The sound of sighs that should have sounded melodious became so painful in the ears of the woman who was now hiding inside a large wooden cabinet. Tear’s wet chubby cheeks with brown spots to the nose shaft. Both hands tightly smothered the lips that had trembled holding back the sound of tears that wanted to come out.

The praise and seduction expressed by the pair of adulterers were increasingly suffocating her chest. She was angry so that her dark gray eyes were surrounded by the reddened sclera. She proved to herself the neighbor's gossip about the man she had married ten years ago.

At first, the fat woman was incredulous with the whispers of neighbors who said the husband was having an affair. She assumed they were just jealous of the household that was built always quiet without any significant problems. Although for ten years, it had not been blessed with a baby.

“You're so much more exciting than my fat wife, Sherly,” praised the man still immersed in momentary pleasure.

“Of course, Mark. Your wife can’t make love to various poses like me,” replied the blonde woman.

Leona, the woman who still in the closet, closed her ears tightly when she heard the conversation between the two human. Her legs were increasingly bent to add tightness in the chest. Sweat began to flow profusely along with the tears. Her heart that felt hot, added to the heat of her body temperature that was in that stuffy place.

“If you don't believe me, prove it yourself. Your husband often brings blonde woman home when you're gone.” The words that the neighbors said were ringing back in Leona's ears.

After thinking hard, she devised a plan to prove their words. Leona lied to Mark by saying she's going to Netherville to see her best friend. The trap was designed successfully, the man brought his mistress home.

Leona again bemoaned what had been seen at this moment. Her sacrifice for ten years was in vain. Still fresh in the memory of how she left her family, having decided to marry an ordinary man who was not from among the nobility. Yeah, the woman was a descendant of a nobleman in the Outville area.

Mark used to praise Leona’s beauty by saying she was like Lady Diana, but now he made fun of his wife in the presence of his mistress. This fact was really painful, presenting a pain that was very deep in the heart of the soft-hearted woman.

“Where are you going?” Mark spoke again.

Leona returned the ear closer to the closet door, so that she could hear more clearly.

“Go home, Honey. I don't want your wife to come and see I am here,” said the woman who was with Mark.

Mark clucked slowly pulling the slender woman again, so she sat on his lap.

“She'll be back later in the afternoon. It's still four hours away.” Mark grinned while stroking the blonde hair of his mistress.

“What if she comes back now?”

“Let it go. I'm going to divorce her, so I can marry you.”

The woman who was still hiding in the closet was increasingly tightening her hand. Her breath became tight when the shadow of divorce perps up on her mind.

“Really?”

“Sure! I'll prove it to you.”

Leona's body was getting burned to her husband's words. She can't take it anymore. After taking a deep breath, her hand moved to push the closet door so that the two people were aghast.

“Before that happened. I'm the one who's going to divorce you, Mark!!” insisted Leona after successfully standing.

She tried to maintain balance when the feet felt cramped due to too long bent. Leona didn't want to look weak in the face of the traitor she had been married to for years.

“Now get out of my house!!” quipped Leona brandishing her index finger towards the exit.

The blonde woman went straight into the blanket, then covered her body. While Mark snorted after successfully controlling himself. A brief laugh came out from between those purplish-colored thin lips.

“Your house??!! Have you forgotten this house is mine?!” said Mark.

The grey eye was tightly closed when it recalled having agreed to transfer ownership of the house to Mark Sinclair's name. Although at first this house belonged to Leona, she had given it to the man.

“So who should get out of here?” Mark smiled triumphantly as he embraced his mistress’ shoulder.

A red tinge emanated from Leona's face while holding back anger. As an educated woman, she knew she would not be able to take the house again even if she passed the law. Foolishness was done, resulting in her having to lift her feet from the residence purchased with her own efforts.

Mark stood up while Leona was still unmoved on the spot. The man pulled out all of his wife's clothes from the closet, then threw them to the floor. Shortly afterwards, a jumbo-sized travel bag had been snuffed out on top of a pile of clothes.

“See you in court later, Leona.” Mark said afterwards. “I'll give you an hour to get out of this house. Never show me your ugly face again! I'm sick of you.”

Leona's breathing roared out from her nose and lips at the same time. The look of her gray eyes looked sharp looking at the blonde woman who smiled proudly.

“I swear, you'll regret this, Mark!” She threw her index finger at where the bitch was sleeping. “That woman just wants your treasure which mine!!”

“I swear I will never accept you again, even if you crawl and beg me to come back someday.” She continued, trying to resuscitate herself even though it was very fragile inside.

***

The sound of a car horn was heard in a city that never slept. The vehicle's smoke began to suffocate breathing, making Leona cough occasionally. Leg muscles began to tire of walking down a large road that was still crowded. Sweat poured on the forehead to the neck, to wet the floral dress.

