Chapter 47 Babae

<Mia>

He tightened his embrace around me.

"Errr? So, this is also yours? Because you're my husband and we're bound together," I reiterated, even though it's still the same, even if he says that.

"No, in the legal papers, it includes your name only. This is my gift to you, for our 4th wedding anniversary. I know I am not giving you flowers and chocolates like a man should always do," he said sweetly.

He never gives me flowers or chocolates, anyway. Maybe he'll give me a gold bar instead. His gifts to me are always material things.

"You not only deserve a bouquet of flowers but also the whole world. I may not literally give it to you, but let me do it in a way by giving you land and properties."

He's speaking sweetly, maybe he had some expired alcohol.

I remembered our 4th wedding anniversary. Not all relationships are the same; we all have our own timeline and timing.

"So this resort is really mine?" I asked, still finding it hard to believe.

We gazed at Mt. Arayat.

He nodded while resting his chin on my shoulder.

"My 4th wedding anniversary gift," he repeated.

I fell silent, realizing that I haven't given him any gift. Every year and on every occasion, I receive gifts from him. Meanwhile, I give him headaches, stress, and anger. I realized that I don't need to give him a gift because I am already a gift from God to him. Actually, he's the lucky one to have me since I'm smart in spelling. Even if he asks me to spell "mhishivus," I can do it, and also the word "priti."

I'm still outside, wandering around while Ethan is in our Villa, probably cooking. I left him there so I could roam around our resort.

The place is beautiful at night, even more so when it's evening.

It would be nicer if we had a beach or a lake so we could have bonfires. The swimming pool here is more suitable for the sophisticated. I want a beach; I don't want a swimming pool because we already have one like this at home and at our friends' houses. Our house with Ethan doesn't have a swimming pool, and our house is an L-shaped type. It's not a two-story house either.

There are so many people here, and all of them seem wealthy. This place looks popular and Ethan managed to develop it in a short amount of time.

I know now why he doesn't have money because he spent it all on this resort.

As I walk aimlessly, I notice a large crowd.

Wow, my husband is amazing. In just one year, he has turned this resort into something beautiful. There's still a part of it that needs fixing. He said he didn't include that part because he wants me to handle it and make it how I want it to be. How sweet of him.

I'm bothered and lost in thought.

How is Lorena doing? And Hermoine, who hasn't been in touch with me. Is she still alive? I hope not.

When I got tired of wandering around the entire resort, I decided to return to our villa.

I opened the small, oval door, but I was shocked by what welcomed me.

A naked woman is in front of my husband. They are in the living room.

"I'm still a virgin, and I'm willing to give my virginity to you."

I was dumbfounded by what she said.

She was facing away from me, so I could only see her back.

She has smooth skin, and it's obvious she uses kojic soap as she divides it into four parts.

Ethan is sitting on a gray leather sofa, looking at the woman's face. I noticed he was also holding his iPod, which he often uses more than his cellphone.

He had no expression on his face as he looked at her.

"Take me, sir."

Wait, her voice sounds familiar.

"Why is there a porn star here!?" I pretended to be angry.

That's when I got their attention. Ethan looked at me with fear and nervousness.

"B-baby..." he stammered nervously.

Why is he afraid, huh?

The woman was also surprised to see me.

"What the f*ck! What are you doing in our villa!?" I asked angrily.

She's the woman who was flirting with Ethan earlier. She's the one I laughed at when she stumbled because she was wearing manang heels.

I opened the door as she was about to pick up her clothes, but I grabbed her hair and pulled her towards the exit.

That's when I realized it's her.

I dragged her out while Ethan remained seated on the sofa.

"I want a divorce!" I shouted.

"Ouch..." she groaned. I pulled her hair even harder.

"What are you doing, huh!? Why are you naked in front of my husband!?" I asked angrily.

"Let go of me."

She tried to pull my hair too, but I pushed her forward and took hold of one of her hands, bending it backward. I was about to break her hand.

I dragged her towards a crowd of people, near the kiddie swimming pool.

"Listen, everyone!" I caught the attention of the people, and they looked at me, some even stopped walking.

