12 Chapter 11

The next morning I woke up early as usual. Evan didn't come home the previous night. Usually, he'd come home this time of the morning but it looks like he picked up a new habit. I didn't bother checking up on him, I just concentrated on my work until it was time to knock off. I headed to the beach house to see how much the caterers have done so far. It was Friday and I was not planning to go there early next week because I have a project to work on. I had to make sure everything is in place. By the time I was done it was around 7 pm and I decided to head home.

Reaching there I could see Evan's car in the driveway and another car which I haven't seen before. I walked into the house just to find Evan and Suzanne seated in the living room, a little too close to each other and I felt the need to punch something, or someone. They didn't notice I was there so I had to clear my throat to get them out of their little world they created.

"Hey Liz, you are home early." Evan started.

"I don't remember telling you I was coming late. What is she doing in my house?" I asked pointing at Suzanne. I was pissed. "I invited her over for dinner. She and I already prepared everything, you just have to join us. Laura is at a sleepover." Evan said and continued with an "I hope you don't mind" that felt like a slap straight to my face. Suzanne walked over to me extending her hand for a handshake and said, "It's great to see you again Liz. I heard you are expecting. Congratulations!"

Now I wanted to punch her, but not as much as I want to give Evan a good beating. I ignored her and walked past her into the kitchen. The food smells amazing but I could smell her perfume all over MY kitchen. I went upstairs to my room to change so I go have dinner with my husband and his mistress. Using that word and just thinking of the idea of dining with them makes my stomach sick. I mean this is a whole new level of disrespect. Evan takes me for a fool but not anymore. I seriously just cannot fake it. I sat on my bed when Evan entered after a few minutes. "Come on Liz! Is that really how you treat a guest?" Evan asked closing the door.

"Yes. Especially when that guest is my husband's mistress. What did you expect me to do? Hug her. Do you think I am that narrow-minded that I can't put pieces together?" I asked him losing my temper. Evan didn't say anything for a while he was just staring at me until he finally came up with something to say. He denied it and said she was just a friend and that I was the one t that once suggested the dinner. That's true, but I suggested it before I knew they were more than just friends. "Evan I am tired of being married to you, tired of all the arguments, and tired of feeling like the other woman in your life. So get out of my room and go keep your friend company." I said pushing him out of my room.

After he left I felt worse, like I was just letting things go on right under my nose so I followed him downstairs. I will not be disrespected in my own house. I found them at the dinner table. "You joining us?" he asked. I ignored Evan's question and directed my gaze towards Suzanne. "I want you to get out of my house. Right now Suzanne!" I said a bit louder than I thought. Evan looked at me with the what-are-you-doing eyes but I ignored he was even looking at me. Suzanne grabbed her handbag and said, you don't "I guess it is not a good time for that dinner. I will see you tomorrow Evan." She walked past me in a rush.

I could see Evan fuming but I could care less. "What the hell do you think you just did Liz? You have your friends over now and then but you are kicking my friend out. Was that necessary?" he asked getting louder.

"Yes, it was. For starters, you don't raise your voice, not even being my husband gives you that privilege. I kicked her out because I can and it is what is best for me right now. As far as my friends are concerned, at least I don't go around with them behind your back. If you think what I did was not fair to her, the door is that way. Follow her." I said. I was surprised that I could say all those words without getting angry or kicking something.

Evan has been fooling around for a while now and I never really got answers to my questions. "I get that you are mad at me because I cheated on you, which I never did again after you told me I was going to be a father. I don't get why you had to kick her out the way you did and you don't have the right to do that," he said. He finally admitted that he has been cheating and that was the first thing I pointed out. "This is my house and I can kick her out. She is the reason you don't sleep at home, the reason our marriage is falling apart right now. Like I said, if you want to, you can follow her. Evan before you shout at me again, just know at some point you have to choose between a wife and a girlfriend. You can't have both." I concluded with intentions of going straight to my room but I realized I was really hungry so I decided to head to the kitchen. I didn't want to eat whatever it is that they cooked. As I walked past him he pulled me back so hard that if it wasn't for one of the chairs, I would have fallen. I still bumped myself into the chair pretty bad.

He just crossed a line.

