Chapter 58

A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER.

Sopping her drink from a rock glass with a straw, Bianca was sitting alone on a set elegant table watching people dancing to the booming hip hop song, chatting or walking around. There were four vacant chairs around her table. She was in a shiny long red gown and a love-shape spec. She was all glittering with silver steel accessories. Her center-parted hair cascaded to her back.

Heather had requested to meet with her at Double J's Drinks, one of the most expensive bars in town. In a few minutes, with the blue emission of lights, she caught a glimpse of a tall lady in an elegant sleeveless bodysuit gown that was split on her thigh. With her face framed by her massive hair, she approached holding a small designer purse. "Heather!!" Smiling, Bianca arose and hugged her.

"Mrs. Brooks!" Heather smiled back, tossing her purse on the table and pulling the chair across from Bianca. She sat and exhaled. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, ma'am!!"

"Oh, no worries, dear," She said, arranging her hair. "My pleasure!!"

Heather bobbed with a smile. Her arms were placed on the table, and she poked her hair to the back of her ear as her smile slowly faded.

"Is this about my son?" Bianca asked, crossing her lower arms on the table.

In tears, Heather nodded, engulfed in grief.

"Oh, no no, honey," Bianca reached for her hand on held her. "Easy pissy. Everything would be fine, okay?"

A waiter approached them.

"So, what would you like, Heather?" Bianca asked, taking off her spec and placing it on the table.

"Nothing," Heather said. "I'm good."

"You sure?" Bianca asked.

"Yeah," Heather shrugged. "For now perhaps."

With a smile, Bianca gazed up at the green-haired waitress. "She might likely change her mind though. Would send for you when needed."

Smiling back, the waitress nodded slightly and walked off.

Bianca turned to Heather, sipped her drink, and said, "What's wrong this time? Thought you both have been separated for a couple of years now."

"Yes," Heather said with a lowered gaze, fumbling with her wedding ring. "We've been separated…but," She lifted her glittery gaze upon Bianca. "I've not moved on, Mrs. Brooks. I…I just can't."

"Even as a married lady that you are now?" Bianca asked.

"Me being married doesn't count," Heather said. "Cayden could've been my husband. He's the one…the man I wanna spend the rest of my life with."

Brows raised while blinking, and Bianca sipped her drink. That for sure is gonna be a full-blown disaster, then. She thought. For all she knows, Cayden can kill whoever attempts to interrupt his wife. He doesn't take stuff like this lightly. "So, how do you intend to go about that? What do you really want?"

"I…I…dunno, ma'am," Heather quivered. "I…I just wish…I could…" She railed off, her face glowing with tears.

"So, you wish he could probably divorce his wife to marry you?" Bianca asked, gazing directly into Heather's eyes. "You wish you could talk him out of loving Elodre?"

"I…I… don't mean any harm," She sniffled. "But yes…to be honest."

A smile pulled Bianca's red lips. "No offense," She raised her hands. "But, why don't you just focus on your husband?"

Shaking her head, Heather sobbed, "I can't, Mrs. Brooks. I've been trying…but it ain't just working. I…I feel horrible each day of my life.

"Look, honey," Bianca sipped her drink. "I grab what you're saying. I remember how fond of each other you both were like two peas in a pod…and I'm equally amazed at how he suddenly dumped you for no good reason but to tie the hitch with Elodre. Honestly, she's the last person I ever expected my son with…and I was most embarrassed. I was."

Heather sniffled. "I'm totally heartbroken."

"Is it that you don't enjoy your marriage? Cause you of course should be happy." Bianca said. "I'm surprised you're still falling for my son." She sipped her drink. "Honey, I bet you have no idea how crazy Cayden gets when anyone dares mention his wife…I'm ain't exempted from this either." Turning to a side, she said, "See these marks on my face? Cayden did this to me…"

And Heather's hands flew to her mouth as she gasped in astonishment.

"And guess why," Bianca said.

"Why?" Heather's brows were furrowed. Jeez!! That's unbelievable!

"Cause I mentioned his wife!" Bianca said.

And Heather blinked. Gently pushing her hair backward, she turned her left cheek and said, "Likewise!"

"What??!" Bianca's eyes widened. "H…he slapped you too?"

Heather nodded as burning tears welled up in her eyes.

"How?!" Bianca asked. "When?"

"Just recently," Heather said.

"You saw him?!" Bianca was astonished.

"Yeah," Heather said, wiping off the tears with her red polished fingers. "I met him at Presh Health…"

"Presh Health Hospital?" Bianca echoed Heather. "What was he doing there?"

"Dunno," Heather shrugged. "I'd bumped into him once in a restaurant before then…and he was stunned to see me." She wiped her tears. "Thought I…I would grab an opportunity to… talk with him…but" More tears rolled down her cheeks and she sniffled, gently wiping them off. "Deep down I was glad to see him."

"What was he doing when you met him at Presh Health?" Bianca raised a brow.

"About to get into his car…" Heather quivered. "I…I tried…I tried t…to talk to him…"

"But did you mention his wife?" Bianca asked.

"Y…yes," A smile pulled Heather's lips. "I…I called her a wretched bitch…"

"A wretched what??!" Bianca gasped. "And Cayden didn't kill you?!! You should consider yourself lucky, sis!"

Heather blinked.

"Remember how he beat up a guy to death on his wedding day?" Bianca asked. "Remember that guy?"

"Yeah, I do," Heather said.

"Know what he did?"

"Not really," Heather shrugged.

"The guy tried to stop the wedding, claiming to be Elodre's fiance." Bianca sipped her drink. "Which is why I refrained you from going into the wedding hall 'cause I knew what you were gonna do. And I bet it could've cost your life, Heather. Or he could've probably broken your nose, teeth, or whatever…"

And this made this worse. What should she do now?! Heather thought.