A Dangerous Game

3. Lura Cortel

"Where have you been?" Lura sits back in her chair with a scowl on her face as her husband walks through the door. 

"It is 3 am. Where were you?" 

"I was with Raul." Namal sighs, slipping his arms from within his leather jacket. 

"Oh don't give me that crap! You think I'm stupid?" Lura bursts, shooting from her chair to stand in her Husband's way. 

"You were with Raul?? I called you 15 times! And then I called Raul who said you left his house at 9, where were you for the rest of the night huh? Stop playing with me or I'm going to do something I might regret! This is the last time I let you talk your way out of this!" 

"Fine! Then I won't talk my way out of it! Your yelling is ear grating! You sound like a squirrel being squeezed out. Look I am tired and I want to go to sleep, we can talk about this later!" 

"What? Are you mad Namal, you are not stepping another foot into this house until you-!" 

Namal pushes past her as she tries to keep him in place. He doesn't look back at her and walks up their luxurious stairs to the 2nd floor. 

"Namal!? Namal! You are a wicked man! After everything I've done for you, you were out at night time paroling for someone else! You are wicked! You are so wicked! How could you do this to me again?!" She yells as her voice cracks. She stands dazedly facing the stairs her husband had went up. 

She shakes her head as she gradually sits down on her white sofa, looking around the vast empty space of their house. She shakes with anger to a point where tears prick her eyes. She feels so many emotions that she wouldn't even be able to express all of them.

"Namal, who else have you been with?," She mutters to herself,

"I am supposed to be your wife, the person you tell where you're going and yet you're making a mockery of me... I will deal with you. This will be last time you do this to me, and whoever you're sneaking around seeing... I'm going to make them regret getting between us." 

She stands up and dusts herself off, as if things were completely normal once more. She walks to their grand kitchen, humming softly to herself as she fills a kettle with water. She settles it in on the stove and also grabs a orange to peel and eat. At this point her mind is completely blank, her actions focused on emotions.

She waits a few moments for the water to boil, making sure to put it on low so her husband, who was probably asleep by now, would not hear anything. 

As steam starts to blow through the pipe, she turns off the stove, grabs the kettle, and walks to their stairs. She carefully goes up the stairs, making sure to not let her dress drag along the floor. It was expensive, a gift from Namal. She makes great effort to keep all her things pristine and proper.

When she makes it to their room, she sees her husband soundly asleep, his phone on the bedside table. The room is pitch black. She walks to the lamp light and switches it on. 

She grabs the collar of Namal's shirt with one hand and with other lifts the kettle above his head. Namal shifts awake, his eyes widening in alarm once he sees what's happening.

"Wha... What!? Lura, what are you doing?!" 

"Something I should've done a long time ago. Move a inch and the water goes down and don't test me this time, I'm at my ropes end." 

"Lura, what is the meaning of this?"

 "I want to see your phone. I want you to open it and show me your text messages and contacts. I've never seen it before because you never let me."

"Are you a mad woman!?"

"Yes, and you will soon be a burned man. Open your phone."

With eyes wide open he reaches for his phone on their desk and he reluctantly puts in the numbers.

"Here."

She lets go of his collar and instantly goes to his text messages.

After a pause, she slowly looks up at her husband.

"Who is Izel? You keep mentioning a secret in the text messages, what is that? What is your connection with this woman?"

"It is none of your business."

"Tell me now, or I'll do it Namal!"

"I won't tell you anything, so if you're going to do something, then do it right now."

A vast silence falls between them as Lura scowls, her grasp on the handle of her kettle turning her knuckles white. Namal swallows in the quiet.

She then moves the kettle back and throws it at the opposite wall, leaving a dent and water flowing onto the floor. She feels tired and sick to her stomach, but she doesn't want to fade away like all those other times before. She's done with this.

"I'm going to find out who she is Namal! You keep lying to me and being deceptive! I knew I shouldn't have married you, the only reason I did is because you have money! But turns out you are a lying snake who drains my life everyday! Why-"

"Lura enough! You turned me into this. All those times of you not trusting me and questioning where I am, even showing up to my work to ask for me. You are the deceptive one! I do not need to tell you anything! Anything at all!"

"Then why are we married? If you are talking to another woman, then I was right this entire time... I hate you. I hate you with everything in me Namal."

"I hate you too!"

"Fine!"

"Good."

She feels herself turning pink from anger as she shuts her mouth. She wishes she can say this is the first time they've fought like this but its just a one of the many occasions. She walks to the opposite side of the room and grabs an assortment of clothing.

"I'm sleeping in the guest room. Don't greet me in the morning and just go to work. I don't want to see your face."

"Fine. I wouldn't want to after you just tried to kill me."

She doesn't respond and instead walks out of the room, putting her brown curly hair in a bun as she walks into the spare bedroom.

She sits on the edge of the bed and places her hands on her mouth with a faraway look.

"This man... I know what to do."

She grabs her phone and goes through her contacts, hovering a finger over a number she thought she would never call again.