The Secret of the Fierce Ex Wife

**Four years ago

CELESTE POV

Our marriage was only two years old, with a daughter who was barely six months old.

It all started when he came back home from work with the fragrance of a perfume that didn't exist in our home. It was feminine, and sharp, and filled the large living room whenever he walked in.

Some days, there was a lip gloss dent.

I could see stains on the collar of his white and colored shirt.

While this happened, I asked, all the time, with hopes that it would end, but it didn't.

Damien did not stop, he didn't want to stop. I could tell the evening he brought a woman to the house, for the first time since we got married.

"Who is she?"

I knew. How could I not?

The perfume fragrance was familiar.

Like the one he came home with long before now. And the gloss on her lips, they looked like the same ones I had seen on his collar.

"This is Tamara, Celeste."

"Who is Tamara?" My voice was lost but I found it as I adjusted on the dining chair where I sat.

"Is Tamara your sister or a distant relative?"

A painful smile came alive on my countenance. "How come you didn't tell me we were having a guest, Damien? I should have cooked a meal."

My husband chuckled.

The woman he came home with did the same.

They walked towards the stairs, like I didn't exist, as if I didn't speak a while ago.

Without hesitation, I was on my feet.

"Damien!"

I didn't know what happened, but I lost my patience. "You don't walk out on me without giving me an explanation. What's going on here?!"

"Don't embarrass me in front of my guest."

"What guest?!" I shouted.

The yarn and pin I had in my hand, fell to the ground. One part of me was ready to deal with Damien, although I didn't know how. "You bring a woman into our home, my home, and you expect me to keep calm without an explanation."

"I told you already. This is Tamara."

"Who is Tamara?!"

"My girlfriend!"

There was no shame in the way he spoke. There was no remorse, no act of repentance.

"Tamara is my girlfriend."

I was too stunned to speak. Too weak to react. Something moved inside of me, my chest.

It was hate.

The love I knew I had for Damien had gone into the dust. The only thing I wanted to do at this point was make him regret what he had done.

He didn't say any more words.

Rather, he turned to face Tamara. "Let's go."

I was shocked that they were on their way to our bedroom, my matrimonial bedroom. In this same shock, I walked closer. "You can't take a woman I don't know into my room, Damien."

"This is my house, Celeste."

"It's our home!"

"And I have a right to it, don't I?"

He turned to look at me. "What is wrong with you? You and I know I don't owe you any explanation. Allow me to serve my visitor-" He looked at Tamara then me. "We have unfinished business and we don't want you interfering."

This was the height of it.

I would have taken it over and over again if Damien came home with fragrance and lip gloss dent. But not this-this was extreme.

He had lost his respect for me.

What exactly happened?

What did I do wrong?

Tears fell down my face. I looked up-they were close to the door of our bedroom.