Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 67

Days had passed and still she waited. He would be here soon. He had promised!

Sandra walked around her small apartment that had been their home and realised that she didn't know when he would be back. It could be days, weeks or months. He still had to tell his witch of a wife that he was leaving her! Elizabeth. Such an ordinary name for an ordinary woman. There was nothing outstanding about her. She was plain looking, had a face that you swore you had seen before but probably hadn't. Every other woman on the street looked like her. Why had he married her? Sandra was the one he called wife. She was the one pregnant with his child!

Opening her cupboards revealed that they were bare. She didn't want to buy food and leave it behind but her growling tummy suggested she stock up and soon. Baby needed vitamins!

A key turned in her lock and she almost squealed with delight. Jumping up and running to the door she stopped and stared, dumbfounded.

"Well, this is the whore he is leaving me for," drawled Elizabeth as she let herself in.

"W-w-what?"

Elizabeth removed her sunglasses and walked around, inspecting the home of her husband's mistress.

"I refuse to give him a divorce."

Sandra stared dumbly at her lover's spouse. What was the meaning of this? How? Why?

Correctly assessing the tortured looks flittering across Sandra's face, Elizabeth responded, "I have had him followed. I know what he does, where he goes. I know you are pregnant. He was buying baby clothes. We could never have kids. You realise that once you give birth we will adopt it and you will be out of our lives forever?"

Sandra felt ill and ran to the bathroom to throw up. This had to be a nightmare. Why was Elizabeth saying these nasty things?

Speak of the devil, she followed her into the bathroom and handed her the mouthwash.

"Let's not make this any harder than it already is."

The two woman stared at their joint reflection in the mirror. The similarities were uncanny. Had an outsider been privy to the intimate scene, they would have thought the two girls to be sisters. They looked so alike!

"You were picked because you reminded him of me and what we could have had."

Sandra moved away from her, her hands covered her ears. She didn't want to hear any more.

"Get out of my home!" she spat.

Elizabeth laughed and dropped the keys on the counter, pausing at the door.

"Enjoy it while it lasts."

Sandra grabbed the vase nearest to her and threw it at Elizabeth but it shattered on the door as it closed behind her. She sat and started crying. What had happened to her world? Was what Elizabeth said true or did she just make it up to hurt her because they were happy and about to start a family. A family she couldn't give him. A wave of nausea washed over her and she ran to the porcelain bowl once more.