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Darian is a cheat
Darian had been gone for two days now, the house was void and Lena missed him terribly. Lisa had gone back to Dallas to attend to some things that required her attention, Tina was having a break from college, and Lena had decided to give her a break from work too, to rest and have fun.
Lena was alone inside the mansion, she wandered around the rooms. From the living room down to the cinema room and all the other rooms she had seen, but they never made use of. Darian's mansion was good for touring, and she did that whenever she was bored alone at home.
She was back in the main building, sorting out different recipes for fried chicken in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring.
She wasn't expecting any visitor, and Tina couldn't be the one ringing the doorbell, and neither could it be any of the bodyguards. She dabbed her hands with a napkin, sauntering into the living room to get the door.
She pushed the door open to a familiar face, she glanced at the visitor observantly, trying to recall where she had seen her face before.
"Oh, I see you don't remember me." She grinned, walking into the foyer. "I am Thelma, your husband's ex-secretary." She stopped, turning back to face Lena. "I am sorry for my manners, can I go on in?" She asked Lena.
"Sure," Lena pointed towards the living room. "You can go in," she smiled, directing Thelma to the couch. She followed behind, crouching down right after Thelma did.
"I have been here before." Thelma smiled, "Several times before he married you and during my visit, I told Darian how beautiful his house is." She crossed her legs on top of each other, her eyes wandering the living room. "But now that he's married to you and it's my first time here with you as his wife. I would like to tell you that your house is really beautiful."
Lena secretly admired her; she was flawless and had lost weight from the last time she saw her. Her skin glistened, her eyes gleamed as she batted her extra-long eyelashes, and her cleavage was on massive display like she didn't care about it.
Lena shook her head, she could never reveal that much skin. Thelma looked at Lena, and her expression turned sour. She didn't move her eyes away, she admired everything about Thelma and how gorgeously she was dressed, but there was something else that had her interest. Thelma's impromptu visit.
She wondered what she was doing in her house when Darian was not present.
"I heard you resigned." Lena initiated a conversation when Thelma wasn't saying anything.
"Yes, I did. I am now into modelling." Thelma retorted proudly.
"That's nice," Lena smiled. "My bad!" She pressed her hand to her forehead. "What can I offer you?"
"Don't worry about that. I am on a diet, I do not eat randomly. Thanks for offering though."
"Yeah, so why are you here?" She asked Thelma. That was the question she had kept in mind since Thelma stepped foot into the house. "I mean, Darian is not in town and I think you two are the ones who have a business together." She said, shrugging her shoulders.
"You are correct about that," Thelma smiled. "But right now, I do not have a business with Mr Dawson but Mrs Dawson. I came here for you and not your husband." The last word didn't sound too pleasant when she uttered it, and the bitterness was evident in her voice. Lena could sense it.
"Is there a reason you'd like to see me?"
"There are a lot of reasons I would like to see you."
"Go on," Lena leaned back on the couch. Crossing her arms against each other, eyes fixed on Thelma.
"You have a fine man as your husband, many women would want him to be theirs, but he chose you. Do you find other women wanting Darian a threat to your marriage?" She asked Lena.
"No, my marriage with him is secured and it doesn't matter if many women want him.” Lena responded.
"I see," Thelma let out a nasty chuckle. "I like your bravado," she raised her thumb in mockery. "You know when I first met Darian, he took my breath away. He was so handsome and cold. I didn't want to work as a secretary, I wanted to be a model, but because of him, I had to pick up a job as a secretary. Just because of him and that was years before he met you or would even think of getting married to you."
"What's all this about?" Lena was getting impatient.
"I fell for this man and I have loved him since then up till now. And I think he feels the same way even though he's married to you. You know?"
Lena's heart skipped a beat.
“What do you mean?" She asked, her voice shaky. She wished she could sound bolder, but not with the news she just heard from Thelma.
