Malice

-10

-Reagan-

I never imagined I would meet my husbands mistress face to face. Certainly never imagined she would be sitting in my living room, as gorgeous as ever. What man wouldn't be tempted to cheat on their wives with her? Theodora. All of those nights I had laid in bed, without John, this was the woman he was with. I really had to give it to him. Just where had he met her? There was a million questions I wanted to ask, as I invited her inside and into the living room. There was also a part of me that wanted to attack the bitch. I couldn't, I was too curious and it had taken two in their little affair. 

"I'm so sorry for intruding, truly." She said again as we sat in the living room after I offered her a drink. Water it had been and I stuck with my wine. I mean what sane woman would offer her husbands mistress a drink? Me, apparently. But then I had been raised differently. Hospitality was a thing. Then there was the infamous adage, 'Keep you friends close and your enemies closer.' 

"Um, it's fine. Quite a surprise and I really don't know why you're here but...fine." I thought about the necklace that was still in my car then and imagined that it had been made to go around her neck. Had John bought that for her? I still wondered. Stones weren't really his thing..he did diamonds. I folded my hands together that had shook the entire time I'd made her a glass of water. 

"I know...God, I shouldn't have come here..." Theodora said and shot up from her seat. I frowned and watched her start to pace. She bit her lip between perfect teeth and I wondered how many times John had made her bite her lip...It was almost enough to nauseate me. "He's told me he needs a break and that's alright. I know it's because of you but I'm just worried about what it will do to our son." She was ranting, like a total damsel in distress. I didn't catch it at first, not until she sat back down and I had time to think about what had just came out of her lips-full lips with too much lipstick. 

"Excuse me? Son?" Surely I hadn't heard her right. It felt like someone had taken a hammer right to my chest. That could not be possible. John couldn't get anyone pregnant. Her big eyes turned to sadness right in front of my face and tears swelled in the corners of them. Was this an act? Was this a fucking joke? 

"Of course, he didn't tell you. Yes, his name is Matthew...he is nearly four-"As her mouth moved, the words became muffled and my vision tunneled. I rubbed at my temples...tried to ease the turning of my stomach. Our son. Those two words echoed in my brain like a taunting serenade...over and over again until I couldn't hold it in any longer. 

I flew out of the chair and ran through the house until I reached the bathroom off of the kitchen. Tears stung my eyes as I barely made it in and threw up the little contents my stomach held. When that was gone, I heaved and I cried. I didn't know how long I stayed there on the cold tiled floor. How could he have done this to me? Four. This child she claims they had is nearly four! 

Just who in the fuck had I married? By the time I pulled my self up and washed my mouth and face clean, my head pounded. To think that he had been careless enough to get someone pregnant. It was disgusting. I half expected for her to be gone when I went back to the living room but she wasn't...She was sitting there with a deep frown on her stunning face, staring into her glass of water. Theodora stood when she realized I was back but I kept my distance, could hardly look into her face again. 

"I'm so sorry, Reagan. I didn't want-" 

"I think you should leave." I interjected. I wanted to know the entire story but couldn't even think about what John would do if he found her here. Knew that I had let her into our home. He would accuse me of looking through his things to find her..."John will be home soon and I don't want..." I didn't know what I wanted. Would I confront him about this? What would he say? Lie, surely.