"Where are you, Carlton?" Stacy was out of breath as she sat on the lid of the water closet in the bathroom at the party, with her hands trembling intensely as she texted her husband because of what she had just witnessed.
She had been trying to keep her mind together for the past few minutes after seeing Carlton and Marilyn at the same event, while assuring herself that nothing was wrong and that she was just overthinking it. However, her head wanted to explode at the imaginations which were conjured up in her head.
The most painful part of the scenario was that she had to remain where she was standing like she didn't know him, because no one knew, and could know that she was married to Carlton Howard. Yet, she was losing her mind because she could not even do anything to claim her husband right on the spot.
Marilyn and Carlton held a conversation at the end of the room so affectionately, and she was probably the only person who almost died at the sight of it. And like she had never seen before, her husband's cheeks crept in a smile as he talked to his ex-girlfriend.
His eyes glistened like never before in the way it had never lighted at the sight of her, and it was palpable that the fondness was probably still there.
'He was a kind of man that rarely attended any events, but he was present in the same party with his ex-lover. The same woman she had always felt intimidated by.'
"What is going on?" Stacy's voice came out with a panic as she breathed in and out.
'Carlton, please reply to my messages. Where are you?' She typed shakily on her phone again, as she began to walk out of the bathroom towards the back door to find a place where she would be alone. She needed to breath.
There was a delay in his reply she stood anxiously on the terrace, leaning over the smooth cold metal with her eyes trying not to look at the screen of the phone. And from where she was standing as she looked around from the balcony of the floor where she stood, her eyes caught the most shocking sight that froze her on the spot.
Her heart pounded in her chest and threatened to burst through her rib cage, as she struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before her eyes.
It was the sight of her husband, Carlton Howard, whom she had loved unconditionally with all her heart, locked in an intimate gaze with the same lady she had seen him in the room with, and their lips were about an inch away. Her world crumbled before her immediately as she looked away.
Tear tracks trailed down her flushed cheeks immediately as her throat hung in a gasp of breath which was mixed with pain, and she crumbled heavily on the floor hopelessly, with a consuming anguish that gripped her stinging heart.
A message entered shortly as she sat there in her forlorn.
'By myself, Any problem?' she read, and her heart sank immediately as she drowned in more tears, 'Have you signed the papers?' Was the next question that followed, and it felt like Stacy's head was about to explode as she read it again and again. Hot tears ran down her cheeks in pain.
Her husband, indeed, was ready to divorce not because she did anything wrong, but because Marilyn, his ex-girlfriend, was back in the city. He was no longer interested in her again, and there was nothing that could change his mind. It was obvious that even if she left him on their wedding day, he was still in love with her. The mysterious text message too finally made sense.
'She had finally lost him.'