Mr.Wright

Chapter 13

Pushing Forward once more
(2 months later)

Charles and I had started the moving plans , my every visit I left my belongings purposely knowing I'll be here to claim them. As for the baby, he or she is growing extremely fast. 5 months into pregnancy and I look like a house , my shirts didn't fit, my feet were achy, probably all worth it.

"Babe, you okay ?" Charles smiled as he watched me pace around the apartment.

"Yeah... just tired" I respond

"Then sit, you've been walking for a good five minutes and it's starting to make me tired" he chuckled. I approached the sofa and sat.

"I've been thinking...an apartment isn't going to be a good place to raise our child" I rant

"What do you mean?" He responds perplexed

"It's just...it's just that...a home right now would be suitable . Nothing big , nothing fancy just a home"

He smiled then nodded gently

"Whatever makes you happy"

We both smile then I resume to stand,

"I'm just going to the bathroom...again" .

I scurry along into Charles room, as I pass the bed my foot hits something from beneath it. Crowning over I grab for it, my eyes trail a long a black box, it was smooth . I open it revealing pictures, unbearable gut wrenching pictures ... my body filled with unreasonable rage, leaving the room in a tense manner my eyes beam at Charles.

"I thought..she meant nothing to you?" I blurt

"What?" He responds

"Ashca, your WIFE!" The pictures flew from my hand after the emphasized implications. His face frowned as his hands and eyes examined each photo.

"I don't even remember any of this..." he whispers

" regardless if you remembered or not , how am I suppose to know if she means nothing when you two were screwing?!" I yell tearing up. The stress blew up in my head, my stomach began to cramp, Charles risen up and approached me,

"D'Andre I swear to you, I know nothing about these pictures" he said, suddenly the door opened to a figure I was obviously expecting to see, utter silence filled the room, she stared at both of us.

"Hello" she smiled with her fraud of an accent.

"I'm leaving" I last,

"D'Andrea stop! We can sort this all out", I was already half way to the door, grabbing my sweater, Charles behind me trying to stop me, he grabbed my arm

"Let go of me!" I cry jerking my arm.

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{Charles's interlude}

"What are these?!" I demand,

"What are what Charles ?" She furrows

"These pictures! Don't play dumb!" Her elongated fingernails grazed the photos lightly, she grips with precision .

"You, and I both, remember our anniversary " she grins then drops the pictures scattering undeniable , insignificant photos of the past, her arms grasped my waist while her face nuzzled in my neck. Quickly I grab her arms with a tight hold,

"Let go..."

"Why? I know your spots.. your tense"

"I'm tense because you ran the love of my life and the mother of my child away! I don't even remember any of these photos, nor us ever being intimate " pushing her away I grab my things.

"So you don't remember..the night you came home-
soaking wet in the rain, white shirt, me in that tight dress.. you helping me from it turned into us in the shower, the bed... I couldn't resist how tempting you look when things are dripping with inclination." She slowly approached me,

"You know, you want it Charles ..." biting her lip , she leaned in closer ... as desirable as it was, I shunned her away .

{interlude end}

I got home and thought about staying there for now on, I couldn't bare tears, couldn't bare anger I bared silence , I gripped my belly and sat in silence.
The baby made slight movements here and there, I didn't know what to do anymore...Then the front door opened, Anaya came in dropping her belongings.

"D'Andrea? Why are you home so early? I thought you were staying the weekend with Charles "

I stared deeply at her and muttered,

"He slept with her..."

"His wife?"

"He said she was nothing to him, but he slept with her, why would he do that to me Anaya?" After my tears came trickling down

"There might be a possible explanation for this, w-what did he say?"

"I don't even want to listen, there wouldn't be an explanation, what was done was done." I final

Anaya sat to comfort me,

"I promise everything will be okay"

~August