She rallied her thoughts, trying to comprehend the words he spewed with venom. She was falling apart, her thoughts conflicting as he was watched her. She needed to regain her composure or he would win. Her body was trembling with adrenalin flowing through her and producing an agitated appearance. His words rattled her, his questioning and attempts to excuse his behaviour becoming intense and manipulative. She was drawn to glancing sideways at the door instinctually wanting to be sure she could leave, she needed to know she had the comfort of an escape if it was necessary.
She desperately tried to hang onto a semblances of normality, she felt physically sick as she listened to him attempting to justify his behavior. She almost laughed when he tried to convince her this was, in part, her fault and blame had to be shared. She didn’t remember herself paying for high-class call girls as he had done or engaged in years of cheating, she told him. His twisting of words was irrational and illogical and she felt comfortable in knowing she had him cornered, he flipped from one train of thought to another, unable to produce a convincing argument beyond vague and unspecific statements.
She disagreed that she had reaped the benefits of being married to him; her luxurious lifestyle, he said, was a result of his money. His orientation towards monetary excesses and gains was palpable as he tried to degrade her by insinuating her reasoning for being with him all these years was because of affluence. His accusations prompted her in to action, she removed the keys to the sports car from her pocket that he had presented to her only weeks ago and placed them on the cold marble counter top, silently. Whilst he continued on his rant, beads of sweat formed on his forehead and she could see he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable her confidence returned. Once his gaze followed her hand and it dawned on him that she was returning the car, he faltered, hesitated and began to change tact, saying if she returned everything she would have nothing. Now she knew she had him unnerved.
Nothing was what she wanted from him, his dirty deeds and inadequate words made her feel violated and used, she continued, sensing his insecurity by removing her three carat diamond engagement ring and matching wedding ring and slowly she placed them beside the car keys. She smirked at him, not wanting to break eye contact, she was finally rising to the challenge, goading him with her silent actions and composed demeanor. He raised his voice and as it filled the large shadowy dark room in which was once a dining area that held much laughter and friends, she removed her jewel encrusted designer watch and held it out for him to take. He snarled as he dismissed her efforts with a sweeping hand and a deep-throated guttural attempt at a condescending laugh. She was enjoying her power over him, something she now realized she had never had before and so she continued. Slowly removing her short black jacket, bought just recently during a long weekend in Milan in a store that oozed quality, she dropped it on the floor in front of her and continued to strip.
He began a tirade of caustic humiliating remarks, saying she was crazy and her mind was warped as she slowly resumed her efforts by removing her clothing and her coveted high heels until she stood naked in front of him. Her clothing was now in a pile on the hard wooden floor between them. He was mute, almost fearful in his approach; she was enjoying his confusion between admiration and uncertainty. Unhurriedly she spoke, she began by gesturing to the floor and then leisurely raised her hand to draw attention to her toned and tanned body. She began to speak, staring him in the face, holding her head high as she spoke with factual confidence, “I never wanted anything from you but your love, you cannot buy me and you no longer own me, I am no longer yours, this is the last time she will see me naked” He motioned to speak but she extended her hand and held her palm gesturing for him to stop. Once he closed his mouth she continued, “I hope you and your money are very happy together, I will get what is rightfully mine and I will destroy you, I know too much for you to play games with me, your money will not save you, not anymore”.
With these as her parting words she left the room and knowing he wouldn’t follow her because her threat would have frozen him she went upstairs, called a cab, dressed in her gym wear and packed a bag. She had earned her own money and though it was not anything like the amount he had, it was enough. Tonight, she would check into a hotel and begin to formulate her plan. As the taxi pulled away from the imposing house that had once been her home she saw his silhouette in the front doorway and she swore she would never look back. She was emotionally and mentally naked, bent, but she knew she was not broken. Her nakedness would be her strength eventually, she had nothing to hide unlike the man she had left behind.