Fragments of Memories 1: Married to the She-Devil

“Sean… You look like him. That devil… That bastard…” she shook her head, raising the empty glass to him. “Drink up.”

“You are drunk…”

“Yeah, jerk. You’re right, I’ve had enough!” she laughed without humor.

Then, she faced him. “Six years ago, you just continued living your life as is,” her voice sounded half-dry. “You lived your life the way you want it to be. You flew all the way to America by yourself like you didn’t have a wife waiting for you like an idiot back in your country! And me, as dumb as I am, waited for you in vain. You’re lucky, aren’t you? You lived there happily while I was left here swallowing all the judgment and insults that people threw at me. All the time, I have to wear my mask to show them that I’m not a pushover. That nobody can drag me down no matter what!”

She sniffed. Then when she spoke again, her voice started to tremble like she was about to cry.

“But do you know the most painful thing I did, Sean?” she asked, her voice bitter and her eyes were glistening with tears.

“I grieved for the loss of someone I hadn’t even touched! You filthy selfish bastard robbed me of the chance to be a mother to my child!” Thera began to shake at the memory of the pain.

Sean looked up, exhaling sharply. A look of anguish crossed his handsome face. He could feel Thera’s agony he wanted to hide his own.

He knew. Of course, he knew. And until now he couldn’t afford to forgive himself.