Where would she go now? The sky would start to darken soon. Leona needed a place to shelter and rest. Only Mark who she had here. The house that was abandoned three hours ago was the only destination. But now she couldn't go back there anymore.

The fat-coated hand moved up to the edge of the forehead, wiping away the sweat that had just left her white skin pores. Her view was looking for a place to just unwind. Slowly her hands-down reached into the bag that was stuck on the shoulder. She pulled out a light brown wallet and saw its inside.

Slow sigh slid from her lips when she saw only a few pieces of money that she had. Everything changed drastically after Mark kicked her out. For the past five years, Leona had no longer worked because she focused on the pregnancy program. However, her sacrifice was in vain after what she was known today.

Leona was getting frustrated. She couldn't possibly be homeless in this big city. It's impossible to return to her family home in Outville. If she visited Netherville, her family would know what was going to happen. She was completely alone and began to get scared.

“Where should I go?” She softly, holding her starving stomach.

The night before. The color of the shade turned dark. The woman had not found a place to rest yet. The feet were tired of propping her big body.

Leona's dark gray eye stopped when she saw the bridge used to cross Hannes River, a famous river in Earth ville. The bridge was large, so it was divided into two lanes. Below it was water that flows quite heavily.

Leona rushed towards the edge of the bridge and observed the swift flow of the slightly murky Hannes river. Various thoughts rubbed in her mind of the chubby-cheeks woman.

“It's better for me to drown there than to bear shame.” She muttered to herself.

Two seconds later, she shook her head so that the locked black hair swayed left and right.

Not! I can't die now. She whispered in her heart.

The woman returned to silence with her hands holding tightly on the iron of the bridge.Her eyes closed tightly when there was a war inside. A heavy breath was heard from her medium-sized nose.

“If you want to suicide, don't be here.” Suddenly there was a baritone sound from the right side.

Leona gasped, then looked at the source of the sound. A brunette man wearing a T-shirt combined with ripped jeans was staring at her.

The foreign man pointed at the thirty-story building nearby them. “You can suicide there. Jump from the top floor and die without feeling any pain."

The man winced into the river before saying, “If you jump there, you will probably be dragged by the flow and out of breath if you sink. You will suffer first before the angel of death takes your life."

Leona swallowed saliva after hearing what the man said. Fear re-enveloped her.

“You're a coward woman. I guarantee you wouldn't dare jump down there.” The man commented with a brief smile.

The fat woman was silent. Energy ran out after going through a barrage of painful facts in her life. Leona didn't have the energy to argue at this time.

The man pulled out a cigarette, then burned the tip with macis. He took a deep sip before exhaling the smoke that had been puffed.

“No matter what problem you're facing right now, do not ever think about suicide.” The man was still chattering, although he was not responded by Leona.

He observed Leona who was silently staring at the river flow. “Let me guess. Your husband or boyfriend is having an affair, isn't it?”

The woman's dark gray eyes rounded instantly. Wrinkles appeared between the two eyebrows. “Ho-how do you know?” She looked suspiciously.

The man laughed while pointing at the travel bag with the tip of the chin. “What else makes a fat woman want to kill herself, after leaving her house?!”

Leona's hand that was holding the edge of the bridge went down, then holding each other in front of her body. Her head bowed deeply. It turns out that people can find out what's going on by just looking at her condition now.

“Stupid,” hissed the man.

“Sorry?”

"You're a fool if you want to end your life."

Leona's forehead furrowed confusedly, so the two eyebrows were almost intertwined. “I'm not stupid,” she said offended. She had thought about ending her life, but a moment later abandoned her intentions.

“You're stupid, Ma'am. If I were you, I would take revenge.” Grin was seen in the corner of his lips with the perfect curve.

“Revenge?” said Leona.

The man held up a body that was leaning against the iron of the bridge. He threw a cigarette butt into the river. His blue eyes stared closely at the chubby woman.

“I can help you to take revenge on your husband or boyfriend. You have to make that man regret the whole of his life dumping a beautiful woman like you.” He explained with his eyebrows up.

Leona was stunned to hear this stranger's words. Sadness made her stupid, so she didn’t think about it. She could make Mark regret, because leaving herself for the bitch.

Sesaat kemudian ia kembali gamang. Balas dendam dibantu pria yang baru saja dikenal? Bagaimana jika orang ini penculik, pemerkosa atau penjual organ? Mark yang dikenal lebih satu dekade saja berani menipunya, apalagi pria asing ini.

“Bagaimana?” Pria itu masih menunggu jawaban Leona.

A moment later, she hesitated. Revenge helped by a man she had just known? What if this person was a kidnapper, rapist or organ seller? Mark who was known for more than a decade dares to deceive her, let alone this foreign man.

“How?” The man was still waiting for Leona's reply.

To be continued ....

Hi, I am Leenagie. This is my first English novel. Please let me know if there is a mistake for the words. Do not forget to give five star review.

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