Carlo’s POV
Carlo’s POV
My wife was pissing me off. Three days I hadn’t seen her, then when I finally got to see her at breakfast on the fourth day, it wasn’t what I was expecting.
I expected her to plead with me, beg me, or even yell at me, but she did none of those things.
I may have even considered ending things with Emily if she had done any of those things, but instead she ignored me then told me she would no longer share a room with me.
Hell, she even encouraged me to bring Emily to my room.
That would never happen. Even when we were fucking before, she never made it to my bedroom.
A guest room, my office, the pool room, yes, but never my room.
That was a boundary I would not cross. And now my wife left my room, our room, to go to a guest room, and suggested I let my mistress share my room. ?Qué carajo!
I was so pissed at her, I wanted to grab her and shake her. But I knew how her father and brother had been physically abusive to her and I swore I would never do the same thing. But she made it sound like my fucking Emily had been worse than me hitting her. How was that even possible?
I know I shouldn’t have told her not to come to the dinner, but I felt like I was losing control. I would have Emily there, standing in the place of my wife until I got my real wife under control.
It didn’t help that Emily was texting me more, irritating the hell out of me. I would have to put a tighter leash on her after the dinner, but I needed her for the night.
I got a call from my driver, saying my wife had gone shopping earlier, but had come back to the car without any shopping bags.
That left me suspicious, but when I got home from meetings, she was locked in the damned guest room again.
I had knocked on her door. She didn’t open it, but spoke to me through the locked door.
“I have a headache.” She paused. “Well, wasn’t that my excuse for missing the dinner?”
I rubbed my hand roughly across my forehead. “That’s tomorrow, Catalina.” I was irritated and wanted my wife back. The one before all this shit happened. I was really starting to regret it, but there was no going back. I would work to fix it after the dinner tomorrow night.
“Oh. Oops. But I do have a headache. I’ll just be sure to make it a really long headache for tomorrow. You know, so the staff believe it, and all that.”
“Damn it, Catalina. Can you just get over it already?”
Her voice came through sweet as sugar. “Over what, Carlo? You fucking another woman, in your office, with the door wide open, so not only I could see, but all the staff could see and know your fucking someone behind my back? No worries. I am so over it.”
I softened my voice. “Catalina, honey. Please. I fucked up. I want to fix this. I miss you in our bed.”
“If it’s sex you miss, dear husband, you have a very able and willing slut available at your very whim. Feel free to invite her over.”
“Hostia puta.” I punched the door. “We will fix this. After the dinner.”
I stormed away.
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The next evening came with a sense of dread. I felt like something was going to happen, but I brushed it off. Catalina had come down for breakfast in the morning, looking exhausted, putting on quite the show of not feeling good. And she actually did not look good, which concerned me.
“Oh Mrs. Silvia, I will not be able to make it to dinner tonight. This headache has been terrible. It must be a terrible flu bug coming on. I will have to stay in my room. I will have dinner early in my room. Please send something light up two hours before the dinner so it does not conflict with the guests.”
My wife at least knew her place in all of this. She knew how to put on a good appearance. I would have to thank her later. I know she did not like not attending. Appearances were everything for our world.
Catalina remained in her room all day, making me start to think she really may not be feeling well. I would have to check in on her after the guests leave.
Emily came early, so I could have her stand with me as I welcomed guests. Emily had never done this before, and this was likely going to cause problems later, but I had no choice at this point. I made sure not to introduce Emily as anything other than her first name and as my guest.
Enrique Lopez was a man I had been doing business with for years, but tonight was about us solidifying a new merger.
When he arrived, he looked at Emily suspiciously, but I distracted him with conversation about the upcoming merger.
We had moved to the living room while waiting for the dinner to be ready, Emily smart enough to know to remain visible, but not too close to me.
Once dinner was called, we all headed for the dining room, each guest finding their seats that had been assigned.
I was startled to notice Emily taking my wife’s seat instead of another one farther away, but I couldn’t say anything without making a scene.
I sensed she knew what she was doing because she avoided eye contact with me, even though she made casual gestures like keeping her hand on the table near me.
I made sure to keep my distance the best I could, especially with Enrique watching us.
He kept glancing from me to Emily, making my anxiety rise.
Enrique was a respected family man. He was considered ‘hopelessly devoted’ to his wife.
I made sure to avoid any topic of my wife, and luckily no one was the wiser.
As we were sitting through the dinner, I continued to feel the tension and unease, not sure how to lighten the mood.
Emily was being extra talkative this evening, which was grating on my last nerve, but I had invited her so I needed to let it go.
I decided then I would have to stop our arrangement.
If she was irritating me this much just at a simple dinner, then it was a sign to let her go.
I should have thought this out better, knowing now I may have caused unnecessary conflict with my wife just to show her I still had control in the relationship.
Because apparently admitting that I had actually fallen in love with my wife was the end of the fucking world.
I wanted this dinner to end, sooner than later so I could go beg my wife for forgiveness.
It had dawned on me as I was sitting there, listening to Enrique talk about his marriage in the most loving way, that I wanted my wife by my side.
Now and in everything. I knew if she found out I had invited Emily to the same dinner I had told her not to bother to attend, it would cause serious damage to our relationship.
What I didn’t yet know was that my wife knew more than she let on, and was about to blow my world wide open. In the middle of an important dinner party.