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She's wearing a gorgeous black gown, lace and very feminine. Her black hair is thick and straight, and she has tan skin like someone who'd just been in the sun all day. Very exotic and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.
"Actually, I was trying to get your attention tonight. It's not very often I get to meet new people." She says and I stand slightly confused.
"Oh, well, it's a pleasure to meet you." I put the smile back on my face and raise my hand to shake hers.
"Nice to make your acquaintance. I'm Cynthia." She shakes my hand and takes a step back. "I'm surprised to see you here with Nic, of all people."
"Oh?" I raise an eyebrow, trying to keep the smile on my face.
"Why yes, my husband is taking this little fight of ours a little too far."
The world drops from under my feet. Did she just say husband?
"You're husband?" I ask.
"Oh yes." She puts her hand up and shows me a gorgeous engagement ring and wedding band set.
I'm absolutely horrified. How could I have misread the situation so badly? Better yet, how could I have been so far in denial that I didn't see the signs?
"I didn't know... he didn't tell me that he was married." I say, doing my best to speak, but only a whisper of a sound making its way out.
"I'm sure he didn't. The entire family is very upset with him. Though I guess we should have all seen this coming. The man is under a lot of stress and has been for quite some time. It's not everyone who has to live up to a family legacy as Nic does. Since we were teenagers we've been together and besides me the only constant in his life is his need to live up to expectations. The family and I feel like all of this he's doing now is a bit of rebellion. I was sure he'd be over it by now, but I'm positive he's on the tail end." She nods and tilts her head at me.
"What do you mean by that? The tail end?" I ask.
"Oh, I was just over his home a few days ago. It was quite heated between us." She smiles and tilts her head as if she were thinking about the night they had. "Still, I'm coming to you because I know you couldn't have known that you're running around with a married man, one that has a baby on the way no less. That would be quite embarrassing." Cynthia puts her hand down to her stomach, and my gut clenches with nausea. Not only is he cheating on his wife with me, but he's got a baby on the way?
The man is the worst of the worst. I'm heartbroken, and I'm angry that I even care about him enough to be heartbroken. I thought I would be able to keep things between Nic and I purely physical, but now that I'm hearing his wife tell me this, I know I can't. I was a fool, and I've fallen in love with a married man. How fucking cliché.
I was just prolonging the inevitable by fooling myself.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it anyway. You're only here for a few more weeks, right?" She asks, and I nod my head, no longer able to give her full words.
"Oh, then that's okay. Let him have his play time. Once you leave, I'm sure things will go back to normal. You're probably really good for him. You know, allow him to get his full taste of the other side of the tracks before he comes home to his family." She sighs, looks in the mirror and fixes her already immaculate hair. "Oh, and if you find some panties of mine in the side drawer, don't worry. I left them there for emergencies. We know how crazed the man can get." She says on a chuckle, clutching the jewelry on her neck, before she turns and walks out, leaving me there reeling from her admission.
I suck in a few deep breaths, willing myself not to break down and start crying in front of these people. I need to get out of here and fast. I don't belong here.
I pull my shoulders back and walk out of the bathroom ready to leave. I see that bastard Nic on the other side of the room and I make my way over to him.
"Nyla, what's wrong?" He asks and tries to put his hand on my arm. I tilt away, not wanting any part of him touching me again.
"Nothing, I'd like to leave, please. I'm not feeling well." I say, doing my best not to embarrass myself or him. I'm sure everyone is already looking at me like a slut. No wonder they've all been giving me shitty looks. I'm breaking up a home.
"What's going on… do you "
"I want to go home. I can call a cab if you’d prefer to stay." I say, with venom lacing my words, but I don't look at his face. I'll break down if I have to see those intense eyes staring at me. I just can't do it.
"No, all right. I'll take you home." I turn and walk toward the front door, not waiting for him to lead me. He has to pick up the pace to keep up.
I keep my eyes off him as we get to his car, and he drives me home. I have nothing to say to him and seeing as he doesn't speak to me either I guess he feels the same.
We get to my RV and I nearly run out of the car and up the stairs.
I don't say goodbye, instead I just slam the door shut and wait with my breath held for his car to pull off. When it does, I feel the frog in my throat expand.
"Don't you do it! Don't!" I scold myself as I snatch the shoes off my feet and throw them in the corner. I don't want to cry for him, but I can't help it. I can't believe this is happening.
I rush to my bed and fall down, sobbing as my heart breaks into pieces.
