My stomach has been throbbing since I lost the baby, so I curled up on the couch.

“I just received a call, we're being attacked at the warehouse. I need to go and defend my gang." Damon said as he stood up from the couch.

I glanced at him, feeling worry gnaw at my gut, but then I remembered how he and Bonnie posted about their relationship on Instagram. It was whenever he said that they were attacked or that he had Mafia business to attend to.

Was he telling me the truth or was he going to Bonnie?

“When will you be back?" I asked him.

He sighed as he ran a hand through his dark hair, "Tomorrow.”

“Alright, be safe." I muttered as I gave him a stiff nod.

He looked relieved that I believed him, and he leaned down to caress my cheek.

A smile touched his lips as he murmured, “Don’t worry about me, babe. I'll be fine, and I'll come back as soon as I can. I know that I've wronged you with my disappearing act, but I promise you that I'll make it up to you.”

I didn't feel the giddiness that I usually felt whenever he touched me, so I gave him a tight smile.

He pulled away and made his way out of the living room.

I knew that he couldn't make it up to me. He would always promise to do so, but he never did.

I have had enough and I'm bringing an end to this God forsaken marriage.

***

Damon didn't come back home even after two days.

On the second day, I was eating macaroni and cheese for lunch when my phone beeped.

I checked it to see that it was a text from Damon's underboss, Carlos.

I opened it and read it aloud, “Can you tell Boss to call me? He hasn't been in the warehouse for two days now and we need funding for more of the drugs that we're selling, but he's not picking up my calls.”

So he had lied?

I scoffed and typed a reply to Carlos, [He hasn't been home for the past two days. He told me that you were attacked and that he needs to go there to defend the gang.]

As soon as I sent it, another message came through.

[Forget I said anything. Just tell him to call me or come down to the warehouse when he comes home.]

I typed a reply, [Okay.]

Suddenly, my phone started ringing and I saw that it was my best friend, Bailey.

I smiled as I answered the call, “Hey, how are you?”

“Not so good since I just saw Damon with Bonnie.” She muttered, sounding sympathetic.

“He's with Bonnie?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yes, I went to confront him, and he said that Bonnie is here to visit him, so he has to entertain her.” She answered me.

I ran a hand through my dark hair as I asked, “Did you tell him that you're going to tell me?”

She sighed as she replied, “No, but he asked me not to tell you. He said that she arrived two days ago and that he told you that he's going to the warehouse so that you won't be mad.”

“I'm leaving him anyway, so I don't care.” I muttered as I tried to believe what I was saying.

“It's about damn time! He doesn't deserve you.” She replied, sounding relieved.

I was relieved too. I have to get out of this toxic relationship.

“I'll call him now.” I said as I thought about what I would say.

“That's a good idea. Talk to you later.” She replied and hung up.

I dialed Damon's number, but he didn't pick up. I called threw more times, but it was the same thing.

A text came through and I saw that it was from him, [What do you want, Katie? I'm busy.]

I typed my reply, [You haven't returned and it's been two days.]

It took him a minute to reply, [Damon can't text you when he's with me.]

I felt a bit confused before I realized that it was Bonnie that texted me.

Before I could reply, another message came through, [The previous text is a mistake, so just ignore it.]

I shook my head in disbelief as I typed, [When are you coming home?]

His reply came through instantly, [I still have Mafia business to attend to at the warehouse, so I don't know when I'll be coming back.]

My heart broke at his reply and tears filled my eyes. Before I could blink back the tears, they started running down my cheeks.

A sob left my lips as I stared at the text. I kept sobbing for almost half an hour before I could finally get myself together.

I let out a shaky breath as I wiped my tears away.

Damon never let me touch his phone, yet he let Bonnie reply to me. It was like he wanted to break me, but I wasn't going to let that happen.

“I'm a strong woman.” I muttered to myself.

I didn't feel like the wife, I felt like the other woman while Bonnie acted as the wife.

I texted Bailey to send me the address of the shopping mall and she sent it.

I was going to go there and catch him in the act.

Ten minutes later, I was standing behind a wall of toiletries at the shopping mall as I spied on my husband and his childhood sweetheart.

