Sephora

CHAPTER 2

Just as predicted, the next morning had began with absolute horror not to Sephora's surprise.

She had woken up with a resounding headache all from the past day's situations but regardless of anything else, she knew she was going to be okay.

Slowly she crawled out of bed, said a very long prayer because to be honest she had a feeling that she would be needing plenty of God's grace and patience, brushed her teeth, had a long bath, came into the room and did her daily routine, it was the normal stuff.

After a little bit of self care, she put on a simple jumpsuit, Lord knows she couldn't handle anything that would remotely make her uncomfortable.

Soon enough she picked her phone from her drawer and began walking down the stairs all the while scrolling through the Internet only to realise that her face now made it to the front pages of blogs, etc.

In as much as this was a usual occurance considering the fact that the fashion sector of her company worked with celebrities, it never made it easier to be on the front page.

What did she do this time were the questions that went through her head, questions that weren't left unanswered because soon enough she saw that her husband's Mistress had finally done it.

Although it seemed like a good time to ask for that divorce, they had exposed their own adultery and wickedness to the people but how would she succeed if she was been branded the villain on every blog there was online.

So many preposterous narratives were flying back and forth, different people with different opinions as regards what happened behind closed doors but what killed her the most was that they all thought she was the reason her husband had decided to go find happiness elsewhere.

How was it her fault that she had married someone whom she had no compatibilities with?   She was in love.

How was it her fault that she was never going to be enough from the very beginning of their union?  He was a serial cheater.

How was it her fault that she had given everything just to make it work, make them work as a family?    He never even wanted their first child.

   "Good morning ma'am"
She heard the small yet sad voice of Martha sitting on the other end of the dinning table.

   "Good morning Mommy"
Ivy chirped, showing her pearly whites all the while shoving her cereal in her mouth.

     "Good morning Baby, Martha "
Sephora greeted before settling in her seat, completely ignoring Cara who seemed to be glaring holes into her head.

    "Say good morning to mom"
Ivy 'Whispered' to Cara before there was a yelp resulting in Sephora looking up to see Ivy pouting at Cara all the while rubbing her knee.

    "Apologise this instant"
Sephora ordered Cara who kept glaring at her.

   "I swear to everything I hold dear, if I have to come over there, I'll smack you so hard you'll Pass out and best believe that you will still apologise"
This instantly got an apology out of Cara who rolled her eyes while Sephora simply looked away.

She knew better than to try her patience or disobey her when her mood wasn't in the best place.

She loved, spoilt and adored her kids but she was not about to be the mother that condoned typical spoilt kid behaviors in her own home.

For a moment, Sephora's thought decided to take a turn she hated the most but she couldn't help it especially whenever Cara acted the way she did.

Was it right as a mom to dislike a child you brought into the world?   Because at this point she was only tolerating Cara and it made her feel bad.