C1 The Surprise

"No!". Cora shrieked with her eyes wide opened as she saw the scene, as she stared at what she never wanted to see, what she least expected to see.

Her palm flew to her mouth and she gasped, panting, feeling the urge to punk.

It was a bile rising to her throat, forcing it way out, threatening to grow inside the throat if it's kept locked.

She felt her temperature high, her stamina failing her. She felt dizzy as she fought to stand, not to fall and lose consciousness.

Drawing her head a little bit towards the room again she felt her ears go numb and her breath uneven with the sound of the loud moans filling the room, blocking her ears.

She kept looking, hoping to wake up from this horrible dream or to be drawn out of this terrifying imagination but no, it was real, it was all real.

There, on the bed was her husband on top of a lady bañging her fiercely, hungrily. She wouldn't have been so shocked if the lady wasn't her best friend, someone she loved and trusted with her life.

Tears rolled out of her eyes as she cried nosily, angrily.

She wanted to go into the room and do something, anything but her legs stayed rotted to the ground.

"Yeah. Oh. Yeah. Ah. Oh. That's it. Yeah."

She heard her husband moan and she cried more, her heart aching as she clunked to her stomach as if protecting the fetus in her womb from listening to the voice of the cheat, his father.

Music rang more in her ears together with the moans of her husband and like a flash, she ran out the house, misplacing her steps and sometimes stepping on her foot, she almost tripped but goodness, she was able to go outside the house.

She got into her car and buried her head on her palm, crying like never before.

"Oh God! Oscar, Oscar, No!" Somehow, she regretted coming to the party. It was one of her husband's friends birthday party and few people were invited.

Her best friend who was dumped by her boyfriend two months ago seemed depressed and she wanted to put a smile on her face again, so she brought her to the party.

Cora was watching people dance and had laughed at their drunken state but when she felt her husband was wasting time coming out from the restroom he had told her he was going to, she went in search of him but then she heard moans and had traced the sound only to see her husband doing that.... Oh God!

More tears rolled out of her eyes as she hit the steering sadly, furiously. It still seemed like a dream that Oscar had been unfaithful, going out with a girl, her best friend.

He could have banged other ladies, why did it have to be Lucille, why?

She cried more.

She felt her body on fire, she just wanted it off, to quench it with her tears, with the salty liquid coming out from her eyes but it wasn't working, instead the fire kept expanding, burning her body, most especially her heart.

"Corinna! Cora?" She heard a voice which seemed so distant, so soft, so....

She turned to the direction but she felt her blood boil when she saw the she devil, her best friend, Lucille, walking to the car, staggering a bit.

Her blue tight fitting dress was torn from the neckline to the back and her hair was messy, rough and looked shaggy even though it have been washed and treated before her arrival here.

They really did had a rough sêx. Cora thought and walked out of the car, marching in a fast motion to Lucille.

"Rinna, why are you in the car? You're already going home?" Lucille smiled and Cora scoffed, fisting her fists.

Lucille calls her different names, shortening it but today it sounded irritating to her ears.

"You bitch!" Cora spat out and threw a slap on Lucille's cheek. Lucille held her red cheek and stare wide eyed at Cora who was panting heavily, looking like she just ran a five hundred meter race.

"You pretender! You still have the guts to pretend you whore. Oh Jesus! You slept with my husband, you cheap worm. You are my best friend Lucille, oh sorry, you were my best friend but guess what, you stabbed me in the back by getting intimate with that cheat of a husband. How could you, Lucille?! You are a disappointment, a shame. Take a good look at yourself, you look like a prostitute, a slut, a whore, who snatches husbands at night. Ugh! You irritate me Lucille and I would advice you to get out of my sight before I defend on you!"

Lucille felt like collapsing, realizing Cora caught her with her husband. Tears fell out of her eyes as she stared ruefully at Cora.

"I a...am so...sorry." She muttered.

"Don't apologize to me. I don't need your apology, save it and make sure it replays in your head anytime you open your cheap legs to a man. Aren't you shameless? You couldn't remember that you would say sorry when you both get caught... Oh Oscar, damn! I will deal with him later but you, you are gonna pay Lucille for everything. I promise you." She was about walking away but then Lucille said;

"I...it was Oscar, Cora. I didn't want to do it but he....."

"He what? What did he do? Oh, are you going to lie, Lucille? Are you going to lie that he forced himself on you? You are so wicked. I heard your moans, I heard his, you both were busy pleasuring yourself. He......" She paused, feeling tears burning her eyes, begging to be let out.

She did, she let them out feeling the hot tears running down her neck, wetting her skin.

She sniffed and cleaned her eyes but more tears fell stubbornly, causing her to whimper.

"Oscar is my husband, Lucille! He is my husband, my soul mate, my life partner not a boyfriend who I can toss off anytime I feel like. Gee, you have succeeded in destroying me by giving your body to him...You disgust me Lucy and I would like never to see your face ever again."

"Please Cora, listen to me." Tears fell off Lucille eyes as she placed her fingers on the bump on her stomach. She was pregnant and according to what was known, her ex boyfriend dumped her after impregnating her. He clearly didn't want to be a father, he wasn't ready to take the responsibilities. "I know what I did was wrong. I'm sorry for that...I never meant to hurt you, not even in my dreams but honestly I didn't know what came over me. I felt like I wasn't in control of my body, like I was possessed...."

"You lie too much Lucille, I can't believe you would lie like this. Just admit the truth, stop expanding your sins, it's damn annoying."

"But it's the truth Co...."