I balanced myself back to my feet and slapped him hard. "Wow! You are even laying your hands on me now? She must be something special. What the hell is wrong with you? I am pregnant for goodness sake!" I shouted angrily. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said with a stupid look on his face and I didn't care if he meant the apology or not. I do not even recognize the Evan in front of me because he is not the Evan I married two and a half years ago.

"There is one question that crosses my mind every day, and it is how I ended up marrying someone like you," I said and made my way to the kitchen. I had already lost my appetite so I just took a scoop of ice-cream and sat on the kitchen counter. As much as I thought I knew Evan, each day I see a side I didn't even know existed. I couldn't help but wonder if the three years we have been together before we got married was just an act for him. It makes me so mad that I didn't notice or maybe I was just so in love with him that I overlooked the bad qualities. Seems like I was in way over my head and I was paying for it right now.

I finished my ice-cream and went to my room. Like I didn't have enough in one day, I found Evan waiting for me in my room. I sat on my bed and started looking in my drawers for a good novel. "Liz, are you alright? Should I take you to go see the doctor?" He asked. It didn't sound anything like an apology I was expecting. "I am fine. If I go to the doctor right now, what reason do I give Dr. Whitney for coming in this late? Oh I know, I will just tell her that my husband was so angry that I kicked out his girlfriend that he took it out on his pregnant wife. I am sure it doesn't sound that bad or does it? " I said with so much sarcasm.

"Stop making me feel worse, please. Liz, I am so sorry. I just let my emotions get the best of me." he said. I looked at him talking about emotions that I felt sick. "You lost it over a friend? She must be a different type of friend if even the person you are married to doesn't get that type of treatment. Please learn to keep your emotions in check. If not for me, then do it for my baby." I said. "He is our baby Liz, ours," he replied immediately.

I was getting tired of this conversation. I just didn't see the relevance of it and I did not see it taking us anywhere. "Well, keep sleeping around and you will have another one with Suzanne as well," I said switching off my lights. I heard the door closing, which meant that he left. I was finally able to breathe.

The following day was a Saturday, I didn't have to go to work. I woke up late and headed straight to the kitchen because I was hungry. I didn't know what it is that I felt like eating, I just needed food like right now. I found the breakfast already at the table with a note from Evan saying he went to pick up Laura. He wrote his name on the note, which funny knowing that it is just him and I at home. I mean I didn't see it being necessary. The eggs and bacon looked great, but I knew it wasn't going to do the trick. I was way too hungry for bacon and eggs so I looked in the fridge and decided to warm last night's food. I have been eating a lot lately but I don't mind at all.

Erastus called to check on how the preparations were coming. We spoke but I didn't mention anything about what happened last night. Erastus is like that big brother that I tell almost everything but if I said something about it, especially the part where I almost fell then he would have gone to look for Evan and it would be bad for everyone. So I just had to keep all to myself even though Evan does deserve a beating.

Evan and Laura returned half an hour later and she couldn't stop talking about her sleepover. I suggested she and I go shopping and she was down for it. She went to her room to change and I waited for her in the living room. "Going to buy things for the baby already?" Evan asked. "No, I am just 13 weeks pregnant, I think it is too early. I just need some clothes." I said calmly. I was not in the mood for another argument so I decided to play nice. He shouldn't get used to it is though. "When it's the right time, please let me know. I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said.

Deep down I added to his statement about how I am sure he would miss it for Suzanne. I didn't say it out loud. Laura came back rushing. "Liz, I am ready. I want a new phone cover as well. Daddy is it okay if I go use your credit card instead? We are going to use your credit card." she said in a way that was supposed to be a question but that is just Laura and her father. Evan gave the credit card to me with a shrug. He knows very well that he was going to regret it because Laura shop's like there's no tomorrow. Shopping with her is even more stressful.

"Is it alright if I have the guys over so we watch a football match?" Evan asked. I was surprised he even asked because usually I just find my living room dirty with men staring at the TV as their lives depend on it. "Sure, but keep two things in mind, one, don't mess up my living room, and two, do not touch my ice-cream. We clear?" I asked authoritatively. He replied with a "yes man " and Laura and I decided to leave.