CHAPTER THREE
Full Circle Irony
WANITA'S POV
"Can I leave?"
Five days later, and Jake?
He wasn't here, yet.
My body had begun to heal.
The pain had subsided.
But I was uncomfortable and uneasy.
I hated hospitals.
Mayhap because my sister had died in one.
I couldn't keep staying here.
I needed to leave.
I assumed the nurse fiddling with the giving set had not heard me the first time.
So, I repeated my question.
"Can I go home?"
She finally turned to me.
The blonde nurse stared at me as if I was moving mad at this point.
She scrunched up her nose in refusal.
"Respectfully, no."
My brows rose.
"Why?"
She scoffed.
"We will need to keep you here for more observation ma'am. You had a rough birth."
"I can't," I said flatly. "I hate hospitals."
"But you—" she protested.
I let out a Tch sound, cutting her off.
"I can take care of myself."
But, she shook her head in refusal.
"You have to," I badgered her.
After hours of hounding her, the nurse finally gave in to my pestering.
She told the doctor my request.
And after arguing for what felt like hours, they handed me the discharge papers.
The moment I had mentioned I wouldn't pay for the extra treatment, their urgency to get rid of me doubled.
It didn't surprise me.
They valued money over life.
That's why I didn't like the hospital.
It was a shady place.
"You're free to go."
I smiled softly.
"You need to rest, hydrate, and grieve."
Grieve.
The word sat heavily in my chest.
"It would be better if your husba—" she backtracked instantly, "someone was back here to help you leave."
I nearly smiled.
That was because she had forgotten that the stranger who brought me here days ago was not my husband.
The stranger had dropped by twice after that while I had been sedated.
He had brought food, fruits and so many other things that I might need.
I didn't know why he did that.
But, I was grateful.
It took my mind off the fact that my actual husband had abandoned me there.
Jake wasn't even taking my calls again.
He had only sent me a text message the day before citing that he was busy.
That was it.
No concern for my health.
Nothing.
"I will be fine."
I didn't ask who the stranger was.
I knew that the hospital might be able to provide me his face or identity.
But I didn't do that.
I didn't want to know.
Let him remain anonymous just like I suspected that he wished.
But I whispered, "Thank you," to the empty space where he must have stood.
Then, I stumbled home in a daze.
I felt cold on the way.
I had on just the hospital slippers and a gown underneath my beige coat.
Still, I couldn't face our apartment and I asked the driver to make a turn.
I didn't want to go home.
I would end up to sitting in the silence in the nursery I had painted teal green.
I would dwell on my loss.
So we turned toward Solara's.
She had been cruel to me nine days ago, yes—but she was still my friend.
And in that moment, I needed someone to hold me before I would shatter completely.
The cab got there fast.
I met her gate open.
The front door was open too.
It was weird.
But it was not unheard of since Solara always left it unlocked for the maids.
I stepped inside.
I called softly, "Sol? It's me."
There was no answer.
But then, I heard a sound.
Moaning.
It was low, breathy and unmistakable.
I froze.
I heard it from the hallway again.
"Harder…"
It was Solara's voice.
And, it was thick with pleasure.
My face burned.
I should've just left.
But my legs wouldn't move.
I was too tired to turn back.
I thought if I just waited quietly that they would finally finish with their dalliance.
Then Solara would see me.
She would comfort me.
So I sat on the velvet couch in her living room, staring at the tiled floor.
I was still there while casually listening to my best friend come undone.
I heard the wet slap of balls against ass while Solara moaned like a slut.
"Yes, yes, oh yes, fuck me baby, give it to me, your cock is so huge daddy."
Then a man's voice which was rough and familiar growled, "I'm close Sol."
My blood first congealed.
My eyes widened.
I would know that voice anywhere.
I had fallen asleep to it for five years.
It belonged to Jake.
I was on my feet before I could think.
I rushed down the hall, and to the bedroom door which was left ajar.
And there he was, my husband—Jake.
He was naked, his hands gripping Solara's hair while she knelt before him.
And his cock was buried in her mouth.
"Fuck, yes," Jake groaned as Solara deep throated him again and again.
Disgust crawled all over my skin as I stood there watching them, unable to move.
Was this what he had been doing while I had almost died at the hospital?
"I'm going to cum, now," Jake grunted as he fucked her mouth harshly
Spot drizzled down the sides of Solara's mouth as he thrust, once, twice.
Then, he came in her mouth.
I watched with contempt and shock as Solara swallow all of his seed.
She pulled back just enough to gasp, "God, Jake, you were so amaz—"
That's when she saw me.
She froze.
Her mouth dropped open.
"Wanita," she murmured.
Time stopped as Jake turned to me.
His face went pale.
"Wanita—"
I didn't cry.
I didn't scream.
I just stared at them.
My best friend was on her knees with my husband's cock still hard in her mouth.
I just stood there with disappointmen.
I stared at the two people who were supposed to love me the most in this world.
Then, I began to laugh.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and that was when I decided to speak.
"You said you wouldn't suck his dick even if he was the last man on Earth."
My voice trembled with rage.
My eyes were burning with wetness, the tears stinging at both corners.
"So what does that make you now, Solara?" I demanded with wide eyes.
I fisted my hands until the sharp points of my nails dug badly into my flesh.
"The desperate slut who couldn't wait to crawl between my husband's legs?"