I saw various emotions on their faces.

Some were lecherously looking at us. I could tell who the perverts were based on their facial expressions. They were all looking at the woman I was holding, who had no clothes on, and she was trying to cover herself.

"This woman is flirting with my husband and entered our villa. She... she jumped inside our house!" I said in broken English, confusing the crowd.

"Oh, she has a lot of pubic hair!"

Everyone turned to look as a child spoke and laughed.

People started laughing.

"She said she wants to have a scandal and become famous. She wants it to happen during a wedding."

I heard the woman sobbing. There were cameras pointed at us now.

"This woman entered our villa with my husband and forced herself on a married man!" I shouted, "she undressed in front of my husband. Maybe some of you want her! She dreams of becoming a porn star and a famous bold star! For the good-hearted people out there, please fulfill her dreams!" I shouted and pushed her. She was desperately trying to hide her body from the cameras, bowing her head.

She fell on the grass as I pushed her forcefully, and she hugged her body, trying to cover it out of shame.

She was crying so hard, and she looked weak. I was tempted to hit her again, but I controlled myself.

She couldn't fight back against me since I was stronger. I punched her.

She's pathetic.

I stopped fighting and left them there. I turned away, leaving her crying and being ridiculed by the crowd.

The men were making lewd comments, clearly enjoying the sight. I didn't bother to listen to them.

I saw Ethan from a distance. He followed us. He was quiet and expressionless.

I ignored him and passed by him. I glared at him.

How dare he! He must be doing this behind my back when I'm not around!

I slammed the door shut in front of his face, but he quickly blocked it with his hand. He quietly entered the villa and locked the door.

I was furious at him.

I should be the one angry, but from the expression on his face, it seemed like he was not happy with what I did.

"Are you already getting cozy with her?" I started.

I faced him, with a stern expression on my face.

"Wife..." he murmured.

"So, you've probably been fooling around even before I arrived," I said sarcastically.

"You're also a flirt. You have a hidden affair," I said foully to him, but his facial expression remained unchanged.

"If you're thinking that I'm cheating behind your back, I'm not," he said firmly. He looked straight into my eyes, "she came into our villa and undressed herself in front of me. You arrived at that scene. You heard her, right? She's willing to give herself to me."

What is this? Before I could even start an argument, he's already clarifying everything. How can we fight about this? Just as I was about to start an argument, he's already fixing it.

"Well, why did she undress in front of you?!" I tried to find a loophole.

"Look, I didn't lock the door. Do you want me to lock the door so you can't come in? You left me here alone," there was a hint of resentment in his voice, "she came suddenly," he explained.

I could feel that he wasn't lying.

"If you're thinking that I'll do something stupid behind your back, I will never do that," he said seriously without even blinking.

What is this? It's difficult to argue with this man about such things.

"I'm already in my thirties, wife. I'm a married man and I don’t have time for that thing," he said while I remained silent.

I was the one who fell silent.

"Now, let's talk about what you did to her."

I was taken aback by the tone of his voice. It felt like he wanted to devour me or grill me alive.

"She deserved it!" I argued, "I gave her a taste of her own medicine. That's what mistresses deserve. They should be humiliated, and it's her bad luck that I caught her in the act. She undressed in front of you, so I think she wanted many people to see her body," I explained.

"Baby, you shouldn't have done that. Look, there were so many cameras pointed at the two of you. We can't control people's thoughts. What if, because of what you did, you get slandered? Baby, she could sue you for what you did to her," he said with concern.

"So, you're concerned about her? Wow, you're really concerned about her. Maybe you actually liked what she did, and I just happened to catch you both in that situation."

He didn't take the bait of my statement.

"Wife... I'm concerned about you. People might say all sorts of things about you because of what you did, and I don't want that to happen. I don't want anyone speaking ill of you... she was crying, naked in front of everyone, and you humiliated her in front of everyone. She might just decide to file a case against you for what you did, and she has evidence," he explained to me.

"Well, she should be the one facing charges for getting involved with a married man!" I said boldly.

He sighed and closed the distance between us. He held both of my hands.