Is she supposed to be talking with that lady, after everything she told her?

She wants to laugh, but refuses to let it out by chewing on her lower lip.

He chuckles, and scratches the tip of his nose. A thing he does only in a nervous circumstance. Myla frowns a little as to what makes him uneasy.

Jamal is feeling weird in the pants after a long break of intimacy with his wife.

She gave him a chance, but that didn't last long as she complained of one breakage before sex. Hopefully, he didn't tell her what happened even after that time.

It has been torns for him to keep up with abstaining, and every arguments they had about so many things, just made it even difficult to reach her.

He sends forth his hand that opens up to receive hers.

She checks it, looks at his reassuring eyes, and places her small hand on his.

He clamps it firmly as though she may run away, but gently as a fragile object.

“Common, I have some people to introduce you to.”

She nods, and he shows her a group of men who came with their wifes, too.

They chat about other things, and return to business matters.

“We heard the news about your contract with Prince Hamad. Congratulations.” a Korean man says

Jamal frowns a little. “Contract?”

“Yeah?”

Jamal glimpses at Amid from the group of men, while the women talked somewhere else about their husbands.

“He's so loving. Couldn't be luckier.” one of the ladies brag.

Myla loves being associated, but this gathering is very toxic for her.

They keep talking about sex, and all the things they've established; etc.

Not like she hasn't been into topics like this, but the essence of everything is that these women don't know why they are with those men.

From their statements, most of them are with them because of money. Just a few are faithful and dearly love their husbands.

She has to fake a smile each time to let time speed away, while she glances over at her friends.

Her eyes spot Jessie from distance, and she remembers that they haven't met today.

As she's about excusing herself, one of the ladies say this,

“What about you? Does he treat you rightly?”

Myla looks dumbfounded. “Uh?”

One of them roll their eyes, while the others pretend to be nice towards her as she is the wife of one of the richest business men.

“Let her be. She's just newly wedded. Maybe they haven't experienced any trouble.” Bianca, tells.

“There's no marriage without problems. But, that doesn't mean he treats me badly.” Myla finally speaks.

“So, you mean to say if he cheats on you, it won't bother you?”

Myla frowns. “I didn't say that. Besides, he won't do that to me, because he loves me.”

The ladies look at each other, giggling to themselves.

“That's impossible for a wealthy business man like your husband. Men are men. They won't change. You'd never know the number women he meets on the way each day. Yet, he still comes back to you as if nothing happened. Just assholes,”

Myla tries to control her temper as she looks away.

“A piece of advice. Don't let any man pull you down. That's why we as a group choosed not to devote to men, again. They will betray you. Use up the money now that you have the chance. That someday he's going to drive you away and send another woman into his house. You won't be worried about anything when that time comes.” another lady supports the first.

“Besides, those are his ex fiancees, Gabriella, and Latif. What are they doing here, if they have no connections with your husband?”

Myla rolls her head to look at the women communicating.

Is she supposed to talk with that lady, after everything she told her?

Myla can't stop asking herself that, while the women she's gathered with, feel pity for her situation.

She brings her gaze to them, trying to hide the hurt in her chest as she just remembered what Jamal told her about Gabriella.

‘Because, I refused the baby. But, later on I regretted it, and that's why I don't blame her for doing it.’

‘If she killed our child, then I killed it, too. Please, I don't want you, reminding me about this, again.’

She gulps and taste a bit of her glass of lemonade.

The group of women look at the glass and one of them ask.

“There's a lot of expensive wine for you to drink, why take this?”

Myla looks at her glass and cranes her head to the person speaking.

“I'm not fun of alcohol. Everytime I drink it, something happens.” she utters her last statement in her guts.

She says again, “Excuse me, ladies, I need to entertain some guests for a while.”

They nod, while she turns to leave, but the lady, Bianca comes along.

“Sorry for being a leach right now, but I can't stay with those women. I'm Bianca by the way. A wife to Mr. Carlos,”

Myla chortles out unexpectedly. “You introduced yourself already, when we were talking.”

“Oh. Almost forgot.”

“It's just really funny. I won't blame you. It's hard to keep up with those women,” Myla response

The lady smiles. “Yeah. I've been wondering myself; why these women get to be in your husband's party?”

“I don't want to know, further. One thing certain is, their family already have a strong bond with Jamal's. So, it's just gonna stay that way.”

Bianca nods. Myla smiles back at her friends who see her coming forward.

“How did you escape that man's side?” Tiffy teases.

Myla smirks and says, “Meet Bianca, the wife of Mr. Carlos.”

Bianca grins in response, and kisses their cheeks. Tiffy's eyes widens at the lady's openness.

“You smell good.”

Bianca laughs a little. “Thanks. You, too.”

Myla sighs, and Jessie joins the union. “Mrs. Jamal?”

Myla smiles a little and hugs her, then separate from it. “I'm sorry I couldn't greet you earlier. I was busy.”

“No, you don't have to. I understand the strategy of you being close to him. That's your job, so why will I be mad about it.”

Myla faces her friends. “This is Jessie. Y'all know her already, but she has been very close me as we'll be in the same...movie project.”

She mutters the last sentence under her breath.

Tiffy, and Brenhilda look at each other knowingly, then nod without giving any gestures to salute.

Myla notices the bizarre expression just now, and it ignores, saying,

“Bianca, this is Jessie. And, Jessie Mrs. Carlos Bianca,”

They shake hands, and Jessie answers, “We'll talk later. I need to meet someone over there.”

Myla nods and she disappears.

“How could you bring that woman into this party?” Tiffy questions.

Myla blinks her eyes. “Y'all connected?”

Tiffy looks at Brenhilda, and they look back at Myla.

“I have a great feeling, that lady is not to be trusted, after what happened to you at her house.”

Myla presses her lips into a thin line as Bianca was not to hear this.

The lady offers a peaceful smile. “You don't have to hide anything. Rumors has it, faster than you know. Someone from the party had a clip about everything. 'You barely drank, and got drunk' was the headline. You know... that's why those bitches asked about your drink. To mock you.” she peeks over her shoulder to see the women of earlier, cackling at their jokes.

They stare at Bianca who brings her glass of wine to her head, and returns her to them.

“They must've—drugged you?”

“They? Who? And, how do you know that?” Myla inclines, eyes slightly widened.

Bianca sighs, bringing down her glass.

“Because, someone I know was sent to deliver drugs into the party. We have a lot of connections as far as that is concern. My husband has been into this business for a very long time.”

“There's no way you just told us that!” Brenhilda exclaims.

“I have nothing to hide with you guys. By the way, your husband is also aware it.”

Myla's eyes widens.

“Don't misunderstand the concept. Jamal is a strict, and clean man. He just doesn't intrude,”

Myla breaths out a sigh of relief.

“But—I believe you have a...a record about his new deal, right? So far, that's the only thing I fear could really bring him trouble.”

“Wh—What deal?”

Bianca becomes speechless.

“Bianca, what are you talking about?”

“You don't know? I shouldn't tell you this. I'm so sorry, maybe he didn't want you to know.”

Myla's enthusiastic, and wounded gaze makes her confess.

“Prince Hamad, made a deal of petrol. We don't know how he must've been convinced to work with the illiterate of a prince. But, I know there's more to it, that brought him towards Jamal,”

Myla gulps, and her friends gives remorseful gazes.

To be continued...