Chapter 2

Melinda

“Big sister, I am just worried about you,” Linda said with a sour face, she could barely hide the dissatisfaction on her face.

But wait, this scene looks so familiar to me…Does it mean that last night I shared a bed with Ezekiel? The same way I shared a bed with him eight years ago.

Those love bites were almost looking the same. And I could remember how weak I was with a sore in between my legs eight years ago but now the same incident has just repeated itself.

If the incident was the same as the one that happened eight years ago. That means last night's intimacy happened after half a year of our marriage.

If I could remember correctly, spending the night with the man was one of Linda's schemes. Yes, everything that happened last night was one of Linda's ideas.

I could remember her words, she said, as long as the drug is placed inside Ezekiel's drinks and he's caught with a woman, that he would have no choice but to grant me my request, which is a divorce.

It was a plot, but it fell back on my head that I ended up suffering in the hands of the man throughout that whole night, not without screaming and pleading out my lungs for him to go easy on me.

And now, seeing those love bites on my neck, I needed no one to tell me the same incident had occurred again and I suffered it throughout the whole night.

Even though our marriage was never based on true love, the man has always been considerate of my feelings, but I went too far by spiking the man's drink.

And that same night was the first time I saw the man's true colors. He was not as calm and gentle as he seemed. I could remember how the man drilled me till daybreak without going easy on me, ignoring my screams and slaps eight years ago.

And that was one of the memories I could never let go and now I was reborn back to that same day.

“But why that day of all days, huh?” I thought inwardly when Linda's voice brought me back to reality.

I mean, that voice sounds gross inside my ears, and just by listening to that damn voice of hers seemed to make my blood boil. But I know better than to let her know what was going on, and with that, I decided to play along with her foolishness for the time being.

Everything that happened last night felt so clear in my memories that I needed no one to tell me I have been reborn back to my past.

“Big sister, I was just worried about you.” She said, while blinking innocently, that the past me would have believed those innocent-looking eyes.

“Besides, big sister, didn't we plan that after your husband drank that cup of wine? I would be the one to take him out of the mansion? How come I didn't see him and what are those marks on your neck?” Linda asked as she held onto me whole, clutching tight like a five-year-old child.

“What did you call him? My husband isn't it?”

“Yes, your husband.”

“Isn't it the wife that's meant to take care of her husband? I thought I might be stressing you out if I let you take him out of the mansion, besides he didn't want to leave the mansion.” I said innocently, acting like I didn't understand her point.

It has always been like that. Linda has always been the key to every plot in my marriage.

Her grip tightened as I said those words, and even her expression looked unsatisfied. But I know she won't stop there.

“But big sister, how did you end up on his bed?”

I smiled lightly. I mean, the question was quite expected, and a satisfactory response would be given. “What do you mean by his bed? Isn't it our matrimonial bed?”

“Oh, I was just anxious for you because getting a divorce might not be easy since you spent a night together,” she said with a worrisome look.

The previous me would have believed she was truly worried on behalf of me but I know she was worried if I might have had a change of mind about the divorce after spending the night with the man.

I stared at her, my gaze lingered on her, the pink silky lingerie on my body. Her eyes filled with hatred and curiosity which she tried so hard to cover by forcing a smile on her lips. But all that could be seen through me.

I thought I knew everything about her, I thought she was as innocent and transparent as she looks. But little did I know, all those innocent, kind attitudes she was showing were merely fake.

She plotted a scheme in a scene where it looked like I was strangling her online, which led to me getting jailed and losing my company to her three months ago. Everything happened swiftly that made me know the kind of dishonorable person she is.

“Why are you giving me that strange look? Oh, this.” I said touching the transparent lingerie as I could see her eyes thoroughly borne on it.

“I don't know why but I felt so hot that I heard it change into it.” I lied but made sure she was unable to see through my lies.

“But big sister, it's the beginning of harmattan. You ain't supposed to feel hot.” She said suspiciously, rendering me speechless.

“It's okay, big sister. Since this plan didn't work, we'll have to opt for a more deadly plan, which you have to pretend to commit suicide!” Linda said confidently that I felt my goosebumps all over my body as she said the words suicide.

I mean, I must have been a big fool not to see through those petty tricks in my previous life earlier.

“Oh! Suicide?” I said with disinterest in my words that anyone could sense I have zero interest in her suggestions.

“Yes, didn't you want to get divorced quicker? How about you cut your wrist a little bit while you're inside the bathtub to make it seem real to the man? At least, he would know you would rather commit suicide than stay in the marriage.”

“What do you think, big sister? Perfect, huh?”

I was speechless, she had just suggested the same plot she had suggested then. I could only stare closely at her, unable to think of what to say for that moment.

“Come on, big sister! You have nothing to worry about. Regardless of whether Mr Ezekiel comes back or not. If it's getting out of control and you are losing blood, I'll save you by myself; besides, you just have to cut your wrist a little. It doesn't necessarily have to be your blood, we can just get animal blood instead.”

“Besides, don't you trust me?” she asked, clutching tightly onto me.

“How could everything be the same as it was in the past? The same words, expressions, even the same clothes! I mean how? Just how?!”

I could remember how I foolishly went with the flow of cutting my wrist while bathing in the bathtub, which was done by her because I couldn't bring myself to.

I almost bled to death to the extent that I went unconscious for three fucking days. And I could still remember our home doctor's words, that if Ezekiel had arrived thirty minutes late, I might have been dead.

Yet, the same plot is about to repeat itself. I remained silent while looking at her suspiciously with the corner of my eye. Linda is two years younger than I, and the fact that she could still come up with this devilish plot has to be studied.

“I'll give it some thought. Besides, you know it's not easy to cut my wrist. So I'll have to give it careful thought.” I said, yawning tiredly to show her I need some rest.

“I would like to get some sleep. Since I didn't get a single sleep last night,” I said, emphasizing more on the last part, and I could see those pairs of eyes glaring daggers at me as I said it.

“You have to trust me and consider this plan. Because this time around, your husband won't have any choice but to divorce you, big sister.” She said with a broad smile.

“I should leave now so as not to disturb your sleep,” she said confidently as she headed to the door, her heels echoed through my ears.

I stood still watching her retreating figure till she finally stepped out of the room. And everywhere remained silent with memories flowing back into my brain.

The phrase of my life had just restarted again leaving me in confusion.

“Do I really want that divorce?”

“Absolutely no!”

In my past life, I was so native and trusting that I forgot life is beyond what I am seeing. I was used and thrown away like a piece of trash, my company, my sweat was taken, my marriage was ruined, I was bullied and used. My mother died tragically. I lost everything but now everything is restarting again.

But since I was given a second chance, the thought of restarting and changing my tragic ending kept flowing into my head, and that seemed to be the best option. I mean why not live in the moment and gloriously enjoy being the man's wife for the rest of my life and enjoy taking back my pride and everything I once lost.

But now the only difficulty is how to make the man come back home. Yes, how to make him return home.

“How will I coax him back?” I thought.