Misunderstanding

Ophelia paced the floor of their living room, looking out the window.

Blaine was still not back. And that stupid Draco would not answer her calls. 

He turned his phone off after pulling such a useless stunt.

She knew what he was up to. He wanted her to come confront him physically. 

He knew her well. 

He knew she was hot-tempered and would be unable to resist the temptation to storm his house and curse him out.

But if she knew Draco well, he had it all planned out. If she went there, she would definitely cheat on Blaine.

She had never been unable to resist Draco much, and being so sex-starved like this, resisting him would be much more difficult.

She turned as the clock struck 2 am. 

Blaine had never stayed out this late in all the years she had known him, not even when they fought in the past. 

She hugged herself as she wondered what he was doing now. Drinking?

It hurt her heart to think this would happen after how he had saved her from her father that night, and was so protective. 

To think about his voice when he insisted on inspecting her skin to see how hurt she was.

How much attention he had been paying to her body as his lips moved. 

How he had teased her about moaning loudly, with his sweet, sweet smile.

She whirled around, picked up the first decorative piece her hand found, and hurled it at the wall. 

She screamed, and hurled her phone at the wall too.

In bounced off the wall, flying back towards her like a missile and fell to the floor, cracked. 

She raised her foot and stomped on it again and again, crushing it under her sole, her anger far from satiated.

Maybe she will go to Draco’s house after all.

But she would take a knife and slice his balls off. How could he ruin her happiness like this? 

She crashed onto the sofa and began to cry.

She had been so close. So close.

She and Blaine would have gone back to being a happy family with their daughter. 

She shook her head. They had never really been a happy family. Blaine became a different man after their marriage. 

And before then they had not been happy.

She had mistreated him and continued pushing him away.

This was the first time she would have gotten to experience true happiness. The first time Blaine would have loved her when she was open and ready to be loved.

But all that had been ruined by Draco. 

She was tempted to check the video again, and see how bad it was. Maybe she could explain to Blaine and he would understand.

She was not cheating on him. Never had since they got married. 

She looked down at her phone, crushed and battered beyond use on the floor and grimaced in disgust.

She heard the door open, and turned around excitedly, thinking that was Blaine. 

Maybe they could make this work after all. Maybe this was not the end.

She stopped, looking at the maid in disbelief, who was looking at the messy room wide-eyed. 

She finally turned to Ophelia, and bowed.

“I will clean up immediately. Are you OK, Ma’am?”

Ophelia picked up the smashed phone, ignoring the tiny shard of glass from the shattered screen that pierced her thumb as she did so, and left it bleeding. 

She hurled it at the young woman who had her head bowed, and it caught her right in the forehead.

The woman screamed, backing away in confused pain, as a deep cut on her forehead began to bleed.

“Did I summon you?” Ophelia yelled. “How dare you come in and ask me stupid questions.”

The girl, still disoriented from the sudden assault, was crying in pain, bumping into things as she backed away blindly, not really sure where she was really going.

Her clumsiness irritated Ophelia even more, and she began to cross the room furiously. 

The girl finally seemed to realize she was in danger. 

She turned around and fled. 

Ophelia took the fishbowl beside her and hurled it after her. 

It crashed against the wall, but the maid escaped narrowly, shutting the door behind her. 

Ophelia stood there, breathing heavily as she stared at the closed door.

She turned around to their bedroom, grabbed her laptop and returned to the couch. 

She logged into her synced account and replayed the video Draco had sent.

Now that she was alone and not in panic at her husband seeing it, it had the exact effect on her body that Draco must have expected. 

Seeing what he did to that girl made her clamp her legs together as memories of their time together began to flash across her brain.

She gasped, and her hand flew to her mouth when Draco looked up. It seemed like he was looking directly at her through the screen. 

He winked, and smiled coyly.

She ran a finger across her lips, so aroused she was ready to hump even a stuffed bear at this point. 

Her back stiffened when she suddenly realized she was not alone.

Her whole arm pricked as she already knew who it was before she even turned around. 

Her heart fell all the way to her feet when she turned slowly.

There was no explaining this now. There was nothing she could say that he would believe or even want to listen to.

When she saw the look in his eyes, a tear streamed down her face, and she quickly wiped it off. 

He was looking at her, those gray eyes hurt, and confused, like he could not make sense of what he was seeing. 

“Honey.” She called, finally walking close to him. 

He raised his hand up, halting her. 

Her heart squeezed in pain, and she raised her hand up to her trembling lips.

“It’s not what you think, honey.” She said, but he was already shaking his head. 

She bounced on her feet, her body trembling with anxiety at the thought that their marriage was definitely about to pack up.

“Please. Let me just explain.” 

If she failed to convince Blaine now, it was done. No one could make him stay. 

His family had a lot of influence over him, but the Tuckers did not like her.

They thought she was too proud.