Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11
“Daniel is gay.” Astera said.
“What!?” Whatever I expected, it wasn’t that.
She smiled sadly. “I came home unexpectedly and heard from Maria that he’s with his friend in his study. I went to the kitchen and took foods from Maria to take to him so he doesn’t have new reasons to beat me up. I opened the door without knocking and found his tongue deep down Donovan’s throat. Donovan was rubbing my husband’s erection. Turns out he isn’t impotent after all.”
“I’m so sorry, Tera.”
She looked down at her hands again. “It’s okay. At least, it made me realize that I wasn’t his problem at all but his sexuality is. But then again, the damage had been done.”
“The night he died, he was drinking. That was when I finally summoned the courage to ask him about it. Why he made me feel like everything was my fault, why he made me feel less of a woman because of something that was his fault.”
“What did he say?” I grimaced, knowing I won’t like the answer.
“He pounced on me again. And that night, he almost killed me. He left me half dead on the bed and drunkily went to his car. He died in a car accident.” Then, she finally turned to me, “I didn’t kill my husband.”
No she didn’t. “Honey, it won’t even matter if you did. I would have just asked you why you waited so d--n long.”
Seeing how shaky she was, I walked to her and knelt down before her. “I’m really sorry about your marriage, Tera. Daniel was a bastard.”
As I said it, I started putting other facts together.
Like the fact that she wouldn’t have been sleeping with him three years ago because of Daniel’s sexuality.
Hell…..that dead bastard had lied to me. He played me, I came to the sickening realisation.
“Tera? Can I ask you a question?” I asked slowly. She nodded her head.
“Did you sleep with Daniel before your marriage?”
She looked puzzled. “No, I didn’t. I’ve never slept with any man before, Stefan.” She finished at last.
The answer was staggering. I felt so many different emotion at the same time. Most of them was guilt for the way I treated this woman three years ago.
And euphoria, that my woman is still untouched. Had been married but still a virgin.
I should have asked questions. I should have doubted Daniel. I should have told her about Daniel’s accusations. I should have known that there are more to that pictures Daniel sent to me.
Feeling numb, I got up and walked to the room, telling her that I’ll be back in a few minutes.
I waited for Stefan, trying to get a handle on my emotions. Letting all these out if my chest makes me feel a little better even though I’m still feeling raw from it.
Stefan can out and strode to me. Like before he knelt down in front of me and then, he handed over some pictures to me.
“Take a look at this.” He groaned, his face so sad you’ve think he was the one that just told the story of his life.
Puzzled, I palmed the pictures and carefully withdrew them from it’s wrap.
I froze. My eyes widened to unbearable degrees as I stared at the pictures.
“Where….!” I trailed off, at loss of word.
“Daniel gave me these pictures three years ago. He came to me and told me about the ‘illicit affairs’ you too were having. He looked so guilty like he couldn’t bear to keep going behind my back even though you liked to.”
“Oh my God! I never slept with Daniel!” The cry came from deep within me.
“I know that now.” I replied, pained.
I surveyed the pictures, “I remember this clothes. Daniel and I went to Donovan’s birthday. We had a drink and I woke up in the guest bedroom……! Oh my God, he drugged me! He drugged me to take these pictures.”
Stefan saw that I was looking it and he wrapped his arms around me, offering comfort. “It’s alright, baby. It’s okay.”
“No wonder I woke up feeling disoriented. This is the reason why we broke up, right?” I burst out crying.
I’ve always wondered why Stefan broke up with me that way. Everything he said to me….all his allegations. No wonder!
I was able to hold it in when I talked about my marriage, but finding out that Daniel deliberately destroyed our relationship just to marry me and make my life hell.
Sobs racked my throat as I cried my heart out.
Stefan was hugging me tight and consoling me. He got up and sat beside me.
I placed my head on his chest and had the most agonized cry of my life.
“Why me? Of all women, why me? Of all relationship, why ours?” I sobbed against his chest.
“I don’t know, honey. Please, stop crying. I hate seeing you cry, I’ve always hated it and you know it.” He pleaded with me.
“Why me….? Why us….?” I still cried.