A Writing Prompt

“You betrayed me," I said, almost in whispers, as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My edges were still laid slick, and the big bun at the center of my head sat tight. My forehead shone, but the wet glistening in my eyes overcame it.

I wiped off the tear that fell and sniffed with my head drawn back and my thumb and second finger pinching the tip of my nose, a technique I learned to stop myself from crying.

It was our anniversary dinner and I had excused myself to come to the bathroom because I could no longer endure the sweet words he was saying, taking me down memory lanes on how we met, our university days, and other mushy things he had to say, after he'd taken his "work mate" down severally.

I suspected something off the very day I surprised him at the office with lunch and she was there, holding a file beside him. The way his tye laid on the side and he had boils of sweat on his face.

"If the receptionist did not let him know I was coming, I'd have caught them" I started thinking when I saw the text and sultry videos she sent to him one night.

He had gone to the bathroom and his phone which was on the bed wouldn't quit buzzing. If he had been there, he'd claim it was work and I'd have been tricked too since he saved her contact as "Workmate".

I had been lucky with bad luck to be curious enough to check the texts anyway.

"I got something for you. You wanna see?" I read, then taped on the video that followed.

She was wearing pink lingerie, slowly she undid the knot in the middle to expose her big boobs. Then she traced her finger down slowly to where the line of the thong she wore started, and snapped at it. Then she pulled it down, and spread her legs apart revealing a clean shaved pussy, she licked her middle finger, then drew an imaginary line from her labia to the opening of her vagina, then came back up, stroking her clitoris. Her left hand held her boobs and rubbed on them while her mouth made out sounds that almost turned me on.

Beneath the video was his reply, “Damn! I need a moment”.

“Take all the time honey. Or you could come over” she texted.

There had been no reply from him, so she had sent another text.

“Not done yet?”

And another.

“I wish you'd send me a video”.

And another.

“I'm getting wet again just thinking of how you'd be moaning”.

And another.

“I want you now. My pussy wants you. It's crying”.

And another.

“Do you want to see?”

His footstep startled me so I quickly pressed the power button and dropped the phone back on the bed.

I didn't know what to do, I was furious, but I knew I didn't want to be impulsive, so I waited, and until tonight, I had been patient.

Tonight as I stared at the mirror, seeing how flawless my skin was, how curvy and full my lips were, I was certain it wasn't my ugliness, which wasn't there, that drove him to her. I recalled how when we were only dating, he'd ask me to make a dish for him when coming over. Over the years, not once did I stop being supportive of his dreams, even as I chased mine. I was to my understanding everything the good book said a woman should be, yet he betrayed me, he betrayed our vows.

The storm arose in me again, but this time it didn't moisten my eyelid, it moved my feet at a fast strong pace to where he was seated, waiting for me.

“Hey, what took you so long?” he asked as I sat down.

“I was in the bathroom,” I said, then swallowed.

“Yeah, I know. The food…”

“I was in the bathroom thinking” I cut him short “of what I did to deserve you”.

A smile appeared on his face and he reached out to touch my hand on the table but I retracted it, which made him question me with his eyes.

“I realized” I continued, “that I don't deserve you. I've been too good to you and for you”.

The light in his eyes dimmed.

“All I've ever done since I knew you was love and honor you. Can you say the same for yourself?”

“Babe, what’s going on?” he asked.

“Can you say the same for yourself?” I asked again.

He nodded, then finally said, “Yes, I can. I've only loved and honored you since I've known you”.

I swallowed again, and a tear fell from my cheeks.

“Babe” seeing the tear he tried to comfort me.

“Stop!” I almost yelled. “Don't pity me, don't you dare” My eyes shot daggers at him.

“What's going on?” he asked.

“You have been unfaithful,” I said, “and when I went to the bathroom I wondered intensely what I had done to make you unfaithful. I couldn't think of one, so tell me, why?”

“I don't know what you're talking about. This dinner was obviously a mistake..”

“It was” I agreed. “Why did you even set it up? So that you'll feel a bit better about your cheating ass?”

“What?”

“You can't even deny it”

“Deny what? Are you accusing me of cheating?”

“I'm not accusing you, I'm telling you that I know that you're cheating on me”

“you're being ridiculous right now,” he said warningly.

“Am I? Workmate?”

Instantly, I saw his face flush, his eyes bulge and his lips dry. He'd been caught and he knew it, but like every man with pride, he tried to deny it still.

“This is outrageous. Why would…”

“Shut your lying tongue up. I saw the video she sent you” he blinked “the one she was wearing a lingerie. The one you saw and went to the bathroom to jerk off to. The one you saw and the next morning you had to leave for work before seven. The one you saw and didn't come home till past eleven because you had work to do. I saw it”.

His lips were ajar and the only word they could utter was “babe”. A word that irritated my ears since it came from him.

“I don't deserve you. I've done nothing wrong to have you as a husband” Then I stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

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