"As much as I love him, I still wonder why he comes to me, but I am sorry I can't refuse him if he comes to me. You know you are beautiful and all that, but I guess you are not enough for Darian."
Lena shook her head, too scared to speak a word.
"Darian and I are having an affair. I know you might probably find this confession crazy, but I came here with the evidence that you'd need to believe that Darian is cheating on you." Thelma laughed wickedly. "You were so sure he couldn't cheat on you, but I am sorry he did and is."
"What evidence?" Lena asked again, tears forming in her eyes.
"Here," she dropped an envelope on the coffee table and sat back on the couch, crossing her legs. "Come on, open up."
With trembling hands, Lena picked up the envelope and tore the lid. She looked back at Thelma and she just nudged her head.
She pulled out a photo and looked through it. She saw Thelma seductively dressed up in lingerie and a half-naked Darian straddling her. The photo was gross, Lena quickly shoved it back into the envelope. At that moment her chest stung like she was hit with a stone.
"You might be thinking that is old, maybe before he got married to you, but check properly to see and figure out that this happened when he was married to you. He was worried when he got to the office that day and we decided to do something to have some fun at my place."
Thelma fanned herself, smiling mischievously at Lena, who was still trying to process what she saw in the photo. Darian was half naked, while Thelma was just in lingerie and he was straddling her, they were practically having sex with each other. She fumed, tossing the envelope back on the table.
"That's not all, there are more photos of us in places like the restaurant he took me to some months ago," she said.
Lena found herself picking up the envelope to check out the other photos of her husband and his former secretary. She could feel pains stabbing her insides as she stared at the photo of Darian and Thelma in his car at night, she remembered the shirt.
It was the day he left her with the excuse that he had to attend to a mafia affair. There was another of them in a restaurant, Thelma's hand on his face. Though there was no expression on Darian's face, it didn't justify the fact that he cheated on her. More photos of them having sex with Darian half dressed slipped out of the envelope.
Lena tried to stifle the tears, but the pain was too much to hold in.
Her hands were shaking, her mouth shaking but the words didn't come out. She was deeply hurt that Darian betrayed her.
Now, it made sense to her, why he would never tell her he loved her, maybe he didn't really love her and he was just doing all he had to do to make her feel good. Lena had never doubted what Darian felt for her and she felt so secure in their relationship but he broke her trust, completely shattering her heart.
"Why?" She finally spoke out, embarrassed she was crying like a baby in front of Thelma.
"Huh?" A smug smile played on Thelma's lips. "I don't have problems with showing off my nudity to the world to prove a point."
"That's not what I am talking about!" Lena yelled. "Why would you cheat with him knowing that he's married."
"I tried not to, I refused him, but Darian always gets what he wants. He wanted me at all costs and he did have me."
"And why are you showing all of these to me?"
"My conscience and I want you to know the kind of man that you married. He's not all sweet, you know that he's a devil, don't you?" Thelma laughed, standing to her feet. "But, he's not just a devil, Darian is a cheat too and I am sure he's keeping you because he has plans of things he wants to do with you in the future." She walked around the couch Lena was seated on. "We were together before he married you. Baby girl, Darian fucked me a day before your wedding." She snickered, heading towards the doorway. "You can keep the pictures and make sure you confront him, I am certain he can't deny that my pussy wets more than yours." She smirked at Lena, walking out of the living room without looking back at Lena.
A satisfactory smile was on her face as she walked away.
Lena yelled out, crushing the envelope that contained the photos. Her chest was hurting, her head was spinning and tears didn't stop falling from her eyes.
She had never been this hurt in her life, Darian broke her heart into shreds and she was not sure she could even pick up the pieces. She sobbed hard, hoping and praying that everything that was happening was a dream, but it wasn't, the photos were real, Darian was the one in the photos.
She was still in tears when her phone began to ring, she checked the caller and it turned out to be Darian.
Out of annoyance, she ended the call and switched off her phone.