The Good Wife's Enemy

Margot clenched her fist while facing her husband and Linda. She felt her head spinning as her blood pressure rose.“Honey, are you alright?” Harry rushed to her side to help her, only for Margot to brush him away.“Don’t touch me,” she mumbled while glowering at him. Margot still couldn’t believe Harry was cheating on her and, of all people, it was with Linda, her stepmother.‘Does he always prefer older women?’ Margot couldn’t help but wonder.“You don’t look good, sweetheart. Are you sure you’re feeling okay? I noticed earlier in the call you didn’t sound fine, too,” Linda muttered. She looked at Margot with concern painted on her face.Contrary to Margot’s usual response, Linda’s kind voice irritated her.“Is that true? You got to tell me if you’re sick, Hon.” Harry attempted to touch his wife to feel her forehead until Margot dropped the glass she was holding.The shattering sound filled the kitchen, leaving everyone dumbfounded and confused except for Margot.“I told you not to

It wasn’t the first time Margot hailed a taxi. She somehow got used to it in the past whenever Judy invited her to hang out. Two minutes passed, and the taxi stopped in front of an old bar. She paid the driver, thanked him, and got out.“You’re not kidding, indeed! Let’s go inside. The others are waiting!” Judy exclaimed when she saw Margot coming out of the taxi. “And what’s with that outfit? Are you attending a wedding or what?” She commented, looking at her friend with amusement.“Today’s my wedding anniversary with Harry,” Margot said with a bitter smile.“Mmm. Was it marriage problems? How long have you been married again?”Margot inhaled deeply and sighed. “Three years. It will end soon, though,” she replied. “I’m getting a divorce.”Judy didn’t ask anything else after that. She guessed Margot wanted to forget whatever happened, so she offered her drinks instead.“Don’t hold back. It’s not like you’re always drinking. This lot won’t kill you of liver cancer in case you’re worrie

“My husband is cheating on me,” Margot blurted out as soon as the doctor had taken his seat in front of her. After knowing about Harry’s illicit affair, she could no longer take it so she decided to book an appointment with the Psychiatrist she met at the bar. Margot was almost relieved when Harry managed to clear her misunderstanding between him and Linda, but to think she was right about him cheating after all took a toll on her emotional health. “I wanted to kill him! Earlier, when making his favorite breakfast, I was thinking of putting a liter of bleach on his food and drink. Then maybe he’d start babbling the truth from his bubbling mouth, no?” she continued, clutching her dress and shaking her legs. “But last night… I also had the urge to strangle him to death. Doctor, do you th

Margot emptied the snot off her nose after crying into her doctor’s chest. She was happy when someone was willing to listen to all her worries without judging her and why she made such decisions in life. But after crying for almost an hour, she suddenly realized that what she had done before her doctor was embarrassing. “I’m sorry… And thank you,” Margot whispered as she pinched her arm. She started developing new habits after she found out about her illness and Harry’s infidelity. Leo noticed them too and couldn’t help but worry about his patient. “Don’t do that, Margot. You’re hurting yourself,” he said, taking out his hanky and wiping the blood off her scratched arm. “And stop biting your fingernails when you’re overthinking. Try doing something else that’s safe. These new habits of yours will only cause you harm,” he added, putting a bandaid on every scratch she had made in her arms. “Something like what? Do you suggest I follow my husband secretly and watch his every move? Then

“I’m glad you came, sweetheart. I was worried you’d decline my invitation,” Linda said with a sheepish grin. “It’s okay. I was on my way back from Harry’s office, so I thought dropping by wouldn’t hurt,” Margot replied. “Still, I’m so happy to see you again.” Linda clasped her hands together. The heavy layer of makeup on her face didn’t help her hide the exhaustion and stress she felt. Margot noticed it but chose to keep quiet. After assuming that Linda was Harry’s mistress, she couldn’t talk to her like before. Margot also said mean things about Linda and wondered if the latter would understand if she told her what was happening in her marriage. “Are you staying for dinner? You have no idea how much I missed you.”