Maruti 800

Sara POV

"Au.. J... Jerry, what are you doing here?" He fumbled for words when he saw the woman standing at the front door of the house.

"Aron, why does your face seem pale? Don't you feel happy seeing me?" Jerry arched his eyebrows and stepped into the hall.

I studied her intently. It appeared like she was older than us. Her fancy gown accentuated her figure. Her hair reached her shoulders. She has multiple ear piercings and has colored her hair a variety of colors. Her extra-deep neck cut is a perfect reflection of the butterfly tattoo she has above her breast.

Her outfit blatantly displays her cleavage. Her breast size is so attractive that it appears as though she has two mountain peaks fitted inside her breasts. Even if she conceals her age with makeup, I can still tell how old she is because of the wrinkles beneath her neck.

Despite her already decent height, the choice of pencil heels still doesn't sit right with me. She appears to be taller than Aron, and I feel like a mere shadow in comparison. I am just 5 feet 5 inches, but she is 5 feet 8 inches, and she wore heels that added 5 inches to her height.

"Aron, I have missed you so much." She gave him a strong hug.

Observing her close embrace of his body gave me the sensation that she would choke him.

"I missed you too." His demeanor was one of terror as he gazed at me.

Why does he stutter? After seeing his terrified look, I had the impression that she had discovered his worst secret.

Is that his aunt? Suddenly, his babbling from that night came back to my mind. No, that is not feasible. If she is her aunt, why did she embrace him so tightly?

Her eyes fill with lust upon seeing him, indicating that she is not his aunt. Nobody could infer from her appearance that she was Aron's aunt. Then who is she? I questioned my subconscious.

She is his lover; that's why he is afraid of seeing her unexpected arrival.

That's right, he didn't tell her about me. My heart aches after listening to my subconscious.

He needs to at least tell her about me because I am his wife, and there is no way he could keep this a secret from her. You shouldn't expect a serious relationship from him because you are just his sex toy. My subconscious reaction shattered my heart.

I was hoping that he would now introduce me to her as I stood in the hallway corner, staring at him.

"Where are you going?" She looked at him and asked him to stay with her. He immediately agreed to spend time with her.

Why would he postpone his appointment with her if he had a crucial meeting to attend? She is undoubtedly extremely important to him, which is why he decided to cancel his work commitment for her.

His close bond with her almost brings tears to my eyes. He never took a day off for me. He normally puts his work before mine, but right now, he puts her before his work. That's what separates a lover from a sex object.

I quietly walked towards my room since I didn't want to witness their romance.

"Wait, young lady. Who are you?" Her authorized voice stopped me in my tracks.

I turned to look at them. She was scrutinizing every inch of me to determine my standards based solely on what I was wearing. As her stare moved over my body, I cast a downward glance at myself. I wore shorts and a loose-fitting T-shirt. I had my hair secured in an untidy bun.

"Who is she, Aron?" She questioned him.

"She's..." His hand was on his chin as he stared at me, trying to figure out how to lie to her.

"She is..."

I have to present myself as her friend since I know he won't want me to call her his wife. Regardless of my feelings for him, I am obligated to assist my friend in hiding the truth.

"I'm his..."

"Jerry, she is Sara." He cut me off and introduced me to her. His fearful expression made me gaze at him in disbelief because I didn't think he would be so brave.

"Oh, so you haven't fired her yet?" She gave me a fierce glance.

"I am sorry, Jerry. She begged me to give her a last chance because she is her family's only source of income and is extremely poor." He cast a pitying glance at me.

What lies does he tell about me? At what point did I beg him? I was always prepared to leave his place.

"Indeed, you're correct; she appears extremely impoverished, as evidenced by her clothing choices." She looked at me again, as if she were looking at something filthy.

"Yes, Jerry, this is the reason I kept her on the job." He gave her a nod of consent.

"Why did you turn your residence into a charity, Aron?

Hey girl, you need to learn how to control your anger if you want to continue working. You are quite arrogant. Why did you request this position, given that you have already informed him that you are no longer interested in working at this residence?" She insulted me.

Oh, I see now. That day, I unintentionally answered her call on his phone. I can now be certain that she is his girlfriend. So he developed feelings for this elderly woman.

Indeed, I'm far superior to this woman. What happened to Aron's choice? When I saw her, I became enraged.

It's not his fault; he always preferred showing off himself, so that's why he chose her—he never felt true love or saw an authentic person. When I compared her to myself, I felt like a Ferrari, and she was just a regular Maruti 800 car. But for a sex addict like him, he wouldn't hesitate to test the drive of a garbage truck, so why should I be surprised when he chooses her over me? He is not accustomed to driving a Ferrari like I am.

"Young woman, I'm too exhausted from spending the entire night traveling, so please return to your work and prepare breakfast for me." She ordered me to cook food for him.

I looked at him with anger and then walked inside the kitchen. How could he introduce me as his maid? If he finds it difficult to introduce me as his wife, he might at least introduce me to her as his friend.

Did he think that lowly about me?

I dried my tears and went to get the eggs out of the refrigerator. His actions devastated me. His deceit pained me so much. I didn't expect him to insult me in this way.