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Jenna silently drove into her friend's neighborhood while bobbing her head to the jam playing on her radio. She moved side to side to the song, sang along and laughed until she pulled into Gloria's driveway and let out a chuckle before getting off the vehicle. She hummed the song that had been playing and danced as she made her way to the front door of Gloria's home.

Once she got to the door, she banged the door and twirled around, danced backwards then walked back to the door. She got to it and pushed it open and spread her arms out wide dramatically.

"I'm back!" She said in a sing-song voice then walked in with confidence in every of her footsteps. "Oh, Gloria?" She said again in the same voice.

Jenna scanned the living room and kitchen from where she stood with her bottom lip between her teeth until Gloria rushed out of a door and gasped.

"Hello," Jenna said with a frantic wave.

"J-Jenna?" Gloria stuttered and blinked hard, jaw slacked and eyes wide.

"What? You sound like you've seen a ghost. Come give me a hug," Jenna cooed and walked up to her perplexed friend, and wrapped her arms around her in a hug. "I've missed you so much."

Gloria hesitantly pushed Jenna away and backed up, taking in her bruised face and simple getup. The bob-haired woman shook her head and made eye contact with her.

"What happened to you?" Gloria asked and Jenna shrugged then took a seat on one of the couches in the living room. "I was so worried about you."

Jenna frowned. "Just you?"

"Uh, yeah? Why are you asking?" Gloria asked in a different tone then sat down beside her friend who looked like she was on the verge of tearing up.

"Not even my husband?" After she had asked, she heard a sharp intake of breath from her friend.

"I don't know. I've not heard anything from him ever since you disappeared. In fact, the last time I called his office, they told me he was on a business trip in Venice with a few of his staff, I even thought maybe you left with him," Gloria replied and placed her hand on Jenna's back. "I was so worried about you even your mom was. We tried calling you but it was unavailable. For a moment we thought you...killed yourself."

Killing myself? Hm, I used to think of that before and it would not be such a bad idea now, she thought and snorted then smiled at her friend.

Jenna laced her fingers together and inhaled convulsively then shut her eyes tight against the hurt doubling in her heart.

"Who did he go to Venice with?" She asked in a cool tone.

"Uh, you don't need to know, Jenna. Anyway, we are glad you're bac-"

"Who did he go with, damn it?!" Jenna barked in anger and stood up sharply.

Gloria swallowed and looked around the room then at Jenna who was a wreck. Her hair was scattered, her eyes red and blazing in anger then her hands clenched at her sides.

"Please, sit down. You don't have to overreact. Please, have a seat," Gloria pleaded and Jenna hissed.

"Tell me who he went with right this instant!"

"No!"

Jenna inhaled deeply, counting the seconds she was losing her patience and when she glared at Gloria, the other woman simply shook her head stubbornly. She chuckled, frowned after so, then exhaled before rushing over to her, grabbed her chin and squeezed aggressively. The afro haired woman had rage burning in her eyes and teeth gnashed together in equal rage. Gloria could only whimper and struggle.

"Tell me this instant, Gloria or I'll do way more than this," Jenna whispered and shook the groaning woman's head. "Speak!"

"Okay," she said in plea. "I'll tell you."

Jenna smirked. "Good girl."

Gloria sighed the moment she was released and began to rub her chin.

"Jonathan went on a trip with Vera and it was noted that the others he went with came back after the trip but Vera and Jonathan still stayed for a few days in Venice," Gloria replied in a gruff tone and watched as the gears changed in Jenna's head.

Jenna felt a hot bile in her throat and her heart began to beat too fast in anger and in hurt. She backed away as the anger within her, boiled at the thought of her husband and Vera sleeping with each other, just like the night she saw them.

She ran her fingers through her hair then hit her leg softly on a vase. Jenna growled and pushed the ceramic vase to ground, making it shatter.

"No!" Jenna yelled, pained. "No! This can't be happening! How can you do this to me?!"

Gloria backed away in worry as Jenna kept on thrashing a lot of other breakable items she touched until she paused and began to laugh.

"Did you know?" Jenna began and turned around to face her scared friend.

"K-Know what?"

"That I was involved in a car accident?"

Gloria gasped.

"Yeah, shocking," Jenna chuckled. "I was in a car accident because of the same man I married! I wish I had just died and end this but fate just had to stop me. As if that wasn't enough, my husband never called me or looked for me because he was sleeping around with that cheap slut. It is enough!" She yelled and turned the coffee table over.

"Jenna, please calm down. I'm sure nothing happened," Gloria said.

"Nothing?! Are you serious right now? You and I saw my husband in bed with another woman and you dare say such a thing?! I'm beginning to think that everyone doesn't like me," Jenna wiped her cheeks when she realized that she had tears running down her cheeks. "Tell me, do you hate me?"

Gloria whimpered. "No, Jenna. You've got to let this go. You're going insane."

"Insane? Who's the cause of it, Gloria, my best friend? Who is the cause? I fell in love with my true love, I gave him my all. I sacrificed my whole life for this marriage and this is what I get?" Jenna shook her head and backed away. "Wow."

