Chapter 3

SARAH'S POV

Then I ran up to Jennie and punched her square in the face! Ahh! Jennie shrieks in pain, clutching her nose.

"You stupid b*tch! You will never get what you want". But I don't stop punching Jennie, I don't know where the strength is coming from.

“Mark, help me!” Jennie begged my husband for help and Mark, who until now was immobile and in shock to see me in this wild state, came to me. He puts himself between her and me, protecting her. Letting me know that he is on her side and that he cares for her, not me.

“Don't you f*cking dare to touch her…. Or I will throw you in a punishment cell until I think of what to do with you, Sarah”.

“What do you mean? You are the one who will be thrown in a punishment cell for believing this b*tch instead of me, so f*ck you two?" I then walked out of the room bagging the door.

As I stepped outside, I walked down to the swimming pool, and as I stood there with tears rolling down my cheeks and a look of frustration on my face, I couldn't help but gaze at my reflection in the pool. As I looked at myself, my thoughts wandered to the events that had happened to me recently. 

The memory of Mark's act of abandoning me in my dire circumstances flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of deep betrayal and hurt and he had let me down in a way that I could never have imagined. The pain of his actions weighed heavily on my heart, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment and anger that simmered within me.

"Mum". I heard my daughter's voice and I looked up to see her walking towards me with open arms, ready to hug me. It was clear that she had already woken up. 

As she wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace, she noticed my tears and the tension in my body and that my eyes were puffy. The tears were streaming down my face. I tried to hide my emotions, but my daughter was perceptive, and she immediately sensed that something was wrong. Despite my efforts to conceal my feelings, she could tell that I was struggling with something.

“Is it about the miscarr……,"

“Miscarriage, It's alright to use the word; it's not a bad word”; I spoke on behalf of my daughter who struggled to say it.

"I suppose Dad doesn't like it when I say ‘period'. “Aunty Brenda told me everything, but mum, stop crying your eyes out. If you don't want to talk about it, you should go see someone. Maybe a doctor or a therapist or Aunty Brenda could help you work through your feelings about it.” my daughter suggested,

"You know, "we should be the adults in all this, not you," I replied to her, and she nodded, but I could tell that she was still feeling uneasy.

“Well in the meantime, you wanna go eat your feelings with me,” she said, and  I could feel her concern, and it was a comfort to have her by my side at that moment.

As soon as Mabel and I stepped inside my house, I knew I had to do something to take my mind off of the tough situation I was facing. Without wasting any time, I decided to call Brenda and invite her over to my place. I planned to go out and spend some quality time with my friends. I wanted us to hang out and have some fun together, away from all the stress and anxiety that I had been feeling lately, so I asked Brenda to come and pick us up. I explained to her that I needed a break from everything that was going on in my life, and I just wanted to have some fun and forget about my worries for a little while. After we got everything sorted out, Mabel and I eagerly waited for Brenda to arrive so that we could head out and enjoy the rest of our day.

After an hour had passed, we suddenly heard the sound of horns blaring outside my house. Curiosity piqued, we peered out the window to see a car driving up the driveway. As the vehicle pulled up, we heard someone shouting my name - it was Brenda calling out to me in her usual friendly manner. Excited to see her, Mabel and I rushed outside to greet her.

Fortunately, we had already prepared for Brenda's arrival,  so as Brenda turned off the engine, we approached the car and went in. 

"Where is my twin?" Brenda asked me, She used to call my husband her twin. " I replied, "My husband has been acting like an asshole lately, he's be cheating on me." I confided in Brenda about my concerns regarding my husband's behavior.

"Do you know who she is?"; Brenda turned and asked me in a surprising way and I could tell that she was curious about this person.

"Yeah, she's Jennie,  24 years old and works as his assistant". I responded without hesitation. 

"What I wouldn't give to f*ck 24 years old assistant." Brenda commented as she seemed intrigued by the information,  “Ooh, Brenda”,  I couldn't help but chuckle at Brenda's statement as I exclaimed.

"Come on, you're a feminist. I just wanted equal opportunity", Brenda said to me,  "It doesn't work like that." I interrupted her and replied, Brenda disagreed with me and responded, "It works like that."

As I was still in conversation with Brenda, we were discussing some adult topics and unfortunately, we both forgot that my daughter Mabel was present with us in the car. It was a bit awkward and I felt bad that we had unintentionally exposed her to a conversation that wasn't appropriate for her age. As I and Brenda looked, It was then that we noticed her looking at us with a surprised expression from the back seat. 

……….

"How long since you've had s*x?" Brenda asked as soon as we arrived at the beach, looking at me intently.

I cleared my throat and tried to answer her, but my emotions got the better of me and I started to sob.

Brenda came closer and put her hand on my shoulder. "Every relationship has its problems," she said reassuringly. "I don't know what's going on with you, but I'm here for you."

"I don't know”- "Shhhh, friend.” Brenda suddenly interrupted me as I spoke and pointed behind me. 

“Lord have mercy! What do we have before us girls?” she added. I turned around to see what she was pointing at, and that's when I saw a handsome guy coming towards the beach.

“Don’t even mention-that's child abuse” I told Brenda. “Don't you dare tell me about child abused; Brenda replied.

"You don't wanna f*ck that guy," Brenda said, as she began to wave in his direction.

Hello," she called out, her voice ringing out. Brenda continued to call out to the man. The man then looked up and acknowledged her. He returned her greeting with a wave and a smile and began walking towards us. 

"How are you guys; hope you guys are good," he said as he approached us. He then extended his hand for a handshake, which Brenda immediately accepted. I hesitated at first, but eventually shook his hand after Brenda nudged me to do so. 

"I'm Joe Mathy, and you are?" the man introduced himself as he was still holding onto my hand. However, I felt uncomfortable and quickly pulled my hand away. But then Brenda introduced us.

 "See you guys around", he uttered, then bid farewell before turning around and walking away from us.