I had just adjusted my mood and was about to speak in a light-hearted tone, when his phone rang.
That call seemed like his savior, rescuing him from the suffocating atmosphere and giving him a chance to escape reality.
He left and didn't return for a long time.
At eleven o'clock, he sent me a photo on WhatsApp.
I opened it. It was a photo of him with Wina. The girl was looking at the camera, while he was not. He was drinking with his face turned away.
Two minutes later, another message came in.
[Sorry, sent by mistake.]
In that moment, my heart shattered.
I knew Wina did it on purpose, but I couldn't help but care.
My newlywed husband, drinking and seeking pleasure with another woman right after I lost our child.
From the photo, I saw the bar's logo on the deliberately shown cup and eventually, I found that bar.
When Samuel saw me, he was initially stunned. Then his expression darkened, his brows furrowing and his mouth setting in a hard line.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
His rowdy friends seemed even more brazen under the influence of alcohol. "Yo, Samuel, why did you bring a mom out to play?"
One of them jeered. "Isn't this your Cathy?"
They seemed to have lost their senses, eyes glazed over in a state of euphoria, channeling their jealousy and disdain toward him. A fat guy even reached over and pinched me.
The people around us joined in, shoving Samuel and egging him on. "Call her Cathy! Go on, call her Cathy!"
"Call her Cathy! Call her Cathy!" More and more people closed in on me with malicious intent...
