Ryan

As I watched Ciara walk away from me, from our home, my blood began to boil.

Turning to face Anne, I spat out, “Why did you come here?”

Anne scoffed, “Babe, you can’t actually be angry with me right now, can you? She is the one who didn’t know her place. I was setting things right!”

“Didn’t I warn you not to ever come by the house!?”

Anne threw her hands up in the air, frustrated, “So what!? You’re impossible, do you know that? We kissed, hugged, went to public places as a couple, and all you kept telling me all that while was ‘I’ll take care of it,’ ‘Don’t let it bother you,’ ‘My wife and I aren’t in an actual marriage’…blah blah blah.”

“That was all you did for the past one year, do you get it now?” Anne sifted her hair backwards. “You were just a coward who was too weak to make any moves, so I made things easier for you.” Anne picked up the signed divorce papers which had fallen to the ground. “See, I achieved what took you one year, in just a few minutes.”

Glancing between Anne and the divorce papers, I quickly turned around, heading out through the front door to find Ciara. It was late at night, and she probably didn’t have anywhere to go, but Anne held me abruptly by the wrist.

“Where do you think you are going?” She questioned through gritted teeth.

“Let go of me.”

“Why? So you can run back to that woman? You said she didn’t mean anything to you!”

“And she doesn’t!” I retorted, tired of Anne’s tantrum. “But should I just leave her out there all alone? What if something happens to her?”

“What if something happens to her? Is she your responsibility?”

“Yes.” I showed her the ring on my index finger. “Until we are officially divorced in court, we’re still husband and wife.”

“You know you are the only one who thinks that way, right?”

I pushed off Anne’s grip from my wrist. “And you know I don’t care. You can sit around and make yourself at home or something.”

With that said, I headed out the front door, searching frantically for any trace of Ciara—her favorite places inclusive—but it was to no avail.

I stopped in my tracks, panting heavily as suddenly a thought came to mind: Tina.

If Ciara had to be anywhere, she’d definitely be with Tina since Tina is the only friend she’d made here since we moved to this part of the town for our matrimonial home.

Grabbing my phone out of my jeans pocket, I fumbled over the keypads as I punched in Tina’s name; thankfully it came up on time.

“Pick up, pick up,” I mumbled over and over as I heard her ringtone buzz in my ears. “Tina?”

“Ryan?”

“Yes, it’s me. Thank God you picked up.”

“Is everything alright? Your voice sounds shaky and—”

“Have you heard from Ciara?”

“Ciara? Not today, I haven’t.”

“Please, can you do me a favor? If you hear from her, can you please give me a call? And if you have spare time in your hands, can you help me look for her and take her to your place?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll do that.”

I was relieved that she didn’t probe deeper by asking more questions and just left it at that.

Knowing that no matter what happened today, Ciara would be safe with Tina had helped put my mind at rest and made me head back home.

On getting to the front gates, I exhaled sharply—remembering that Anne was still inside and would throw more tantrums—before heading in.

As expected, Anne was waiting for me in the living room with crossed arms. “You do realize how pathetic you look, right?”

I brushed past her. “I’m not in the mood for this.”

She grabbed my wrist, forcefully turning me to face her. It pissed me off so badly that I’d impulsively raised my balled fist, ready to launch at her, but I’d stopped mid-way.

Anne’s eyes went from me to my fist. “Why did you stop? Go ahead and hit me.”

“Stop pissing me the fuck off, Anne! Ciara is someone that even if I don’t have feelings for, we’d been married for a year. She was with me during a very dark time in my life when you were busy, I don’t know, getting nailed by a drunk perv—”

Anne cut me off with a slap across my cheeks. “You could always explain yourself without disrespecting me.”

“All I wanted to do was make sure Ciara got somewhere safe to stay the night for old time’s sake. If you have a problem with that, be free to tell that to someone who cares. I’m going to bed.”

Storming off to the bedroom, which Ciara and I once shared, I saw that it was in a mess as Ciara had packed up her things in a hurry.

I sighed, tidying up the little I could before stripping out of my clothes, turning off the bedroom light, and climbing onto the bed, but damn it, I couldn’t sleep.

I reached out for my phone to text Tina if she was with Ciara already, but then, I heard a knock on my door.

I didn’t bother to look to see who it was because hell, it was only Anne and I in this big ol’ house.

“Do you have something to say?” I questioned.

“Are you about to call someone?”

God damn this woman and her million questions! She wasn’t like this when we were hooking up.

“And if I was?”

“Then hear me out first then,” She paused. “I’m sorry for raising my voice at you earlier and hitting you. I lost my cool thinking you still had feelings for that woman.”

Placing my phone back on the bedstand, I opened my arms wide, “Come here.”

And she did. Anne crawled into the bed and into my arms, and I wrapped my arms around her. “I’m sorry too for shouting at you and saying things I didn’t mean.”

She tightened her hold on me. “Let’s never fight again, Ryan.”

I nod my head in the darkness. “Sure.” Patting her hair, I continued, “Let’s sleep now.”

Ciara

Out in the dark night, with my heavy suitcase in hand, I looked around, thinking of where I should spend the night.

“Should I go to the sauna?” I muttered under my breath, bringing out my phone to check the time. “It’s too late. Most of the saunas would have been closed by now. What do I do? My battery’s almost down.”

Just then, my phone rang; Tina flashed across the screen. Tina is a very good friend of mine. She’s been around since Ryan and I got married, so she was more like a family friend.

