You Left Me

Coral

“Morris, answer it.”

“You know he doesn’t know yet, right?” Morris asked.

“What if the hospital sent him a copy? I can’t take that chance, so please, bestie, answer it.”

“First time she’s calling me bestie,” Morris muttered under her breath. “Fine, but you owe me.” Morris picked up the call the put it on speaker.

“Hello,” Nikolai said immediately.

“Hey, Nikolai.”

“Morris, where is Coral?”

“Coral is my best friend, Nikolai, not my wife. Last time I checked, you stole her from me.”

“Morris, you are with her phone,” Nikolai said in a deadpan.

“Am I?”

“Well duh!” Nikolai sounded angry.

Coral snickered to herself. “Flirt with him,” she mouthed.

“No,” Morris mouthed back furiously.

“Morris, don’t mess with me. Give my wife the phone.”

“Nikolai, you have really beautiful eyes.”

“I know. Now give my wife her phone.”

“No, I think she doesn’t deserve you. I think you don’t deserve her. You deserve someone like me who is beautiful and loving.”

“Morris, you are married.”

“A little affair never hurt.”

“I am also married, Morris, and trust me when I say this: if I wasn’t married, you wouldn’t even be my first choice any day.”

“Did you just insult me?” Morris dropped the whole lovey-dovey facade and jumped straight to an angry tone.

“I knew you were acting, now give the phone to Coral.”

“It’s for you.”

Coral took the phone off speaker then pressed it to her ear.

“Hello, babe,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“Donde estas?” he asked angrily. Where are you?

“Estoy en el spa.” I am at the spa.

“Llegar a casa ahora.” Get home now.

“Nikolai, I am out with my girls. You said this morning, ‘knock yourself out,’ and that’s what I’m doing.”

“Ahora.” Now.

“Suendas enojado.” You sound angry.

“Estoy enojado. Come back home.” I am angry.

She heard a beep indicating that he had ended the call.

“You guys continue, I already paid. Nikolai needs me at home.”

“Call me,” Morris said with sad eyes and Coral nodded.

“Okay.” Coral headed to the changing room.

When she was dressed in her white romper she picked up her $2280 Givenchy Antigona bag then headed out to her husband’s newest love interest, his Bugatti la Voiture Noire.

He did tell her to knock herself out, and what better way than to spend her day with overpriced items around her? The rich life surely suited her.

She got into the car, not missing the people who were staring at the beautiful piece of work and the sexy woman with the expensive clothing getting into it.

She told herself that if Nikolai was angry because she took one of his most expensive and newest cars for a spin, she was going to behead him. She put the car in gear then headed to their lavish mansion.

“Hey what’s up?” Coral said when she entered the house. She saw him sitting on the couch with a glass of scotch.

Nikolai looked up at her, his eyes bloodshot and his lips losing color.

“Are you crying?” She dropped her bag immediately and rushed over to him, dropping to her knees and hugging him.

He pushed away from her.

“Don’t touch me.” He stood up then walked past her.

“Nikolai it’s just a car,” she said, immediately regretting it. He never told her it was about his car, and here she was making assumptions.

“This isn’t about a car. I got fired.”

“But you own the company?”

“Well, thank God you know that. Here, drink this.” He handed her the glass of scotch.

“I can’t really drink right now,” she said, thinking about the child in her womb.

“Drink it,” Coral took the glass from him and sipped out of it.

“It’s poisoned.”

She let go of the cup; it broke into a million tiny pieces. and scotch, of course, stained the white floor.

“You are very stupid,” Nikolai said.

“Why are you messing with me?”

“I’ll clean this up,” Kim said with a mop, broom, and dustpan in hand. Almost like she was waiting for it to happen.

“Follow me.”

Coral picked up her handbag then followed him quietly up the stairs to the door of their bedroom. “Open it.”

She brought her key out of her bag, then carefully unlocked the door. Pushing it open, she gasped at the horrifying sight that met her; the room was in disarray.

The wall-length mirror was broken, the curtains were pulled from their post, the sliding door that led to the city-view balcony had been shattered with a chair that lay carelessly beside it, the bedsheets were stripped.

“Who did this!”

“I did this, Coral, because you broke my heart. Sit.”

She quickly obeyed in order to not get him angrier than he already was. Her hands fidgeted with themselves in her lap as she waited for him to rip off the band-aid.

“Coral, what haven’t I given to you? Look at this house, it is fit for the queen that you mean to me. We have been married for two years. It isn’t much but it is something. Is there something wrong with me?

“I take good care of you, buy you everything and anything, take you on the most expensive and luxurious trips, take you out to eat overpriced meals in the best restaurants.

“You have a bodyguard, two even, and your personal maid. I buy you bags, cars, clothes, you name it.

“You can’t even deny that I give you the best sex. Everything I hand over to you, all at my expense every day. I spend a house on you every day because I want you to be happy.

“And you go behind my fucking back, how do you even sleep at night?”

“I didn’t ask for these things. I wouldn’t have loved you less if you worked at a department store.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, I fell in love with you because of you. I love you for you, Nikolai, so don’t come out dissing me. I haven’t asked you for anything.”

“You are such a liar.”

Coral breathed out. “Nikolai, I didn’t think you would find out like this. I didn’t even know—”

“That you are cheating on me.”

“Excuse you, I am not cheating on you,”

“Coral, what is this?” Nikolai took his phone out of his pocket to show her a picture.

“A picture.”

Nikolai yanked her off the bed then pressed her against the wall hands above her head.

“I know it’s a fucking picture, but what is happening in the picture?”

“Your new porn interest?” She giggled, pushing away from him.

Nikolai pulled her back to him so she could face him.

“Firstly, I do not watch porn. Secondly, I am not smiling with you,”

“No you are not.” Her face dropped to a frown.

“Let me see the picture,” Coral whispered and Nikolai showed it to her.

“That’s not me. Of all your employees, seriously? Chris? I married you. Chris is not my type.”

“So explain the picture.”

“Nikolai, it’s 2022—photoshopping is an easy thing.”

“Coral, you are seriously straddling this dude and shoving your tongue down his throat.”

“That is not me, trust me,”

“No, I will not trust you, Coral, you are capable of this kind of thing. So you prefer a man who works at a gentleman’s club to me who pays this certain man?

“Let me just tell you that I fired his ass and you know what that means—no more job opportunities for him.”

“That’s…impulsive.”

“Trust me, that’s the least of your problems. I’m divorcing you and when the court finds out we have a prenuptial agreement, baby, you are done for. So by the time I get back, you must be gone. Pray to God I do not find you.”

“Dude, you sound dumb,”

“You watch me.”