Patricia Anne Scott laid back on the three legged stool she sat on, a sad smile on her lips. Her right hand rested on the ‘arm’ of the chair, holding tightly to a glass cup with red wine.
Her usually straight black hair was scattered around her head, completely disheveled. Traces of her mascara and eyeliner were smeared under her eyes and down her cheeks. She was a sight to behold for someone who ‘seemed’ to have everything she ever desired. Wealth, the position as a chairwoman of a multibillion dollar company, a son and a husband. She had it all…. to any random person.
But why did it feel like she had nothing at all? Why did she wake up every day, especially recently, feeling like her world was falling apart? Why did she feel ‘used’, like someone who has been taken advantage of?
Patricia sighed, as her chest constricted in slight pain. Her mind was on the edge today, analyzing and assessing all the events of the past years before she even married Morris Scott. She didn’t want to believe what her mind was telling her, all the ‘hidden truth’ she was beginning to discover seemed too much to handle.
She remembered her son, George’s words at their last encounter. The words that broke her….
It was true. George was right. She had stooped so low to become Morris’s ‘doormat’ for years, trying to do whatever he wanted just to make him love her. But after all her sacrifice, her efforts, after everything she had laid down, what did she get from him in return?
He had the guts to have an affair and not just with anyone, but with the woman who used to be her maid before she married him. This was the biggest slap to her face!
Patricia wrinkled her eyes in pain as the angry tears flowed freely. She could hold it back anymore. She was so ashamed of herself….
For holding on to a man that was not worth her time in any way….
For refusing to listen to her parents when they told her that Morris was after her wealth and company….
For bringing herself so low to marry and stay with a man who didn’t love her, a man who could never love her, when there were other better, kinder men back then vying for her attention….
For taking all his ‘nonsense’ for years in the name of ‘love’ just to make him happy, for choosing to allow Judith live here with both of them, even after everything….
For ignoring her son, George so many times when he needed her and instead focusing her energy and attention on Morris, who was never worth it…
Poor George! Patricia clutched her chest in shame as the tears blurred her vision. She gulped down a mouthful of red wine, trying to numb the unwanted feelings that were clouding her mind.
“Poor George! My poor baby boy…” Patricia whispered into the empty room, her voice muffled by her tears. “… It’s all my fault. You deserved better, I was a terrible mother. I should have left him and given you a better, love-filled life. What was I thinking?”
Patricia whimpered, completely exhausted. She was so stupid. So foolish!! She had chosen to ignore the blatant truth right before her eyes. She had been so naive, choosing to turn a blind eye even when her mind started understanding what Morris had been up to all along. His plan, she knew it…. Everything was getting clearer now.
That was why he had married her. It wasn’t for love. She was his ‘tool’. The tool he would use to build a better life for himself and the ‘real’ family he wanted, which was Judith and James. She had stupidly, blindly willed her company to him back then, believing his disgusting lie that everything he was doing was for her and George….
How could she have been so stupid? For over thirty years, she had stayed by his side, giving her all to a man like him. A man so unworthy of her love. Instead, behind her back, he was building another family, the family he really wanted.
Completely disgusted with herself and her life decisions so far, Patricia jumped to her feet, threw the glass wine against the white painted walls of her bedroom and screamed from the depth of her lungs…..
A cry of frustration and anger. He used her!! Morris had been using her all these years. Why did it take her so long to accept this truth? The glass cup smashed against the wall with a sharp sound as the pieces fell to the marble covered floor. A few loose pieces of glass scratched her left toe and droplets of blood oozed out from the new wounds….
Patricia didn’t care. She didn’t even flinch. She could not feel the pain of the injury, all she felt was the nerve wrecking pain inside her heart. She held tightly to the ‘head’ of the chair as she stood, staring at the area where the leftover wine stained the wall.
She wanted to go to bed, close her eyes and never open them again. But at the same time, she wanted to grab Morris Scott by his neck and choke him to death.
Slow, painful death….
The kind of slow pain that seared the soul forever. She wanted to hurt him just the way he had hurt her, and even more. She would never allow him to go freely after the damage he had done to her…..
She could almost hear her parent’s laughter, mocking her, ridiculing her, due to her stupid choices. It was all too painful to bear.
She had to find a strong reason to keep living, a strong reason to survive. With how she was feeling right now, she just wanted to give up the ghost. Patricia wasn’t sure if she could handle everything that was to come. She had taken enough….
“My son…” Patricia whispered as her eyes widened in relief. George would want her to stay alive, to fight back. She wasn’t sure about how to face him after she almost destroyed his marriage.
She remembered the requirements in the contract she had signed with Morris to take over Imperial Hub Limited. A major part of it was that George must be the final heir to the company…
Patricia laughed crazily. Now that her eyes were ‘open’, she knew Morris wanted Judith’s son, James as the next CEO of the company.
That was where she would fight him! She would make sure Morris never wins.
Reaching for a knife on the table beside her, she lifted it and brought it up to her head…