He was holding her handbag and a bag of items in one hand while he pushed the shopping cart with his other hand.

She wasn't holding anything.

He never goes shopping with me and he never holds my handbag for me.

They paused and seemed to be talking. He raised one hand and brushed her hair out of her face as he stared into her eyes.

She stared back into his eyes and gave him a coy smile.

He pressed his lips against hers and I gasped as the pain in my heart overwhelmed me.

I wanted to confront them, but I felt stuck. I couldn't move or tear my eyes away from them.

More tears dripped down my cheeks as I watched them pull away and walk over to the cashier to pay for what they bought.

I couldn't stop staring at them until they walked out of the shopping mall.

My knees felt weak and I staggered, but I caught myself.

“I’ll leave you two to be together.”

I was finally able to move after Damon and Bonnie left the shopping, so I went back home.

Later that night, Damon strode into our bedroom with a satisfied smile on his lips. However, it turned into a nervous one when he saw the scowl on my face as I glanced at him.

I didn't say anything as I moved my gaze back to my laptop to continue watching the movie that I was watching before he came in.

His gaze moved to my stomach before he looked back at me, “Were you waiting for me?”

“Yes.” I muttered in a cold voice.

“Don't wait for me next time.” He replied then walked over to me.

“By the way, how's our baby doing? Has he started kicking yet?” He murmured as he placed his hand on my stomach.

I brushed his hand away as I thought of the day that I lost our baby.

It was heartbreaking to think about it.

I didn't want to tell him that I’ve lost it when he didn't care about me, so I changed the subject, “Don't worry, I won't wait for you anymore.”

A pained look passed over his face as he sighed, “Are you angry that I've not been home because of Mafia business? Our wedding anniversary is coming up, I'll make it special for you.”

“Sure.” I answered as I glanced at him.

A smile touched his lips as he murmured, “You'll love the day that I've planned for us.”

I nodded and he looked relieved that I wasn't angry.

On the day of our wedding anniversary, Damon took me to the amusement park.

He seemed excited as we entered the park. He kept talking about how he was sure that I would love the park, but I wasn't sure about that.

As we waited in line to climb the rollercoaster, his phone beeped, signaling that a message came through.

He pulled it out of his pants pocket then his lips tugged up in a smile as he typed a reply.

He shoved his phone back into his pants pocket as he glanced at me, “Listen, I have to go to the gang's warehouse because of some Mafia business; the Mafia Lord of Britain’s Mafia gang is here to see me and he traveled from Britain for this business. I forgot that he was coming today and I can't keep him waiting.”

I could tell that it was just an excuse to go and see Bonnie, so I gave him a smile even though my heart was breaking inside.

“Okay.” I replied as I nodded.

He looked a bit surprised that I didn't make a fuss, “So you're not mad?”

I widened my smile, “Yeah, I know that Mafia business can't wait.”

He looked glad that I wasn't making a fuss and said, “I'm really sorry that I have to leave. We'll come back another day and have so much fun. I promise.”

I nodded as I remembered that I would be leaving the country soon. I couldn't wait.

It soon reached my turn to ride the rollercoaster and I rode it alone like I was a pathetic person. That was what Damon and Bonnie see me as, but not anymore. This was the end of my pathetic marriage.

I glanced at the roller coaster cart in front of mine to see a couple holding hands as they squealed in excitement. They laughed as they commented on how fun the ride was.

Damon used to arrange special outings for us whenever it was our wedding anniversary, but today, he left me all alone.

I thought of our wedding anniversary dates and how fun they usually were.

Damon would give me several gifts and make love to me, but today, things have changed.

After the rollercoaster ride, I decided to go home since I didn't want to feel pathetic anymore.

Even though I was married to Damon, it felt like I was single since I was so alone.

The next day, Damon bought me roses to make up for leaving me at the amusement park.

I felt a bit touched, but then I felt angry because I saw Bonnie's Instagram post.

It was a video of her saying, “My man bought me so many roses that I had to ask him to give them to some of his friends and colleagues. Isn't he so sweet?”

