The Drama

I thought John would enjoy the scene where I—his wife, was knocked down by his slut, which indicated that she was jealous and that there was love in her heart for him. Yes, although jealousy wasn't always a sign of love.

I was wrong. John was wide-eyed and immediately reached out, shifting my body to stand behind him and talk to his whore with an intonation he made to sound calm.

"What are you doing, Hellen? This is my event. Why are you ruining it with your attitude?" John asked, but I had no idea what would happen next because he pulled Hellen's arm to get away from the guests. Before long, Doctor Karl came over to me.

"Are you alright? Forgive my wife for being inappropriate to you," he said, which to me was just a formality. He wanted to impress Jenna, for sure. That was why he was so kind to apologize for his wife's wild demeanor, which I would never forgive.

I didn't react, so I let Jenna grab me away from Doctor Karl and lead me to another room.

She asked me to sit down and took a place next to me to check my condition.

"Are you okay? Your cheeks are red. Does it hurt?" Jenna asked, to which I wanted to reply that it wasn't pain but shame that I felt the most.

What on earth was she thinking about doing that in front of so many people? I wish John had defended me in the right way instead of being on that bitch's side.

"It's fine, Jenna. Don't mind me. I'm OK." I shook off Jenna's hand and was about to get up, but John appeared in front of us with a regretful look. From what I could see, it wasn't really regret.

He must have just fucked that bitch somewhere. I could tell by the messy arrangement of his shirt, the disheveled hair, and the stains on his material pants.

I approached him, took a cloth that I had soaked in water earlier, and cleaned up some of the spots that seemed to be traces of his lovemaking with that slut.

Really, that woman didn't deserve anyone, let alone John.

"No matter how lustful you are toward that woman, don't let everyone realize. You're too careless, Doctor Armando," I whispered as I cleaned his pants. I glanced at Jenna, who eventually left as if to leave me alone with my husband.

I stepped away after making sure his hair and clothes were a little neater and cleaner than before, then flashed a faint smile at him.

"You're ready to go back to meet our guests, husband. We have to be careful, right? Don't let anyone see this wedding as fake, especially our targets, Jenna and Doctor Karl." I added before turning to leave.

Unable to do so, however, John grabbed my wrist, halting my steps and turning to face him.

"Forgive her and... forgive me. It's..."

"It's okay. Life sucks sometimes, and I can understand if she's that angry. Because you were too careless by not telling her. This wouldn't have happened if you had told her earlier and calmed her beast down."

John was silent, but I could see the guilt that instantly disappeared—only briefly, because maybe he thought, why drown in those feelings if I was nothing to him?

He unexpectedly grabbed my wrist as I was straightening his clothes. Our eyes met, and time seemed to stop spinning for a while.

"Does it hurt?" John asked, making me blink in disbelief. Was he asking me? What was his question about?

"Are you referring to Hellen's slap?" I asked back. He mumbled, and I shrugged back. "It hurts, but it's OK. I've felt much worse than this. Besides, I'm more concerned about my face since she did it before the guests. I'm embarrassed, Doc."

John let go of my wrist and looked puzzled before his demeanor returned to its earlier suit of coldness and indifference toward me. He asked me to tidy up quickly as he was about to start the main event without responding to my words.

We were already in the room where the guests had gathered. Not many had come. Only a few of his colleagues at the hospital had come, and one of them was Doctor Karl, who had invited Hellen as his plus-one. I only realized this when I saw what was written in the guest book.

Why did John invite Doctor Karl but not Hellen? Was it John's ploy to give the impression that he didn't have a relationship with Hellen and then freely had a dirty game behind Doctor Karl and everyone else?

***

I sat with Jenna at L'Cafe. For some reason, she had asked me to meet her. I thought she must be feeling guilty for planning the wedding without telling me anything.

Yes, she had mentioned the plan at the hospital, but there had been no further news until John told me they were getting married the same week. One annoying thing that made me jealous of Jenna all over again was that she was going to have it in Venice, with the luxurious concept that had been my dream wedding all along—also with the man she loved, of course.

She always got everything she wanted, while I...

"Clara? You're daydreaming again. Are you sick?" asked Jenna, to which I just shrugged. In recent times, I'd been too lazy to interact with anyone. Whether it was Jenna or anyone else. I hated almost every human in the world as if I didn't belong to them. "Or... are you not happy to hear the news of my marriage?"

What? Why would she think that? If it was confirmed that I didn't like it, I wouldn't have openly expressed those negative feelings to her, right? Why would she think badly of me?

"You're starting to accuse me again. Aren't there even a few good qualities in me for you to stop thinking like this?" I asked, starting to sound displeased. "Uh-oh, not anymore, Jenna. No more tears. I didn't do anything to you, and yes, you're the luckiest woman in the world for marrying the man you've loved for a long time, and I don't know why you think it's bad that I don't like your marriage."

"Because you once liked Blake. That's obvious. Listen, Clara. If you don't like it, that's fine. I'll probably call it off. I don't want our friendship to be ruined just because of a boy, and... you know how I feel about you. I love you like a sister."

Yeah, right ... and I didn't want to respond to her words but to tell her about my feelings, too.

"You can't use that as an excuse to think badly of me, Jenna. Look. I never disliked anything you had. You have the love of your parents and the opposite of mine—no problem. You got into medicine on a full scholarship and I didn't—fine. You've got Blake's heart, and I'm not—I don't even fucking care! Don't ever feel like you're the center of my orbit, Jenna Jameson! Not at all. And you know what? I'm sick of you always looking weak in the face of me looking so selfish and stubborn."

Hold on, Clara... you could ruin everything if you didn't control yourself.

I couldn't! Jenna had hurt me so much. This kind of thing didn't happen once or twice, but so many times that I was sick and tired of arguing with her.

All eyes were on us as I continued to berate Jenna, who just silently stared at me with teary eyes.

Come on, Jen... you could do better. Typically, you'd be screaming hysterically or fainting, so everyone would be bombarding me with evil words.

How could she be two personalities at the same time? Just yesterday, she seemed so happy about my marriage to John, and today, she's accusing me of being unhappy and upset about her wedding news.

If she knew, what pissed me off was why I was the last person to know that she was getting married this week? Even if it was from someone else's mouth.

"Is there a problem?" asked a voice. Blake, the husband-to-be and owner of L'cafe, where we were currently meeting, came over. Of course, I should have known Jenna had brought me here to show me how lucky she was to have a wealthy, 'whole package' husband.

I didn't answer but grabbed my bag and got up from the chair to walk away. However, before I walked far, there was a shriek from the customers, and when I turned around, Jenna was already lying on the floor with Blake trying to wake her up.