The Reflection; Part:2

The altercation turned into a medical cast, and the cast transformed into surgery. The price she had to pay for loving a man who possibly loved her more than she did him, but who couldn’t give up his premarital ways.

She looked at her second finger where her ring rested.  It would never be the same. Her mind fell back to the time of engagement, when she proudly flaunted the VVS. A time when she a vehemently claimed the child as her husband. That was over now.

Deep in her heart she wanted to work it out. They had exhausted all options. He just wanted to be “young.”  He enjoyed the chase of young women, who had far worse lifestyles than himself. He was a god to them. But amongst Queens he was a pauper. He wanted to feel like a man.

And now that he was free the streets would talk, and they did. Late night partying, heavy drug use, a different girl on a different day; the life a serperated, but married man.

The stories would reach her ears. She knew they were true. She held onto the little piece of pride she had left and saved face for friends and family. But she was a broken woman, and a man was a downfall.