Chapter 85

If I was not mistaken it was considered as entertaining the bad guy when you are a victim so that you can gauge them and find a weakness in their so well planned plan.

This time she was approaching Aiden with that irritating swing of her hips trying to walk catlike in her scrawny legs. Okay maybe I was just being a little bit petty, but who wouldn't? the things Claire had me go through. Now she was telling me a story where she and Aiden supposedly had something going on when she was staying under my roof.

The more that point was being stretched the more dumb I feel. How could I have thought that the witch had changed just because she was at my doorstep in hysterics. Truly, never be too nice, look what it brought me? Chaos.

She reaches Aiden eventually and plants her hand on his chest as she whispers something close to his mouth. This situation was getting more and more uncomfortable for me. Telling me that you two have an affair together is one thing, but actually showing me your affair and the likes is going too far.

Of course she wanted to rub salt in the wounds she had freshly made, why miss an opportunity?

"Oh dear Aiden," I could hear now. What happened to whisper in my ear lover, I wondered. I chuckle to myself, I did not even know if they were whispering words of love to each other. But I was quick to believe her if anything could be made of it.

She continues "Don't you want dear little wife to hear how you made me scream so much I almost lost my vocals?"

No. I did not hear that right, she might have said something else with less details. I could easily convince myself that it was other reasons why she could be screaming, something unrelated to them having an affair. If you thought deep about, affair sometimes did not always mean romantic. She could have been referring to their estranged relationship.

For sure a woman wouldn't look at a man in a romantic way after he gave her a beating of her life almost killing you. The only way you could be screaming from that affair is because you wanted to pay him back but he ended up maiming you.

"Claire." The worlds are altered with a kind of violence that says "drop it" Any one would immediately obey to this command because it left no room for arguments.

What really disturbed me about this was Aiden's reaction. He positively wanted me not to hear this story. But why?

She goes on not blinking an eye to the threat clearly given to her. some guts this woman carried. "Silly, like she doesn't know what I am talking about. Of course she more than anyone else should know this. You are not known to go out and seek pleasure in the beds of loose women. Your appetites were directed at her."

What were they talking about? Was I lost or were they the ones that started to talk in code? This was confusing. I knew by nature I wasn't slow but people perceived me as so because I was always daydreaming. This time it did feel like I was a bit slow.

If she was being beaten to death, then how was I, more than anyone else, supposed to know this? And what did she mean it was known that he never visited other women's beds. She sounded a lot more hypocrite the more she spoke. She herself implies that she is sleeping with my husband then says that he doesn't visit other beds?

That sounded of hand, I remember back to that time in the cafeteria hall when those ladies gossiped about me without even knowing that I was behind them. They said Another one, meaning there more girls right.

To my luck, she saves me from my drifting thoughts and clarifies "It shouldn't be strange to her to hear that you made me scream with that huge boy you carry around in your pants." As she was saying this, I watched her hand creep all the way to Aiden's trouser front. She squeezes to make her point. Point made for sure.

I feel dizzy and can feel my stomach try to empty itself once again. I lose focus of everything. Everything I look at goes up in smoke as an image of my husband's junk being groped appears in my eyes. I am losing balance on my feet but my body is no longer my own. It is just a vessel that holds darkness now. It holds nothing but emptiness, the image living there as well unbothered here to torment me.

I see swirly images of the same kind but this time it is I who is visualizing all the stuff she said and more. I came up with scenes after scenes that could have occurred between them. All sweaty and hot while I, a pregnant wife, was unaware of the happenings. I being so comfortable waiting for him to come back to me after the day is done. He was with the harlot getting busy when he could be busy with me.

The thick ball of tears choking my throat just wants to come out and unclog my throat. I am no longer on my feet and can feel the hard ground beneath me. They are noises around me but I can't make any of them out, in the distance I hear engine noises and crunching sounds like tires stepping over twigs.

The pain that settles over my heart makes it difficult so much to focus on the outside world, all I could see was them, mingled bodies and deceit.

I let the darkness engulf me, withdrawing to the furthest corner I could find in the darkness. I let it sit as one word rung in my head. Betrayal.