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drunk? He should’ve known better. If I had been with you, none of this would have happened.”
“He looks as wasted as me. I can’t believe I let this to happen. Has Beulah called?” I asked, letting the video play on a loop.
“Let me see your phone.”
I handed Veena my phone and covered my eyes with my arm. The familiar feeling of panic set in. Alex would be home any time now. There was no hiding from the shame and humiliation.
“Yep, she called about ten times in between Alex’s calls. Oh, boy. Prudence, this is a real shitstorm. We’d better do some quick thinking.”
“Call Thomas for me,” I demanded. I was sure Alex would divorce me. His political career was about to come under fire. Again. Because of our relationship. It was too much to bear. A cramped feeling gripped my gut, and I felt some of the alcohol making its way up my throat. I ran to the bathroom and threw up . Resting my forehead on the seat, I groaned and wiped my mouth. How could I have made such a careless mistake?
A knock echoed up from the front door.
“Oh, no. It has begun. Stay here. I’ll see who’s at the door,” Veena yelled into the bathroom.
“Beulah. Hi. You are looking exceptionally beautiful today. Are you here to see Prudence? Do you want me to go get her?” Veena spoke loudly, trying to warn me, I supposed.
“Get out of my way, Veena. Prudence Jude, where are you?” my grandmother shouted. I heard the door slam and the sound of her shoes slamming against the wooden stairs. The only time Beulah called me Prudence Jude was when she was upset.
To my surprise, my grandmother threw the bathroom door open and stormed inside. Not a hair on her head stood out of place. Her casual Sunday jogging suit lay flawlessly against her body and her diamonds earrings glinted against her porcelain skin. That was the look of a woman who was not afraid to face a controversy. I, on the other hand, was hanging my head into a toilet.
“Prudence Jude Romaine Conrad. I will kick your ass across this house. What the hell were you doing last night? Didn’t you think there wasn’t a chance this would come out? Get your damn clothes on.” I stood up, practically naked.
I didn’t answer. I feared what was going to happen when Alex arrived home. Beulah, I could handle. Alex was a different story. Beulah walked out, ranting and raving at the maid who tried to hide from her. She slammed drawers around and threw things around my room. She was trying to find clothes for me to put on. I had never seen her so angry.
“You’d better call Alex. I have never heard him so upset. He called you at least a hundred times. Not only is he angry with you, he was terrified something bad happened. This was so irresponsible of you, two days before his keynote speech. He is on his way back. You are showing the world the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Prudence. Let’s hope he can stop this before it goes any further.”
Inferring I had behaved like my mother was a hurtful comment. I tried so hard not to be like her and yet, Beulah was right, that’s exactly who I had acted like. How was I going to explain this? I stayed in the bathroom while Veena brought me clothes.
“What the fuck, Prude? You have gotten yourself in a world of shit. Beulah is a terror. I’m starting to wonder if Mark can fix this. I tried calling Thomas, but he didn’t answer,” she whispered.
“Alex is going to leave me after this, I’m sure, Veena. I ruined his career, his speech, and our marriage all in one night.” I cried and dry-heaved. Veena pulled my hair back and put it in a ponytail. I dressed, brushed my teeth and waited for the nightmare to get worse. A car pulled into the driveway.
“You need to settle down. You’re panicking too much. I don’t like it when you get like this,” she said.
There was no way to settle down, not when yet another car pulled into the driveway.
Chapter 7
The door slammed shut, and I heard screaming downstairs. It
“He looks as wasted as me. I can’t believe I let this to happen. Has Beulah called?” I asked, letting the video play on a loop.
“Let me see your phone.”
I handed Veena my phone and covered my eyes with my arm. The familiar feeling of panic set in. Alex would be home any time now. There was no hiding from the shame and humiliation.
“Yep, she called about ten times in between Alex’s calls. Oh, boy. Prudence, this is a real shitstorm. We’d better do some quick thinking.”
“Call Thomas for me,” I demanded. I was sure Alex would divorce me. His political career was about to come under fire. Again. Because of our relationship. It was too much to bear. A cramped feeling gripped my gut, and I felt some of the alcohol making its way up my throat. I ran to the bathroom and threw up . Resting my forehead on the seat, I groaned and wiped my mouth. How could I have made such a careless mistake?
A knock echoed up from the front door.
“Oh, no. It has begun. Stay here. I’ll see who’s at the door,” Veena yelled into the bathroom.
“Beulah. Hi. You are looking exceptionally beautiful today. Are you here to see Prudence? Do you want me to go get her?” Veena spoke loudly, trying to warn me, I supposed.
“Get out of my way, Veena. Prudence Jude, where are you?” my grandmother shouted. I heard the door slam and the sound of her shoes slamming against the wooden stairs. The only time Beulah called me Prudence Jude was when she was upset.
To my surprise, my grandmother threw the bathroom door open and stormed inside. Not a hair on her head stood out of place. Her casual Sunday jogging suit lay flawlessly against her body and her diamonds earrings glinted against her porcelain skin. That was the look of a woman who was not afraid to face a controversy. I, on the other hand, was hanging my head into a toilet.
“Prudence Jude Romaine Conrad. I will kick your ass across this house. What the hell were you doing last night? Didn’t you think there wasn’t a chance this would come out? Get your damn clothes on.” I stood up, practically naked.
I didn’t answer. I feared what was going to happen when Alex arrived home. Beulah, I could handle. Alex was a different story. Beulah walked out, ranting and raving at the maid who tried to hide from her. She slammed drawers around and threw things around my room. She was trying to find clothes for me to put on. I had never seen her so angry.
“You’d better call Alex. I have never heard him so upset. He called you at least a hundred times. Not only is he angry with you, he was terrified something bad happened. This was so irresponsible of you, two days before his keynote speech. He is on his way back. You are showing the world the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Prudence. Let’s hope he can stop this before it goes any further.”
Inferring I had behaved like my mother was a hurtful comment. I tried so hard not to be like her and yet, Beulah was right, that’s exactly who I had acted like. How was I going to explain this? I stayed in the bathroom while Veena brought me clothes.
“What the fuck, Prude? You have gotten yourself in a world of shit. Beulah is a terror. I’m starting to wonder if Mark can fix this. I tried calling Thomas, but he didn’t answer,” she whispered.
“Alex is going to leave me after this, I’m sure, Veena. I ruined his career, his speech, and our marriage all in one night.” I cried and dry-heaved. Veena pulled my hair back and put it in a ponytail. I dressed, brushed my teeth and waited for the nightmare to get worse. A car pulled into the driveway.
“You need to settle down. You’re panicking too much. I don’t like it when you get like this,” she said.
There was no way to settle down, not when yet another car pulled into the driveway.
Chapter 7
The door slammed shut, and I heard screaming downstairs. It
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