CHAPTER FOUR
Burnt To Vanity
WANITA'S POV
I watched as Solara.
She smirked and slowly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Then she stood to her feet, her breast bouncing with her movements.
She reached for the dainty silk robe lying on the tiled floor with ease.
She slipped into it while Jake just stood there, bare like a newborn baby.
She was just so nonchalant with her shamelessness, and it irked me.
She smoothened down the robe as if she had just finished a business meeting.
"Well," she began coolly.
I glared at her.
"It turns out that Jake is not the last man on Earth Wanita," she said with a grin.
I blinked hard.
Did she just grin?
What was funny?
Blood roared in my ears.
"I can't believe you were here, getting fucked by my low class husband while I was in the hospital dying Solara!!"
My heart was breaking.
Tears rushed down my face.
"What happened to friendship?"
I sniffed loudly.
Her brows rose as she shifted on one foot.
"Friends? With someone like you?"
She threw her head back and laughed.
Rage boiled in my stomach, rushing up and twisting my guts in the process.
"You must be a lunatic to think that."
My blood turned to ice.
Her voice was filled with disdain.
"Even at that!" I yelled.
I tasted salt on my tongue.
"I was carrying his child!" I continued. "You shouldn't have been with him!"
Solara's eyes narrowed.
"Oh, Wanita, that was before I knew how desperate your husband was."
I flinched.
Confusion washed over me.
"Desperate?" I whispered.
"Yes," she said coldly. "To have me."
Cold shivers ran down my spine.
My feet became leaden.
I looked at him.
Jake looked away.
"He tried to push you away but you just had to cling to him like a beggar!"
My stomach dropped.
"A beggar?" I scoffed.
I turned to Jake.
"I thought you loved me?"
He scoffed lazily.
"You lost the baby Wanita. What do you have left to offer me?" he mused.
My eyes widened.
My mouth fell open.
The icy stare he planted on me was with eyes that held no remorse whatsoever.
"I was in the hospital," I began.
My voice cracked.
My breath came as ragged gasps.
"I nearly died from the loss of our baby, and what were you doing?" I demanded.
He made a tsk sound.
"You were here screwing her!" I bellowed in a voice that betrayed my hurt.
My voice echoed in the room.
He looked away.
"You left me alone there, broken, to deal with everything alone," I mused.
Jake finally looked at me.
His face was not even laced with guilt.
What I saw was annoyance.
And, it infruriated me.
My plans clenched into fists.
He stepped forward.
"Stop raising your voice, please? This isn't a rage room," He scolded.
The lazy shrug that followed pissed me.
"You and I, we were because of that child you carried," he mused.
I stared at him helplessly.
"Now that it is gone Wanita, it is time for you to let go of me, you know?"
His brows rose.
"Let go?" I breathed.
Bile rose in my throat.
I almost tasted it on my tongue.
"Oh, Wanita," Solara drawled. "You really thought he stayed with you out of love?"
I made to speak.
But, no words came out, no matter how hard I tried to force them out.
It felt like there was a lump in my throat that wouldn't just go away.
And it was blocking my words.
"He told me how suffocated he felt, trapped by your pregnancy," she said.
She sashayed towards me.
"Your poverty," she continued.
She came to a halt about two feet from me.
"He hated you and even your constant neediness," she continued to say.
I felt a pang in my chest.
I reached up and clutched the spot.
But it did nothing to alleviate the pain.
"When I heard you lost the pregnancy," he started, standing behind Solara.
I watched him through cloudy eyes.
"I thought-wonderful, now it would be easier to leave you behind."
I gasped, breathing unsteadily.
"You brought Solara into my life and she catapulted me out of poverty."
My heart constricted.
"I have you to thank for that," he acknowledged with a smile.
"But you see, Wanita, we are no longer on the same level," he pointed out.
I stepped back, shaking my head.
"What about us?" I gaped.
He chuckled softly.
"There is no us" -he gestured between him and I with his fingers- "Wanita."
I watched with slacked jaw, my brain lagging from all that pain.
"There is only I" -he drew Solara flush against his body- "and Solara."
I could only watch helplessly as he leaned down and nuzzled the groove of her neck.
Solara moaned softly.
"Stop it Jake," she giggled when he bit her and pulled lightly with his teeth.
He looked up at her with a proud smirk.
Emptiness swallowed me.
I felt hollow inside.
I felt grief at what I had lost.
"You used me," I said.
My voice broke.
"Both of you," I ended.
"And so?" Jake grinned.
I swallowed.
Solara laughed.
It was a sharp and ugly sound.
"Don't flatter yourself girl."
Her eyes hardened.
"He only stayed with you this long because of your miscarried baby."
"Now that it's gone..."
She shrugged.
"You are nothing to him."
She stepped closer.
"It is time to move on Wanita."
The room spun.
I had been battling for my life.
And here they were, using each other as if I was already dead and gone.
And maybe I was.
Because my baby was gone.
And now my husband was also gone too.
Emotions whirled continuously inside of me as I staggered back.
I was helpless as they switched as if someone was doing a lucky draw.
I waited to see the final draw.
Which emotion would claim me?
Then, it did.
I thought I would experience either an unfathomable rage or an inexplicable sadness.
But I felt none of thise.
What I really felt was nothingness.
"You can leave now," Solara moaned as Jake bit her pinna. "We are still having fun."
They didn't even wait.
Jake turned her around and kissed her, his hands grabbing her round ass.
My heart broke again and again as my existence slowly went into a void.
Then I turned and ran down the hall.
I just ran-away from their voices, their lies and their perfect, cruel world.
I went out the door and into the street.
I didn't look left.
I didn't look right.
It was too late when I heard the tires screech.
A horn blared somewhere.
Then I felt the impact.
Pain exploded in my side.
Everything spun before me.
My body slowly dipped to the floor.
Darkness started to swallow my entirety as I lay there.
The last thing I thought was: "At least the baby didn't have to live in this world."
And then... there was nothing.