THE WASTED WIFE
OLIVIA/MONICA

Olivia stared lovingly at the sleeping Asley. Olivia had just read a fairy tale before going to bed as usual for her beloved son.

Olivia stared at the face filled with Asley. He realized that the more his son grew, the more Oliver looked like that face. Especially the hair color and the silver bead that the man passed down on Asley. Just like the father's copy.

Olivia breathed her breath. His fingers gently rubbed Asley's forehead. Then kiss her with love.

"Mommy loves you very much. We'll keep together. No one can take you from mom. Including that man, if one day he knows you are in this world" Olivia said, enveloping her body.

Slowly Olivia stood up. Once again he looked at the face of his handsome son. Smilingly. Then out of the room after turning on the sleeping lights of the character who liked his son very much.

*

Olivia stared at her face in front of the mirror in her room. Slowly he opened the wig and softlens of brown color that has always been used every time he moved outside the house.

Olivia took a wet tissue for her lips, removing the red lipstick she had always worn since she changed the look.

Actually, Olivia doesn't like to change herself like this. In fact, to completely change herself Olivia willingly perform her vocal cord surgery so that no one recognizes her anymore.

To Olivia, Monica Franklin was not her true self. Because at night like this, Olivia often felt lonely which ended with a roaring cry of her heart.

"I'm tired" he said slowly. "But I have to stay like this, hide myself behind Monica Franklin".

Olivia combed her black hair in front of the mirror while looking at her face. For a moment he remembered the face of Oliver he had met a few hours ago.

"The five years that have passed have not changed him at all. It was the same as the last time I saw it. Oliver's definitely not gonna recognize me again. After all, there is nothing special about me that must be remembered" said Olivia slowly and her eyes warmed.

Olivia's face looked grim. His mind raged unabated.

*

Oliver sipped his drink and put it back on the edge of the bathtub.

Currently he soaks, relieving the fatigue of his body after a day of activity.

Oliver rested his head on the end of the bathtub while closing his eyes enjoying the fresh musk-scented warm water that soaked his athletic body.

Suddenly the face of Monica Franklin was present in her mind. Oliver recalled when the woman angrily burst into watering herself with a drink this afternoon. But that memory only momentarily controlled Oliver's mind. Replaced with Olivia's face. The innocent face of his wife is always present in Oliver's memory and in his dreams.

"I miss you, Oliv. Hope you're okay wherever you are. I'm sure we'll see each other again someday even if things don't change the same as they used to".

Oliver, who was thinking about Olivia, gasped when his phone rang.

"Who this night called me. Just interrupt", Oliver said. He saw the name on the screen. Oliver clicked his tongue and touched the green button. Without a sound Oliver threw his breath violently while bringing the phone to his ear.

*I know you're in New York right now, but why don't you see me? Don't you miss me? I don't want to know if we should meet! I missed you*

...***...

To be continue