Chapter 5

Sally

I was getting dressed in my room, my three daughters were sitting on the bed as they watched me get dressed. I was preparing to go out with Pamela. I now regretted telling Pamela that we would talk somewhere else. The weather was So nice today and perfect for a nap, but I couldn't sleep because of my plans with Pamela.

"Mum I kinda like Pamela." Mia, my second daughter, said.

" I don't want you to like her, "I replied sternly. They hadn't even met properly, and Mia was the type of child who was over-friendly and jovial.

" But why? Nora said she talked with her yesterday and she seemed nice." She pouted.

"We just met her, she might be nice on the outside but not on the inside. Whenever I'm away, stay in your rooms till I return okay? "

"Yes mum," they replied in unison.

"Now help me pick a dress, do you think I Should wear black or red?" I changed the topic quickly.

"Black looks pretty good to me ".Iris complimented.

"Yeah me too," Mia added.

" What about you Nora?" I asked holding the dress up.

"Hmmm ......both look awful; I think pink will do," she said.

I laughed at her statement and the expression on her face, she looked disgusted.

" Where are you going anyway,"Nora asked out of the blue.

Thinking about it made me irritated "I'm having dinner with Pamela."

"oh..... Can I come? Please." She pleaded jumping on the bed.

I picked her up. "No, you can't." I said and kissed her head." I promise I'll be home soon ." I smiled at her.

She didn't return the smile ."Yeah, whatever ."She rolled her eyes, released herself from my grip, and walked out of the room with her little hands crossed over her chest.

" is it me or is she getting disrespectful?" Iris asked.

I sighed. " please don't fight while I'm away."

" We won't." both answered in unison.

I put on the gown; it looked too fitting, revealing my perfect figure. The gown fell to my ankles; it had a slit from the tip to a little above my knee, revealing my long, smooth, straight legs. It also had a wide V-neck at the back while the front was up-shoulder with long tight sleeves; the gown was indeed very beautiful. I shouldn't be wearing clothes like this, I was married and should dress like one but at this point, I didn't care.

I must look my best tonight.

For who exactly? My inner voice questioned.

Cisco already had his eyes on Pamela; I hated the way he looked at that woman; he didn't even notice my presence anymore.

I gave out a huge sigh and continued with my make-up, looking at myself several times in the mirror and then letting my hair loose.

Dark brown wavy, long, full hair fell softly over my shoulders. I let some of my hair cover her left eye and pushed the rest to the back.

I stared at myself again in the mirror and was reminded of my dad. I looked so much like him just that my skin was lighter than his.

My father was black but he had light brown skin. He had come to England when he was younger in search of greener pastures. It was there he met Freya, my mother. From the stories they both told me, they both fell in love and got married. Together, they started a business which grew speedily, leading to their acquiring great wealth.

Soon, they had me. My mum couldn't conceive after that because of her ill health, she has been suffering from cancer for a long time.

One time, the cancer disappeared, but, then it returned, and she ended up living in the hospital.

At least she got to see me grow up and even saw her grandchildren, only that she never agreed with the marriage.

Recalling my mother's words spoiled my mood. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.

Pamela was also heading downstairs where Cisco was already waiting for us. Our rooms were opposite each other leading to the stairs.

I shamelessly hoped Cisco would notice me and commend her beauty I had spent hours dressing up just to look good for him.

But I shouldn't expect too much from someone as heartless as him.

Cisco shamelessly said, " You look stunning."

At first, I thought he was referring to me since it was obvious that I was the only pretty one here, and he wasn't specific to who he was speaking to, so I figured he might as well be speaking to me.

My assumption was proven wrong when Cisco shamelessly kissed Pamela right in front of me.

I just stood there, trying not to look like an idiot at the excessive display of affection between them.

" thank you, hubby," Pam replied shyly. She looked flattered, and her eyes were full of pride.

What's this?

She is now calling him hubby!

I felt jealous; of course, I would!

I knew it was stupid but I was waiting for a compliment, but I didn't get any. I felt like a ghost, it hurt me so much to see that the man I once called my husband was treating me like I was non-existent.

Is this how I would live the rest of my life? I don't think I could live like this! I breathed in reminding myself that I was doing this for revenge.

I decided to make myself visible. "Good morning, Cisco," I said in a cold voice, but there was no response.

" I said good morning Ci.... "

He turned aggressively to look at me " I heard you!" he grunted

"Then why didn't you answer?"I retorted.

"Since when did you start calling me Cisco."

"Since when did you stop answering my greetings."

I retorted.

"You've changed Sally, you're not the woman I know."

I was taken aback by his words." Wow, Cisco, you've got some nerves; I should be the one telling you that."

Cisco was about to speak when Pamela interrupted."Okay, can we go now so we can come back on time."Pam said while dragging me out.

" You're right we should leave before I faint. I can't stand breathing in the same air as him ." I threw a deadly glare at Cisco before leaving.