chapter 2

The d-day had finally arrived. It was Sandra's birthday party.

A lot of distinguished guests, most of them politicians, her friends and the people they brought along.

The party was in full swing. Sandra wore a green sequin gown that hugged her body and accentuated her figure. She could feel the lecherous gazes of the men in the room, including her husband's friends. 

Everyone's eyes were on her.

Sandra usually wore modest clothes that covered her shape, but today, she wanted to let loose, even if it was a little.

She also wore this outfit to piss off Steph. He had never been a fan of the clothes and had told her to dispose of them because a mayor's wife should not be seen wearing such an exposing outfit.

At that time, she had wanted to do as he said. She was happy she had changed her mind.

She and Steph were still not talking after their argument the other day. 

“Sandra! My! You look so good today!” her friends, Katy, Vera , and Lily, surrounded her, showering her with compliments.

“Thank you.”

'The event turned out better than we expected, right?”

“Yeah.”

Soon, time reached for Sandra to address her guests. She climbed onto the stage, thanked her guests for arriving, and mentioned other things.

Next was for Steph to address the crowd, too.

“So my husband, Mayor Steph, would also like to share some words with...

But when she looked at the crowd, Steph was not there. Her eyes widened with shock, scanning every nook and cranny of the vast crowd.

Where is Steph?

It was his turn to address everyone. They had both agreed on it before the party began. So where could he be now?

The crowd began to murmur,  all wondering why the Mayor would want to make himself absent at all times at this place and time.

“Why is the Mayor not here? Is it that he does not have regard for his wife at all?”

“I hear they aren't very close despite being married for five years. Could that be true?”

“She's at fault. I hear all her friends are of debased characters. What if she learned from them, and it's now causing this to their marriage?”

The voices of the judging crowd echoed in Sandra's ears. Her face reddened with embarrassment as she listened to them.

“One moment please,” she said, leaving the stage and going to look for her husband. 

She looked around the house, in the garden, in his study, in the bathrooms but he was no where to be found. She called him but he didn’t pick. Where the hell was he? How could he abandon her at a moment like this?

Since she could not reach him she decided to return to the party.

Sandra walked back to the party hall and noticed something very odd. There was a deathly silence among them.

The usual noisy crowd was silent and it unnerved her. Why were they so quiet?

Sandra ran towards the party hall, and saw on the huge screen she has prepared to showcase instances of his birthday, a video she had never thought she would see in her life.

Everyone turned to her when she entered the ballroom. Their eyes were full of pity.

Sandra's heart beat rapidly as she watched the video playing on the flat screen. She began to tremble. 

This is not real. This is not happening. Her eyes was deceiving her. The video…

“Sandra!” 

Sandra looked down and saw her friends approaching her, their expressions filled with worry.

“We're so sorry! We told the event planner to play the recorded videos of you at a young age,” Lily was saying.

“But when he inserted the disk, this video showed instead,” said Vera .

It can't be. It can't be.

“Sandra?”

Katy turned to the tech guy and shouted:

“What are you waiting for?! Put off the video!”

The tech guy did as she said and the screen went black. But the damage has been done.

“Sandra, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this.”

In the video, Steph, her husband of five years was having sex with another woman Sandra did not recognize. He was fucking her so vigorously and they both were moaning loudly. Her husband had cheated on her. Steph cheated on her and he did it in front of the whole world.

Everyone knew her husband was cheating on her on her birthday. Sandra wanted the ground to swallow her up. No, she wanted to die.

She looked around. Steph? Where’s Steph? He was nowhere to be found.

Many people flocked around her, trying to comfort her.

“It happens sometimes.”

“Forgive him.”

“How could he do this to you?!”

“Did you see how he devoured that woman! The mayor's one sexy bastard!”

“So despicable! A man who cheats does not deserve to run for second term!”

“And he said he wanted to run for president!”

“How could we put the country in the hands of a man who can't even manage his home?”

Their voices suffocated her and the next thing she knew, she was running up to her room, slamming the door shut, collapsing unto the ground and breaking into tears. Her friends ran after her and tried to comfort her  but she refused to open the door.

At the end of the day, no one was able to get her to come out of the room, not even her friends.

$$$

The next day, news about the Mayor's sex recording played at his wife's birthday spread like wild fire. It was a great scandal indeed, a juicy story.

It was the number one trending story online. Several blogs and TV stations spread the news. 

Steph finally showed up after some days. He had stood at her bedroom door, crying, and begging her forgiveness. 

“I was drugged. I swear I was drugged. This scandal was caused by my political rivals. They don't want me to succeed. They don't want me to run second term. Please, Sandra, you’ve gotta believe me.”

She ignored him, moving all her things to the guest room. He would return every morning, knocking on her door, begging her to let him in.

“Sandra, it was the devil. I swear. It was really the devil. I would never hurt you like that,  Sandra. I love you.”

Sandra said nothing to him for weeks and when she finally spoke, she said:

“You know what hurt the most, Steph? It was not the cheating or the fact that it was played on my  birthday. It was the fact that you fucked that lady in a way you had never fucked me before.”

The following week, news of Mayor Steph's divorce filled the front pages of the papers, as Sandra had left him, divorcing him.

Because of the current situation,  Sandra decided to move to another city, one far away where people would not recognize her and she could live in peace.