Bad Day
1158 Words
Idina’s P.O.V.
The room spun. My head banged. My eyes went blurry, whether from the dizziness I was feeling or from the tears that had welled up in them or even both, I didn’t know.
I looked at her. She was pretty. Maybe even prettier than I was. Natural blond hair that flowed to her waist and hazel eyes. Slender with a beautiful figure, her body dipping and curving in all the right places. She wasn’t oblivious to her beauty, she wore it with pride. The bodycon dress she was wearing screamed: ”I’m sexy and I know it.” And that just made me feel small.
I knew I was pretty. I got compliments everywhere I went. My striking red hair and calm blue eyes were a sharp contrast that called the attention of people. And hours at the gym gave me a body many would die for. It’s just that seeing your husband cheat on you does something to a woman’s confidence. It just slowly dissipates, until there’s nothing left.
“Won’t you wish me a happy matrimony?” She asked, smiling brightly like we were not discussing her marrying my own husband.
“Get out!” I screamed, losing any semblance of composure I had. Kathy and Mark rushed out of the kitchen, clearly concerned about the commotion.
“Why are you such a joy killer, Idina?” She asked, raising a perfectly arched brow.
“Kathy, please lead Miss Lara out.” I said, taking deep breaths to calm myself.
“Could be Mrs Lara soon.” She added as she left.
The moment she walked out the door, I sank to the floor, crying hard. I let the tears flow. I had held them in long enough. Once I had finally collected myself I stood up and went to the kitchen.
“Who was that?” Kathy asked gently, not wanting to upset me further.
“Francis’ lover,” I responded, my tone clipped.
“He cheated?” Mark asked, quickly piecing it all together.
“Mhmm.” I nodded.
“After eight years?” Kathy questioned, her expression filled with disgust.
“Yup. Yesterday was our anniversary. And yesterday I caught him with the sexy nurse I just sent out.”
“You look better, trust me.” Mark said. I laughed softly.
“I believe you.” I replied. “We have work to do. Let’s get back to it.”
We all went back to our stations, continuing what we were doing while having a hearty conversation about Mark’s wife. For a moment, while crumb coating that cake, laughing at Mark's lame jokes, I felt like myself. Like Idina before all this happened.
But dreams never last. Sooner or later, sooner in my case, you’ll wake up.
“Uhm… D.”
“Yes, Mark.”
“Francis is here to see you.”
“I don’t want to see him.”
“He’s inside already, sitting in booth 3.” I bit my lip hard. I didn’t need this right now.
“Okay. I’m coming.”
I removed my apron and washed my hands before marching to booth 3.
“Idi-“
“Let’s do it.” I said, not letting him finish whatever he wanted to say.
“Do what?” He asked.
“The divorce. Let’s do it.” I answered.
“Thank God!” He said, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Excuse me?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.
“I thought you were going to make this difficult.” He explained.
It was in that exact moment that I knew completely, with no doubt in my heart, that Francis had lost all love for me as his wife and all respect for our marriage and relationship as a whole. It felt like a bullet laced with poison had hit me. The cold truth an agonizing torture, the pain living and breathing within me.
“I’m happy we have come to an agreement. We’ll meet with our lawyer on Monday. I’ll call. I wish I had some badass line to drop before I leave but the truth is, I don’t. So no, I’m not going to say you will regret this because you may never regret this. But I most definitely wish you would.”
I walked out of the booth, grabbed my bag, called a cab, and went to Anaya’s place. Francis hurt me. But since he had chosen to leave my life, I won’t let him control it any longer.
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“Pack your bags. We are going to the Maldives,” I said as soon as Anaya opened the door.
“What?” Anaya asked, stunned.
“You don’t expect me to waste thousands of dollars just because of Francis, do you?”
“Uhm no. I don’t. It’s just… sudden?”
“I’m broken, Anaya. And to be honest, I don’t want to do anything. But I fear that if I don’t, that if I give in to the pain, I’ll lose myself. I can’t let Francis have that hold on me. I figured a vacation would help to get my mind off things. I really need the distraction,” I confessed, holding back a fresh set of tears.
“Okay. Let’s go to the Maldives then. Maybe we could even get you a new man,” she said, grinning sheepishly as she leaned on the door frame.
“Maybe,” I nodded, giving her a weak smile.
“Where are your clothes?” She asked, finally noticing I was empty handed. “It’s the Maldives, Anaya. You don’t need clothes. Just bikinis. And that I can always get, okay?”
“True. Let’s get going. We have a long flight ahead of us.”
Anaya packed all she needed —a load of designer bikinis and expensive sunscreen— and we set off. Soon enough, we were at the airport, ready to go to the place that would change my life forever.
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“That is the longest flight I’ve ever been on,” Anaya complained, stretching out her cramped up limbs. I laughed. My back felt sore as well, but that pain was nothing compared to one in my heart.
“Hey. Remember why we are here? No thinking about Francis okay?” Somehow, she always knew what was going on in my head. She was my best friend after all.
“It’s hard. But I'll try.”
“That’s enough for me. Come on, let’s get a taxi.”
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The air here was different. Hotter but lighter. Full of promises of a good time. We got to the resort I had booked and lodged in our room. Immediately, we changed into our bikinis and went to the beach, getting ready t
o tan under the hot sun.
“Hello ladies.” A deep voice, smooth and confident. I turned back and froze.
“Jason?”
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