He left me there and went upstairs. I was in so much pain that I barely realized that he had come downstairs with a bag probably containing clothes and that he had left the house.....

I don't even know how long I spent on that couch. I hurt all over and I have terrible headaches. But the moral pain is even worse. How did my husband come to treat me like this? Call me a prostitute? He left the house. To where? For how long? I did not know.

But who could have plotted this whole story? Shooting this damn video, editing all these photos? Me who never cheated on Lawrence.

I got up somehow. I tried to reach Lawrence several times but he blocked me. The messages weren't getting through either. I called some close acquaintances but no one knew where he was. I wanted to call his parents but, knowing his witch mother, I held back. She never liked me and never approved of my union with her son because I come from a more modest background than theirs.

It was 11 p.m. when the guard came to greet me. I think it was mostly because he hadn't had anything for dinner.

Guardian: Good evening madam.... This is to greet you.... What is it madam? You don't look well...

I was sitting face down, my hair disheveled, my clothes untidy, and my eyes staring blankly. And this one really pissed me off.

Me: Go get the rest of the rice au gras in the microwave.

Him: (with a big smile) thank you madam. Thanks a lot.

He strode towards the kitchen but stopped:

- Ma'am, are you sure you're okay?

Me: Sorry go eat. I'm fine.... Please wait, one question: Did sir tell you where he was going?

Him: Hmm no huh. He just said he was going away for a while. Nothing else ma'am.

Me: Ok thank you. You can dispose.

Away for a while? My God where is he? I am lost in my concerns and I beg God to enlighten me.

I spend the night awake in my bed thinking about what just happened, it's all so confusing. I can't draw any conclusions. Maybe I need to talk to someone about it.

* THE DAY AFTER.....

Very early in the morning I got up from my bed. Although still shaken by the events of the previous day, I took care to shower and dress. I did some tidying up but I had neither the strength nor the desire to cook, I had no appetite. I needed to sort this all out, but first I needed a shoulder to lean on. I thought of my mother but I didn't want to involve the family again in my couple stories. I called Victoria several times to no avail. I decided to go to her house.

Arrived at home, I rang several times before she deigned to open. She had just a loincloth tied around her chest and her face was still sweating with fatigue.

Me: Hello my darling, sorry for the inconvenience but I really need you. I can enter?

She looks at me oddly for a few moments before answering me.

Maryline: (in a dry tone) no you can't come in. Can't you see I just woke up?? And then I have to do me. I call you after.

She then slams the door in my face. I am surprised by her attitude, she had never spoken to me like this. But what do they all have with me?? The questions are still swirling around in my head. But I have to go back.

I turn to take my way when a vehicle catches my eye.....my God! I had not seen it when I arrived! This is one of my husband's vehicles! Parked in front of the Victoria Gate. But what can he be doing here??? God...is that it?

TO BE CONTINUED......