Suspicions
She was angry. Angry that life had ripped out her heart and crushed it until it was nothing more than a powdery mess. Why did this always happen? Why was life so incredibly cruel to her?
She didn't have the strength that the twists in her life required. She didn't want to be strong. Being strong was overrated in any case.
Suddenly, anger overcome her and she broke down in inconsolable tears. Her body shook with the fervour of her pain and her breathing became necessary gasps. She didn't think that she could move on, she didn't even know if she wanted to move on.
When the tears lessened, she ran to her husband's cupboard and in absolute anger, she began to toss out the contents, ransacking everything.
One stupid message had led to immense pain and anger. She had barely seen the whole message but the first two words had imprinted themselves in her brain.
He had ruined her and now she was adamant on ruining him. She wanted to destroy his heart the same way he had destroyed hers.
He didn't know that she had seen that message yet. His phone was at home and he had to run a quick errand for dinner.
A small voice in her head told her to relax, to find out the whole story before jumping to conclusions. Instead, she couldn't care about rational thinking. Her emotions controlled her, not her mind.
She knew, somewhere within her mind that one should rather control one's emotions and never ever let emotions control one. But that thought was buried so deep within the crevices of her mind that it was almost nonexistent.
Her husband came home to a tear streaked, anger fueled wife. He knew that when his wife was this angry, there was no point in trying to reason with her.
Without even greeting him, she began to throw glasses at his head. Only then did he realise the seriousness of the issue.
"What's wrong? He managed to ask whilst trying to avoid a glass that was heading straight towards his face.
"HOW DARE YOU?" She screamed, her face reddening by the second.
He was positively confused. He hadn't done anything wrong. He was a good guy after all. "How dare I what?" He asked as he came towards her, hoping to calm her down.
"YOU KNOW WHAT!!!"
He tried to gently grasp her hands but she was clearly livid. "Babe, please. Can you just talk to me?"
She thrust his phone in his hands. "THIS!"
He took a step back and looked down. There was a message from an unknown number. It read, "Hey babe. Let's meet up after she goes to bed."
"Who sent this?" He asked innocently.
"YOU TELL ME!" She said after a string of curses left her mouth.
"How would I know?" He asked in complete confusion.
"STOP LYING TO ME!" She yelled, her face reddening again.
"I swear, I don't know-" A glass came flying towards his head again and he ducked at the last second.
"Can we please talk rationally? I'm so confused right now."
"Sure you are!"
"LET'S TALK!" He yelled, his voice becoming deeper.
She shrunk back and stared at him. She hated it when he raised his voice. She wasn't used to it. She quietly glared at him and stubbornly crossed her arms.
"I do NOT know who that is! I’ve never seen that number in my life and I swear on my own life, I have never cheated on you."
She continued to glare at him and he sighed.
“Fine. Let’s call this number.”
She said nothing so he called the number.
“Hello?" A woman’s voice came through the line.
“Hi, you sent a message to my phone. I was just wondering what it was regarding.”
“I’m sorry, is this the number that received the message?”
“Yes.”
“Let me just check.” There was silence on the other end of the line for a few minutes. “Hi, sorry. Is this not Waseem?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry! It’s probably the wrong number.”
“Well you almost cost me my marriage.”
She gasped. “I’m so sorry! That message was meant for a colleague. I was talking about my daughter being asleep. My colleague and I were going to work after I put my baby down."
"Next time please check the number before you send a message."
"I'm sorry!"
He ended the call and looked pointedly at his wife. "Did you hear that?"
His wife shrugged. "Maybe this was the plan in case you got caught."
"What do I have to do to prove to you that I have no idea who that woman was?"
She shrugged again and walked away. He sighed in frustration. Why was she so stubborn.
She had other plans though. She was going to go through everything of his to make sure that he was telling the truth.
She gave him the cold shoulder for the next few days as she began her investigations. Sure enough, there was nothing she could find.
Then she went a step further. She called the lady pretending to be a telemarketer. She could hear the screams of a baby in the background but she was still uncertain about her husband's tale.
She found out who the number was registered to after chatting to an old school friend. She then went to visit the woman at her house.
"Can I help you?" A tired looking woman asked.
"I-Um-" She hadn't thought this far.
There was a screech in the background and the woman excused herself for a few minutes. When she came back, she was holding a fussy child in her hands.
"Sorry. Let me just call my husband."
"Honey," She screamed from the doorway. "There's someone at the door and-" Her child shrieked again and she sighed.
A handsome man appeared and took the screaming child from his wife's arms. He held out a paper. "Here, this is what you were working on last Tuesday. I don't know if you need it but I found it under the bed. Did your colleague end up saving a copy before you printed it?"
"Yeah, I'll look at it later." She turned back to the door. "Can I help you?"
"Sorry, I think I got the wrong address." She turned around and fled in guilt. So her husband had been telling the truth. She had just expected the worse of him. After all, everywhere she looked, the hashtag MenAreTrash was bombarded in her face so she began to believe it.
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