"Oh save that shit. I hate you so much, I now hate you and let me pass a warning to you Lucille Harvey, never ever cross my path cause I wouldn't hesitate to break your bones without giving a damn about our conditions." She went back to the car and drove off, not minding to take a look at her best friend who was now crying extremely.

Her eyes felt glassy as she drove speedily. She already caught an headache but she didn't care, she kept crying as she drove, ignoring the other drivers who threw yells at her for almost hitting them or their vehicles with her car.

She didn't know where to go to, she just drove around for many minutes and finally when she felt tired and hungry, only one place came to her mind. Home. She might not like going there but Oscar wouldn't have gone home yet so she have all the time to pack few of her things to stay in a friend's house.

She drove to her home and when she got there, she parked her car besides the gate and knocked on it.

The gatekeeper opened it and she walked in angrily, ignoring the maid's greetings. They knew better than asking her what the matter was cause she'd look raged.

She went to the master's bedroom and began packing out few clothes from her wardrobe into her luggage. She also packed some items she would need but when she was about leaving the room, she came across her wedding photo hung on a wall.

She looked so happy. She was beaming as she planted a kiss on her husband's lips while he drew her closer to his body, cuddling her.

They were in a romantic position, so romantic that she would have envied the couple if she wasn't the bride but now seeing the photo burned her as memories flashed through her head.

Memories of her husband kissing another woman, having an intercourse with the woman, letting his nakedness visible to the woman.

It pained her so much that she didn't even know when she brought down the photo from the wall and threw it on the floor, breaking the glass, ruining the perfect photo.

"No." She realized what she have done and slowly, she bent to pick the glasses but the glasses pierced her flesh, allowing blood to ooze out.

She didn't care. She continued picking the glasses as carefully as she could but she couldn't help wincing anytime a glass pierce her skin.

Finally, she was able to gather the glasses in one place. Though the photo didn't look perfect anymore due to the scratches it had and the broken glass but she ignored it and left the room, dragging her luggage behind her.

When she got to the stairs, her closest maid, Ruth came to her.

"Good evening Ma'am, wouldn't you take your night bath?" Then her eyes ran onto the luggage behind her madam. "Ma'am, are you going somewhere?"

"Yes, you have eyes Ruth. Stop asking stupid questions." The annoyance was clearly evident in Cora's tone. Ruth shivered. Cora as she was known in the house have never spoken so annoyed.

"I a...am sorry, Ma'am." Ruth felt sad, thinking she was annoying. "But what if Sir comes back? Where should I tell him you went to?"

Cora scoffed, breathing out a rough sigh. "Tell him to go fuck himself!"

Ruth gasped, not believing what Cora was saying but she wasn't allowed to ask any more question as Cora continued walking till she was out of the house.

She kept her luggage in the car boot and drove off with an heavy heart. Her mind was occupied and anytime she remembers seeing her husband with Lucille, tears arrives.

Suddenly, her car made some ugly noises and then it stopped moving.

Cora wondered what was going on, she placed the key in its ignition but the car refused to boom back to life.

Sighing frustratedly, she went to the car bonnet but gasped when she realized the fuel tank was empty, only few drops of fuel were there but it wasn't enough.

She glanced around and a shiver ran down her spine when she noticed she was in an empty quiet road, filled with tall trees and dead plants.

Knowing fully well that she might be in danger if she keep staying there, she went back to the car in search of her phone but she hit the car seat in anger when she remembered that she forgot her phone in the party.

Can this night ever get better? She thought angrily as she racked her purse.

She saw only few notes there that wouldn't be enough to board a taxi or even pay for a room in an hotel.

"Damn!" She cursed, knowing the only option she had now was to trek.

Most pregnant women hated trekking especially her, it makes her get waist pains and sometimes sore feet but what can she do now? She better leaves this place before danger peeps in.

Taking a deep breath to calm her and block her annoying thoughts, she locked her car and began trekking. She trekked for a long time before she finally got exhausted.

Her friend, Darya's house was still a little bit far away and she don't think she would be able to continue trekking due to how tired she felt. Her waist was aching her.

She found a quiet place to rest.

It was a park, the gate had already been locked but their was a bench outside. She sat and sniffed when thoughts crossed her mind, thoughts mostly about her husband.

She loved Oscar and as surprising as it sounds, she still love him and might return to him tomorrow for an explanation or she might wait for him to come apologize to her.

Tears streamed out of her eyes when she remembered their wedding, how happy she had been before they even got married.

It was just six months after their wedding but Oscar already cheated? It pains so much, she have never been this angry, frustrated and sad....and maybe weak.

"Your dad is sorry." She caressed her stomach not knowing if Oscar would be truly sorry about what he did. If he would search for her and when he does find her, if he would kneel and apologize to her.

She continued crying as her heart bled.

She felt sad that Lucille was the one Oscar slept with....If he had do that with any other woman then that would be a little bit better, not with her best friend.

She cried, her body shaking slightly and her temperature high.

She felt some discomfort in her womb and she immediately knew she was hungry. She wouldn't have cared but she hate to keep her baby starving.

"Hold on baby, hold on." The money she had would be enough to buy some snacks but there were no shops around and since it was night, all food shops might have closed. This kinda made her regret leaving the house, only if she had eaten something before she left then her baby wouldn't be so hungry and troubled.

She felt the cold becoming harsh on her, it kept making her shiver and just as a tear burning in her eyes came crawling out, she heard a voice, she felt a presence besides her.

"Hi." The voice was deep and strong and just as she was about taking a look, it added. "What are you doing here?"