She was, and still is, the only confidante I’ve had since I moved away from home, work, and everything.

I cleared my throat before answering her call. “Tina, what’s the mat—”

“Cut the crap and tell me where you are.”

“What do you me-“

“Your husband called me, so hurry up and tell me where you are.”

I stomped my feet heavily on the ground. Why had Ryan called Tina? The least I wanted to do right now was tread on my friend’s space.

But now, given that I wasn’t left with much of a choice because I knew Tina wasn’t going to drop it, I told her where I was and waited patiently for her car to pull up.

Sitting by the bench at the bus stop, I tried not to think about it. I really did, but my mind kept going back to Anne and Ryan at the house, those pictures on her phone.

That only goes without saying that they’d been together since we’d gotten married, or maybe way before. There was no telling anything anymore.

I was just angry right now, way beyond words, that I allowed myself to be used that way and by such a guy.

Tina’s red sports car came into view as its headlights shined my way. Getting up from the bench, I brought my suitcase along with me to the front, waving at her car.

She pulled up in front of me, helped me get my suitcase into the boot, and drove off.

“Sorry, my husband—” I cursed softly. When would I outgrow this? I corrected myself immediately, “Sorry, Ryan asked you to come get me.”

“Did you two fight?”

“Why would you think so? Did he say anything?”

“He doesn’t need to, Ciara. I can read you as clear as water. You went from ‘My husband’ to ‘Ryan’ in split seconds.”

Heaving a heavy sigh, I rested my head backward. “It’s just something minor.”

“So minor that you won’t stay at home? Come on, homegirl, tell me all about it.”

“Maybe another time. You look browbeaten, and honestly, I just want to sleep tonight if that’s fine with you. It’s been a rough day.”

“Sure, you deserve rest. That’s right, I just remembered today is your one-year anniversary. Can I at least congratulate you on that?”

“No,” I say harshly and abruptly that I hadn’t given it enough thought that my words would hurt Tina.

Rubbing my hands against my forehead, I moaned with frustration. “Dear God, Tina, I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it sounded. It’s just that…” I decided it was best to tell her. “Ryan and I are getting a divorce, and right now, I just don’t want to think or talk about anything, okay?”

Tina looked like she’d just heard the most shocking news ever but still did her best to mask it. “Okay, homegirl, understood.”

“Thank you,” I said before slowly drifting off to sleep for the rest of the ride.

When we arrived at Tina’s, she’d woken me up. “Ciara, we’re here. Wake up.”

Clearing my eyes, I looked around me. “Oh.”

Unfastening my seatbelt, I climbed down from the car as I made my way toward the boot.

Tina quickly climbed down as she rushed over to meet me. “What are you doing?”

“I want to take my luggage.”

“You should go in, wash up, eat, and sleep. It’s been a long day for you. I’ll take care of your luggage.”

“But…”

“No ‘buts,’ Ciara. And stop feeling like you are imposing on me because you and I both know you would have done the same thing for me if I was the one in the state you are in right now.”

“I can’t do much for you, but the little I can, don’t try to stop me from doing it,” Tina concluded as I tried my best to suppress the urge to cry because I was overwhelmed, overwhelmed by the fact that I had a friend like her.

Rather than sobbing, I embraced her ever so tightly. “Sorry and thank you.”

She patted my back. “Let’s stop being sorry from today. Hurry up and go inside already. You must be starving.”

“Okay.”

“I already informed the help about your staying. She’ll show you to your room. Hurry up and go now, I’ll join you soon.”

“Come up soon.”

“Sure,” Tina responded as I turned my back at her and made my way toward her house.

Tina’s house wasn’t a magnanimous mansion, but it was cozy. It was a two-story building which was white on the inside.

There were flower beds on either side of the lawn that housed varieties of flowers.

On walking in, I was nearly blinded with brightness coupled with the white interior of the house and the golden chandelier dangling from the center of the roof.

“This way, ma’am,” A voice said, breaking my focus. It was then I realized that someone had come to me.

I followed the help as she led me to the second floor and the first door on the right. “This is it.”

“Thank you.” As I watched the maid turn away, I made my way into the room.

The interior was pink, and it had just one bed. I stripped out of my clothes, making my way to the bathroom to shower.

As I sank down onto the bathtub, memories of when I’d be bathing and he’d be singing songs for me from outside the door, telling me random jokes or how his day was at the office.

I let out a small smile, hurt. “Or maybe while I thought he was telling me, he was busy telling HER.”

I raised my hands to fan my eyes, trying to hold back my tears. “Why am I crying? He’s the one at fault, so why am I…”

Tears took over my voice as I let my body give in to my pain, there and then at the bathtub, hugging my knees close to my chin.

When I’d cried to my heart’s content, I stepped out of the bathroom, threw on a clean pair of clothes, and moved to the dining table, where I knew Tina would be waiting for me.

As I ate, I could feel Tina’s questioning eyes on me. It was as if she didn’t want to intrude but needed answers.

“Just ask it,” I threw out, my mouth filled with meatloaf.

“What do you plan to do? After the divorce, I mean.”

I heaved a heavy sigh. “I’ve sure missed working a lot, you know. I intend to go back to everything I gave up because of Ryan.”

“So...you’ll be going back home?”

I nod my head. “Yes, I’ll be going back home.”

Home…funny how I haven’t thought about it for a year now.