4 Betrayal

I can't believe it. I just can't. I can't believe what I'm hearing.

Why is there a woman's voice on the other end of the line?! Where's William?!

As the woman answered, my eyes widened as my mouth gaped. No words escaping. How could I?

How could I answer to this person?

As I listened in, she just kept asking the same word over and over again. A thought in the back of my head that I called the wrong number and that I should apologize. But I didn't. I knew this was William's contact so why did he not pick up but a woman instead?

Then I heard some muffled voices in the background. Is that him? I listened in, putting the volume to the max as I waited.

"What are you doing on my phone?"

"I don't know, someone called you?"

"Fuck! Who?!"

"Mi-Mitchelle? Is that how you say it?"

"Fuck! Michelle??"

I heard some rapid movement on the other end of the phone as the phone got pulled away from the woman. I took a deep breath as I tried to calm down. My heart was shaking so much and tears were nearly falling out of my eye sockets. I realized, though that I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what I should do. I just couldn't think straight. I thought that William and I were together in this. That we would live in Seoul as I grasp the idea of teaching kids English while William went to work in a branch connected as well, here in South Korea.

"Michelle? What's up, baby?" I flared at that sentence. How could he try to act natural?

"Don't give me the bullshit, Will! I know you're seeing another woman!"

"Nononono! You have the wrong idea! She's umm she's j-just a colleague?"

"Will! I KNOW you're lying! You lie when you stutter and end your sentences as a question, so just tell me the truth already!"

At this point, massive droplets of tears have fallen and soaked up my cheeks. My eyes burning, my throat hoarse from yelling, swallowing a lump in my throat to hold down my wailing. I have to act strong. This man will not hear me cry. Not even a little. Because I know what the answer will be. I know in the end that I'll cry. But at the end of the day, I can manage myself alone. I don't need someone like him. We've dated for two years and during this year, I knew something was off. All I needed was for his response to be told.

"Fine. I am seeing another woman" he sighed.

"Then, goodbye. Don't come to my place because if you do, I'll call the police for harassment."

I ended the call a second straight after so I couldn't hear his response. I put my phone to my side and looked straight up to the ceiling. It was purely white, but now I could see a few blemishes around the edges and as I gazed to them, I finally let the tears slip harshly and cried. The wails finally released.

This was the ultimate betrayal.