Jenna held her face and shook her head and began to mutter soothing words to herself. She paced around the room while the brown skinned woman stood in pity.

"Is he back?" Jenna asked after pausing.

"Why are you asking? What do you want to do, Jenna? You're not going anywhere."

Jenna scoffed and raced out of the house. She got to the car and boarded it then put her hands underneath the steering wheel then joined the two wires which made the car roar to live. She had stolen a car after she had gotten off the taxi who she had argued with over her pay. She gripped the steering wheel and looked up when her friend rushed out, calling her.

"We'll see who gets the torture more," she whispered and reversed carelessly then swerved and drove away at a high speed.

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Jonathan stood up from his sitting position the moment the front door was pushed open aggressively by Jenna, who had a huge smile on her face.

"Jenna?"

"Aw, did you miss me, hubby?" She asked and craned her neck. "I wasn't too far, ya' know. So, did you miss me?"

Jonathan ignored her question. "Where the hell have you been?!"

"Ssh, please. I am back and need rest, okay?" Jenna began to make her way to the grand steps ahead of her but paused. "Oh, can I get a pack of your Cigarettes? Those expensive one you always banned me from? I'm suddenly in the mood to take a good smoke."

Jonathan frowned deeper and looked his wife up and down, his brown eyes filled with confusion and concern. He sighed and crossed his muscled arms over his chest.

"What's wrong with you?" Jonathan asked with his frown still glued to his face. "And where have you been for four days? I need answers from you, Jenna."

"Why don't you call Becky?" Jenna flipped back and continued her walk up the steps and into their bedroom.

Her eyes roamed the room in disgust and her fists clenched beside her in anger. She bit her bottom lip and exhaled then marched into their walk-in closet where she began to fish through the drawers, leaving clothes scattered until she found the familiar red box of her husband's Cigar. She opened it and took one out then searched for a lighter in the same drawer. When she found one, she lit the end of the brown cigar and took a long drag then blew out the smoke through her teeth.

She chuckled. "This is just the beginning. You'll pay, Vera. You'll pay dearly and I swear on the vows of my marriage that you'll pay."

Jenna flickered her hair and walked out of the closet, and straight to the low wooden table under the hanging television in the room, where some bottles of different strong alcoholic brands sat. She poured herself a generous amount of the honey colored drink into a glass cup, and picked the glass then took a huge gulp and ended up coughing from the burn.

"This situation demands music," she said and took another drag from the fat brown cigar then put on the television and tuned it to a music channel and increased the volume of the banging song.

She began to move to the beat, drink in one hand and the cigar in the other. The saddened woman heard Jonathan knock on the door, making her walk to the door and opened it.

"What?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"What's wrong with you? You're scaring me, honey," Jonathan stated, his brown eyes filled with worry.

Jenna looked him from his feet, slightly muscled legs and his taut upper body then his face, the face that was part of the reason she fell in love with him. The way his eyes held emotions, the way his lips kissed every part of her body, the way his hair fell effortlessly over his face, she fell in love with a lot and she hated that she did.

"Go to hell," she said in a hard tone, shut the door and locked it.

As if the universe hated her, the song ended and another played, which was a depressing song that suited her situation, that it made her throw her glass of drink across the room and drop the cigar before falling to her knees and began to weep.

At a point when she had had enough of the song, she stood up, approached the television, picked up a bottle from the table below the tv, backed away and tossed it at the television, which cracked but didn't stop the music.

"Stop playing!" She yelled, marched over to the television and forcibly shook it until it crashed to the floor.

Jenna flickered her gaze back to the door when Jonathan began to knock continuously on the door, which aggravated her the more.

"Did you see what he's caused you?"

Jenna gasped and turned around to the exact version of herself from the beach, sitting on the bed with a crooked smile.

"I've seen it. So what?!" she asked the one sitting down.

"I'm not sure you do because you're not supposed to be in this house and act all calm when you're supposed to act like the strong woman that you are. You should be teaching him a big lesson for pulling you into such a depressing life," the fake Jenna said in a hard tone.

Jenna nodded. "Oh, my God. That's true. Why do I keep forgetting?"

"Because you still love him," a second Jenna stated close to her ear.

"I-I don't know," Jenna whispered and looked at the two of herself in the room who did nothing but to roll their brown eyes.

"You should not even think of loving such a despicable man. He has caused you your heartbreak and this weakness," the sitting Jenna stated.

"Yes, you should be strong and let the world see it!" The one beside her stated in her ear in a louder voice.

"Men like him deserve destruction. End this marriage or stop that harlot!" They hollered repeatedly.

Jenna shut her ears while shaking her head. She began to breath heavily and deeply, even hearing her own heartbeat.

"Revenge is the key," they echoed.

"Fight for yourself."

"Revenge is the key."

"Fight for yourself."

"Revenge."

"Fight."

"Revenge!"

"Fight!"

Jenna screamed with her hands on her ears.

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