2024-11-13 16:09:57“Woo! Pregnant?”
“She's pregnant?” irresistible questions sprung off among the elated guests. “Really? She is?” The hall was stormed with distinct and indistinct communication oozing from different corners filled with distinguished personnel from several walks of life. Michael Scofield muffled a heartbreaking chuckle that got his head spinning in disbelief. His wife's last words echoed like an alarming bell struck deep into his chest. “What more jokes do we have today?” he spilled with his eyeball bulging out in anguish. “A few minutes back, your mother got me fired, and the next action was publicly announcing a new suitor while you're still my wife and treacherously you're pregnant?” “What in heaven's name is going on tonight!” He heightened as he held grip of his saddened overwhelming emotions. His eyes gleamed for absolute answers as his heart tugged in reverberating heartache. His ears nudged for explicit feedback in silent prayer that all revelation thus far was a prank. He endeavored to make sense of the unfolding events but his head was plunged into a jumbled mess. Madam Catherine and Michelle wore nonchalant gestures as they continually muffled a sneer against him while Marshall worsened the situation by constantly trailing his mouth across his wife's lips. “Michelle! Is this a newly modernized bluff!?” He vehemently roared, hot sweat gripping his forehead. He viciously bounced back to words. “For the past two years, we hadn't consummated our marriage. You told me you suffered from intensive sexual molestation from childhood and weren't ready to become intimate just yet. I had been patient and showed you nothing but true love.” “What the hell do you mean by being pregnant?” he bitterly voiced out, his tone enmeshed with pain and perplexity. His words persistently fell on unperturbed ears as they unremorsefully shone their teeth in profound mockery. He glanced around and realized most personnel had been involved in a muffled parade against him. None showed an iota of pity. It seemed like the Charleston Park Shopping Mall's tenth anniversary would have his name decorated in epic humiliation. “Shut it already! Loser!” “Can’t you read the contents clearly written on the wall? Are you that dumb!?” Marshall responded in a demeaning baritone. “Newsflash; for the past eighteen months, I have been thrusting your wife's juices with hard unforgettable strokes, and I must affirm she's way above your league!” “You’re not worth enough to have her. I am!” Michael's face furiously furrowed, as he stared at Michelle, who delightfully kissed Marshall with no ounce of remorse. The atmosphere slammed into hysterical chuckles after those words unapologetically fell out. The reality that Marshall had been sleeping with his wife was enough to decorate his face with spiteful tittering. “What! An affair? Are all those molestations fictional bullshit a perfect mechanism to keep me hopeful that someday we will consummate our union?!” “You fooled me!” His voice echoed in undeserving anguish. Michelle smacked her tongue in disdain and took three steps forward. “Finally, the pig has got some brains. My father could have initiated this charade called marriage but I'll never allow a demeaning pauper like you to bed me. “Never!” “I am not ready to breed poverty-inclined personnel to this world knowing their miserable father has no name to any property except being visionary and confident. Will those traits put food on our table? No!” “Marshall has been the one servicing my honey pot, and I'm delighted to cross paths with a real man in several ramifications. A better man than you'd ever be!” Michael's throat leaped into his chest as a host of goosebumps struck his sensory organs. His soul thumped into indescribable sorrow as the day's events seemed like an ordeal he'd most likely live to remember. The invited personnel and some of his colleagues who he thought liked him didn't make it easy for him as they continually flashed condescending eyes at him like it was a grave sin of being poor. If he was half as rich as Marshall, maybe, just maybe the reception would have been less demeaning. It was definitely the world against him. His wife wasn't under any alcoholic influence when she countlessly slept with Marshall. She knew exactly what she was doing and began her promiscuity adventure shortly after her father fell sick. Suddenly, a surge of adrenaline rush overwhelmed him, and he glanced at everyone in the hall and returned his gaze toward the three identified foes. “What a shame! My wife confidently committing adultery? Fuck! Absolutely unacceptable!” His words ushered in moments of confusion as eyes enthralled on the young man who once wore a saddened outlook but suddenly oozed vehement words. ‘What's really going on?’ they desperately mused. “I have always known you never valued or loved me despite how I genuinely fell for you. However, due to the respect I have for your father. I remained patient in the tiniest fairytale you'd love me for what I internally possess. Well, clearly, I was wrong!” All voices absolutely went dumbstruck as the only word that could be perceived was that of the unrivaled chief pauper. Unbelievable! “I might be poor but that doesn't mean I would condone my wife unremorsefully getting pregnant for another man! I don't deserve such ill-treatment,” He wholeheartedly uttered as his heart boiled in gripping sorrow. “Michelle!” “I, Michael Scofield, am divorcing you with immediate effect!” his thick voice reverberated across the silent, suspenseful atmosphere. “Get me the divorce papers let me do the honors! I'm certain, all along you all didn't plan without wishing to get me off the Augustine family. I'll grant you that wish!” He gutted out from his sharp-witted mind. They all bulged their eyes in puzzlement as the unfolded drama wasn't going as scripted. ‘Did he just request for a divorce?’ they unbelievably mused while biting their lower lips in disbelief. He stared at Michelle's left finger and noticed she had held a brown envelope for over twenty minutes. “What does the file contain?” he rhetorically inquired as he snatched it from her for further confirmation. “What is he doing? Does he mean his words on divorcing his wife? The pauper must be bluffing,” The eyewitnesses distinctly and indistinctly voiced out in building perplexity. “Oh! I was right, after all; it's a divorce-signed document!” He ironically voiced out. Although his heart inwardly thumped in profound sorrow, he was fed up with being treated inhumanely, and from Michelle's last words, he knew she'd never love him or exude any form of commitment. “Signed!” “We are officially divorced!” He managed to utter as he held firmly to his thumping devastated emotions.
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