Unfaithful
She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, then opened it. To her horror she saw her husband with another woman whose face she could not see clearly. She just stood there for a minute unconsciously. One would have taken her for a wax statue. And when she came to her senses with the honk from the car on the road, she started screaming at her husband “How could you!!!”
Michael didn’t seem to give her even the slightest of his attention. He was completely immersed in kissing the bosom of the lady in his bed. They didn’t stop to even turn around to look at her. She was infuriated and charged at them. She stopped a few feet away from them and howled with all her strength once again “Michael!!!” with a grunge like a death metal singer.
And he finally looked at her, stood up and started walking towards her. “1 minute babe..”, he said to the lady in the bed. There was not even the faintest hint of guilt in his eyes. As he unapologetically walked towards Christine, she got a call. She wanted to ignore it but her ringtone was a custom “Pickup the phone sweetheart..” recorded by her own ass of a husband. Trembling with anger, she groped in her purse for her mobile. As she picked up the phone to cut the call, she saw that it was a call from Michael himself. She raised her eyes and looked at Michael with a gaze that could burn down diamonds to ashes “What the f*** are you doing? Why are you calling me?”
She was met with absolute silence. He just kept walking towards her while she got a text from him again “Where are you? I’m waiting here at the restaurant.”
She had no words — Is this some prank??
As Michael kept walking towards her as if just closing the distance between them would resolve the whole issue, she took a step back and furiously shoved her hands into him to push him off. And she suddenly lost her balance and tripped forward. She turned back to see Michael still walking. He walked into the bathroom.
She replayed in her head what had just happened, and realised that she just passed through Michael. Her phone rang once again loud as fuck and she receive the call. “Where are you my lady?” said the phone in Michael’s voice. She dropped down onto the floor, too horrified to say anything back. She shifted her gaze towards the mistress in the bed. It was none but herself.
With a stream of unending sweat and knees shaking at a 10 on Richter scale, she stood up. And just as she was about to turn around and run out, the lady in the bed started speaking “Hey! I know you are here.”
Christine stopped and mumbled “What’s going…”
But the lady interrupted her, “But I cannot hear you. I just know because I have been you. I went through the same situation as you.”
Christine’s heart skipped a beat. She ran out, closing the door behind her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and turned around. There was no door. She searched for the key in her pocket. There was none.
