RAISING MY HUSBAND'S BABY

THE UNFORESEEN

I was way too appalled of my husband's daily criticisms, every skeptical attitude towards me, both mental and physical abuses. After long 5 years of our marriage I welcomed repulsive hatred for Charles when I finally caught him sleeping with a red headed girl. It was 7th of April, our fifth anniversary. I cooked all his favourite dishes, dressed myself up in a gown, decked myself up, perfumed the rooms, adorned the entire house, flower-covered our bed, and kept primping in front of the mirror every two minutes. I thought I would give us another chance to flourish our alliance and make it blooming again. Little did I know I wasn't at my last straw, rather I was blind to the gate that was about to flood my life with unexpected calamities. Charles forgot our last anniversary, this time he did the same, but I was pretty much okay with that, as I thought of a dumb idea to start it all over again. It was past 11 of night, I knew he wasn't at work. Those days he made it too late arriving home, but I took it with a grain of salt. My patience broke apart after half an hour. I changed into a tops and jeans and set off to search for Charles. I went to his work place first. 

"Good evening Mrs. Brown", the receptionist greeted me. "Good evening Belle, urmm I wanted to know when Charles left the office", I asked. Belle replied with a bewildering expression,"I'm sorry ma'am, didn't he tell you he took a leave for today?". "No, urmm actually I've been too busy I can't remember... did he tell you the reason he took leave for?" I interrogated. Belle answered with a warm smile,"Oh yes, he said his mom was sick, so he wanted to visit her". "Urmm yes, I remember, thanks", I concluded. To my shock Charles lied. His parents aren't alive. Such an obnoxious lie? what for? I kept wandering on streets and trying to fathom out about his sudden changes.

Walking aimlessly, I reached near a hotel. My leg stumbled when it met Charle's scarf. I felt a drive within to enter the hotel. It felt strange as I entered in, I felt like I was getting closer to Charles. Every foot step told me I was going to the right direction. I went to the reception, and talked to a man. "Excuse me? I needed the room number of Charles Brown, he's expecting me." I asked. The man was smirking at me, and checking me out like I was a Victoria's Secret's model. "What?!", I barked. He fixed his expression into serious in a jiffy and answered, " West wing's room number 5052 premium ma'am". My heart squeezed when I found out Charles was actually there. I began to hyperventilate when I was walking to the following room, I knocked at the door nervously. My mouth opened with a gasp when a lady with red hair, wearing a night dress opened the door. "Where is the wine?", she asked with an agitating attitude. I intruded into the room without answering her. "What the.... hey! where the fuck are you going?", she yelled. I ignored and opened the bedroom door. I fell on my knees in shock of what I saw. Charles was lying naked on the bed. He grabbed a towel nearby and hastened to cover his erection, and stammered, " urmm Betty she's just an assist... urmm no friend..  wait shittt!". My eyes let out a stream of tears, I seized on to my hair tightly with both hands and squealed in agony. The girl appeared running, "Bitch! get out! bloody ill-mannered staffs!", she growled. And that was it, she woke the sleeping dogs up.. I stood up and slapped her freckled cheek with the mass of velocity my burning hands could afford to, and the smacking sound echoed in my ears. Charles was astounded, probably he could feel the fire raging within my chest. 

I strode out of the hotel. Tears pooling my eyes, chest as heavy as a rock, neck twinging as I held back my tears. Tears were blurring my vision, yet I didn't care to stop. I collided with people but didn't bother to say sorry, I was almost running. Reaching home, I ran to the mirror in my bedroom, I gazed at my tearful face and swiped them hatefully, finally I let out a shriek. I threw the comb on the mirror like a hit of gale, and it smashed down into chunks.