Week 8 Part 2: A-ha!

     

                Misery was the only thing Wanda could feel in that moment. Never in her life had she felt such betrayal before—especially not from someone as close to her as Ronald. For years she had assumed that they had each poured blood, sweat, and tears into creating the perfect household. Wanda always liked to tell herself that she preferred to stay at home anyways. There was no need for her to go into the dangerous and scary outside world, Ronald would always be there to protect her. He was her knight in shining armor.

                So why was it then, that one fateful night, that Wanda found herself doing the most unimaginable thing—she awoke to Ronald’s phone vibrating loudly on the oak nightstand that stood beside their bed. Ronald was in such deep sleep and Wanda knew she didn’t want to disturb him. She quietly found herself slipping out of their king bed and waddling over to Ronald’s nightstand. Nothing appeared to be off, Ronald’s phone just happened to be creating quite the commotion, and Wanda just wanted to sleep in peace. Before she could even reach down to grab Ronald’s phone to turn it off, she looked down towards her sleeping husband and let her mind begin to wander.

                “It wasn’t my idea to get married, remember that now,” Ronald snapped towards Wanda, his lip curled up into a snarl, “It was my mom’s fucking idea. And it’s your fault too, by the way!”

                Wanda could see steam rising off the top of Ronald’s flat shaped head. She couldn’t believe this was what she was going to be stuck with for the rest of her life. She held her shaking hands behind her back, hoping that Ronald didn’t sense her fear. “Listen Ronald, we don’t have to do this.”

                Tears started to pour.

                “Yes, we do! I’m not going to be made to be the fool the night before my wedding!”

                What if Wanda had left him that night, like the way she had imagined she would? Would their daughter, Clarice, even be with her now? Wanda knew for a fact that their son that soon followed Clarice, Benjamin, would have never happened. Somehow the thought of that stung Wanda, but she shook her head. The past was in the past. Besides, Ronald apologized the next day. An hour before their wedding. Wanda could only simply nod in disbelief as her scorned husband-to-be begged for her forgiveness.

                The phone that still laid in front of Wanda began to vibrate once again. Interrupted from her thoughts, Wanda looked down to pick up the small cellular phone that Ronald jokingly called his, “lifeline”. Every dance recital that Clarice had, Ronald would excuse himself from, his phone beginning to buzz. Wanda never paid too much attention to that factor, but she could quickly tell how much Clarice hurt, watching her eyes search the crowd for her dearest father.

                And then Wanda did the stupidest thing she could possibly do in that moment. She picked up Ronald’s phone, glancing at it as the home screen flashed for a mere few seconds. She felt her throat start to swell up, a lump had formed and made its way down to her stomach. Her heart was racing as she found herself once more glancing down at his home screen.

                For that was the night Wanda found at there was another woman.

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