She moved the phone's camera towards her table and I saw many roses both on the table and on the floor.

So I was getting her hand-me-downs again? I sighed as my eyes filled with tears, and I decided to throw out the roses.

Later that day, we were sitting in the living room when Damon glanced at me as he said, “I'm going to my friend’s birthday party.”

It seemed suspicious that he didn't mention the friend’s name, so I asked, “Which of your friends?”

He laughed nervously as he asked, “Why do you want to know?”

“Just like that, and why hasn't he invited me? Your friends usually invite me to their birthday parties.” I answered him.

He let out a defeated sigh and replied, “Bonnie is visiting the country and today is her birthday. She's hosting a small house party, and only her close friends are invited, so that's probably why she didn't invite you.”

“Well, I want to go with you.” I said as I gave him a small smile.

Sweat trickled down his forehead as he replied, “Are you sure you want to go? You two aren't close.”

“Yes, I'm sure.” I answered him.

He ran a hand down his face and nodded, “Fine, let's go.”

When we arrived at Bonnie's house, he rang the doorbell. It took her two minutes to answer.

“Damon! I've missed you!” She exclaimed as she leaned closer to him and pecked his cheeks.

She looked as beautiful and elegant as always while I looked average.

Was this why he wanted her, and not me?

“I've missed you too, Bonnie.” He replied as he grinned at her.

“I'm glad to hear that.” She said as she grinned back at him.

He was staring into her eyes and she stared back into his.

I couldn't take their disrespect anymore, so I cleared my throat.

They both turned to me and a guilt shown on his face while surprise shown on her face.

“You brought Katie with you?” She asked as she turned back to him.

“Yeah, she wanted to come.” He answered her as she frowned.

She turned back to me and her frown vanished as she gave me a tight smile, “It's been years since I saw you. How have you been?”

“Great.” I answered in a clipped tone of voice, not bothering to ask how she was because I really didn't care.

When she saw that I didn't reply, she said, “I'm sorry for pecking Damon, it's just that we're so close.”

I gave her a tight smile, “Oh, I know just how close you two are.”

“Okay. Well, come on in.” She replied, looking nervous as she stepped aside to let us pass.

“Sure.” I replied while Damon replied, “Okay, Bon Bon.”

He even had a nickname for her when he didn't give me a nickname.

The house was filled with people dancing and laughing as music blared from the speakers.

So Damon was lying when he said that she invited only her close friends. He just wanted to defend her.

My heart clenched in pain and I drew in a deep breath then let it go.

She led us to one of her couches and we sat down. She kept talking to Damon, ignoring me and her friends didn't acknowledge me, so I felt awkward.

She kept bringing up their childhood memories and he would laugh with her. It felt like she was trying to show me just how close they were, and how he preferred being with her to me.

He seemed to have even forgotten that I was there as he kept talking with her.

“Bonnie, why are you taking Damon's attention away from his wife? You broke up with him because he loved you too much, and now that he's married, you want him?” Bonnie and Damon's friend, Penny said as she looked between the two of them.

Bonnie’s face fell and she looked pitiful as she replied, “I had to break up with him because I was moving to Chicago for College. We would have been miserable if we had stayed in a long distance relationship.”

Damon looked like he pitied her as he rubbed Bonnie's arm in a reassuring way.

He turned to Penny as he defended Bonnie, “Bonnie is right, we would have been miserable in a long distance relationship and I'm sure that it hurt her as much as it hurt me. You don't know what she's been through, so don't judge her.”

Everyone stared at Penny as they waited for her reply, but she didn't respond.

I felt anxiety grip me as I stared at Bonnie and Damon. With the way that he defended her, it was obvious how much he cared for her.

Suddenly, one of the party people yelled, “Someone is ringing the doorbell!”

"I'll get it!” Bonnie said as she stood up from the couch.

Three minutes later, she returned with a large transparent cake box in her hands. It had five layers and it was very big.

Everyone started whispering as they stared at the cake box.

She placed it on the center table and grinned as she glanced at Damon, “The delivery guy said that you ordered this birthday cake for me."