One night with Ex-Husband

The Club

When Maira stepped out of the mall, she already gathered the attention, and a few even whistled, which made her face flushed.

“Do I have to wear this to attend a party? If you told me this condition before, I wouldn't have come," Maira said while pulling her dress.

“Oh, come on, can't you see how they are gaping at you? You are a treat to watch," Sharon winked while they boarded their cab.

“What are you doing," Sharon shrieked at Maira, who was rubbing off her bold red lipstick.

“Nothing, just lightning it a bit. It looks way too much for me," Maira said while trying to take her hand out of Sharon's grip.

“No, you are not. Now stop it already," Sharon said while rolling her eyes.

The energy inside the club was at the peak; however, aloof from the crowd, there stood a woman in the corner, MAIRA. Although she was with Sharon, who was engrossed in her mischievous chat about the men around, her eyes tell some other story; sorrow. Dressed in a beige-colored body-hugging dress with bold red lips, she looked nothing less than a seductress, though petite, yet there was something about her that was intriguing. 

This was her first time to wear something that sexy and come to a club, and as per Sharon, she should do it more often instead of wearing the clothes of an old lady.

“I swear, if you don't stop pulling your dress, I will give your number to some random guy here," Sharon had to warn her.

What if he sees me like this? He won't be happy. Maira was thinking

“Maira, you have to let him go," Sharon interrupted her thoughts.

Sharon observed how Maira was only holding her drink and was lost somewhere. She was her only friend who knew her from their childhood days and has seen her struggle with her marriage and her devil husband, Abram.

Giving her signature smile with a glint of sorrow, Maira replied, “He already left me. Can I do anything now?" With that, she drank her drink in one go. 

“Woah! Let's go and burn the dance floor," Maira said, sounding cheerful altogether.

Sharon rolled her eyes at her failed attempt.

The in-house DJ was playing the trance. Maira, who was lost in her daze, was letting the music slowly fade off her sorrow. With each beat, she felt her mind replaying her past in front of her, and one by one, she was letting it out of her memoir. 

“Please, listen to me. I can't live without you."

“Don't make me laugh now, Maira," he mocked her.

“Abram, I will do anything, just please don't leave me."

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything, please, I love you."

“Then abort this baby." He said without remorse.

“What, now you don't love me?” he said, staring directly at her shocked expression.

“Either it's the baby or me, you decide."

Suddenly the music seemed to stop, and loud voices could be heard somewhere near the bar counter, designed to look like an underground floor below the club. Maira opened her eyes and saw the same confused expression on her friends' faces. When they noticed that the crowd started gathering towards the railing separating the counter and the dance floor, they immediately walked towards to see the cause.

Maira could hear an angry voice followed by a wail. She could make out a male voice who was yelling profusely while hitting someone. Her instinct suddenly went on high alert on its own, and that seems to have confused her. 

Why do I feel scared all of a sudden, she thought while walking briskly along with her friends.

When she had a clear view, she saw the back of a man who was crouched down on someone, clutching the collar and was giving a punch one after the other. She felt her eyelids start fluttering like a bad omen. She didn't have time to register when suddenly she heard the man who was hitting roar, “Son of a b***h, you dare? SHE IS MY WIFE."

She gasped and held her breath as she was too familiar with the voice and the anger behind it. She snapped out of her thoughts when she felt a burning gaze on her, and her black orb immediately locked with the brown one. 

“I aborted the baby just as you asked me. How can you not be true to your words?" Maira was clutching his arms.

“I never said I will not divorce you," he smirked at her and jerked her hand.

That was the last Maira ever saw him.

“ABRAM," she could stop but whisper his name.

Her knees began to give her up, and she felt herself falling; however, Sharon held her. She, too, had the same horrid expression as Maira. 

The rage Maira saw in his eyes made her flinch, and the next moment she ran, she ran to save herself before the storm engulfed her. When she came to her senses, she realized she was in one of the restrooms. One look at her reflection froze her. 

Why was he here? If he was in the city, why didn't he attend the court session today?

What she saw was the reflection of a woman who was trembling violently, her face tear-stained which she didn't even realize till now. She put her trembling hands over her mouth to stop her whimpers. 

After all these months, he still affects me like this, she thought.

Her neighboring girl gave a sympathetic look; however, soon, Maira heard her screaming.

“Who the f**k are you? This is the women's restroom, you asshole.”

The next second, Maira's forearm was harshly pulled, and she came across the same angry orbs.

She froze when she realized Abram followed her inside the restroom.

All she saw was fury in his eyes, which was scanning her and her body-hugging dress; his nostrils were flaring like an angry bull. 

“What the f**k are you doing here?”

“What the hell are you wearing?" Abram yelled while roughly grabbing her by her forearms, making her flinch. 

“Please….." she gulped in fear and continued, “please, you are hurting me."

She didn't know whether she should be happy to see him after two years or she should be afraid of his anger as before?

The women in the restroom started shouting and complaining about the intruder. That was the least concern for Maira as she had more significant issues to solve, and the next moment she felt herself being dragged roughly out of the restroom.