Chapter 2
"Ann, are you ok", Chakrit questioned as he saw his wife dash wildly into the room and guests startled in her path.
"I need to talk to you", she huffed out of breath, "I just heard...just heard". Ann couldn't finish the sentence as her tears threatened to overflow.
"Its ok. Whatever it is, I'll take care of it. Ok? But right now, we have to entertain our guests", he soothed and gently wiped away her tears.
"We're ok, right?", Anne whispered gently. She didn't have the courage to ask more or mention the "L" word.
"Of course. Now go straighten up in the bathroom", he motioned.
Ann obediently left for the bathroom but left with her own thoughts, she couldn't stand not knowing Khun Chakrit's opinion on the divorce.
She rushed out and searched the main ballroom but couldn't find her husband. Over the course of the next hour, she searched the entire house and finally faced her shyness, to ask a nearby servant if she had seen Khun Chakrit.
"Khun Chakrit left about 10 minutes ago", the servant replied. Damn!, thought Anne frustrated. She tried his cell phone a half a dozen times but it went straight to voicemail.
Where would he be, after a party?, Anne mused. It was sad that she still knew so little about her husband - nothing about his hobbies, his friends, his favorite hangouts but Chakrit had never been inclined to share and Anne had little confidence to ask.
Anne decided that anything was better than sitting at home so she decided to hit the strip of streets containing some of Bangkok's elite clubs. At her fourth club, rather ostentatious with more half-naked girls on poles than drinks, she finally found Chakrit - situated in a VIP booth with his back to the main floor of the club. As she approached eagerly, she was stopped by a stripper suddenly draping herself all over Chakrit. Chakrit merely laughed, patted the girl's bottom and gave her a bill. Chakrit's face looked relaxed and happy, and when the stripper had come, his eyes had darkened with a feral desire that Anne had never seen before.
Its ok. All men just play around but he doesn't really mean anything by it, Anne reassured herself before continuing on her way to Chakrit's booth.
But as she inched closer to the VIP booth, the sound of her own name stopped her still.
"Man, I don't know how you do it...with that lard-ass wife of yours", one of Chakrit's friends laughed.
"Don't talk about her like that!", Chakrit barked and Anne smiled in relief. He had defended her!
Chakrit relaxed and patted his friend on the back. "Besides, in the dark, all pussy cats purr the same", he mocked, "Imagine for over 2 billion dollars, would you close your eyes and do it just one night a week."
His friends howled in laughter and catcalled their approval.
"Besides, her father just called me yesterday. I might be getting a replacement soon...hello, sweet little sister-in-law", Chakrit barked drunkenly.
Anne never knew how she got out of the club that day because in her numb, broken body and spirit, ran just one litany, "He doesn't love me, He wants the divorce, He doesn't love me, He wants the divorce."
For hours, she dazedly walked the Bangkok streets as images of their life flashed in her mind. Him thanking her for ironing his shirts, his laughing at her jokes at their handful of dates, him saying that it would be ok.
Anne suddenly heard a horn blast and was pushed roughly to side by a passing motorcycle. "Get the hell of the way, you stupid bitch. If you want to die, why does it have to be my vehicle."
"Die, Die, Die", a new litany ran through her head. Anne kept walking till she found herself on a bridge and looking at the murky, black water. Who would miss me if I died?, thought Anne, "It would probably make it easier for everyone if I wasn't around. Yes!" After making her decision, she stepped up to ledge and...
her family wants her to be replaced by may and anne loves chakrit so much but he doesn't really love....fight for what is yours anne^^
