Rage surged through me so hot it made me dizzy.My teeth chattered as I snapped,“Natalie,put Ethan on the phone!I want to talk to him!”
"My husband?He's asleep.He looks so tired,poor thing,"she spoke slowly,her tone dripping with meaning.
Then,almost playfully,she added,"It was rough,I was overwhelmed...Oh,I should to thank you,though,Jenna."
"Thank me?For what?For being blind enough to marry that useless man beside you?"I shot back,my voice breaking with anger.
"No.For feeding him so well."Natalie chuckled,then dropped her voice lower.
“Otherwise,how could he have the energy to spoil me so much?The truth is,he told me he treats me so much better than he ever treated you.He even said you were like a dead fish in bed,that touching you felt like bad luck.”
My head buzzed until it felt like it would split.
Ethan actually said that?
He had taken the most private,humiliating part of our marriage and turned it into a joke with another woman.
A wave of nausea hit me so hard I nearly threw the phone away.
“Oh,and one more thing,”Natalie went on,her voice casual as if she were commenting on the weather.
“He told me about that scar on your waist.Didn’t you get it when you stabbed one of those thugs who attacked him?Tsk,tsk—so foolish.”
“He said the scar made him feel sick,like looking at a centipede.That’s why every time he touched you,he had to turn off the lights.Otherwise,he couldn’t even get aroused.Hahaha.”
Her laughter was sharp and cruel.
My blood ran cold.All my strength drained away.I slid down the wall and sank to the cold floor.
That scar.
It was the year we graduated from college.He had just started his business and had crossed the wrong people.One night,they cornered us in a dark alley.I rushed in like a madwoman,trying so hard to protect him.
A fruit knife cut deep and I ended up spending two weeks in the hospital.He stayed by my bedside every day,crying like a child,promising to cherish me for the rest of his life.
Now,remembering that,I could only force a bitter smile.
So it was because of that scar that he lost his desire.
So,because of that scar,he couldn't even get aroused.
So every time his hands brushed that scar,all his talk about“this makes my heart ache”had been nothing but an act.
The pain in my chest felt like being cut again and again with a dull blade,far worse than the wound I got that night.
“And there’s more,”Natalie’s voice cut back in.