Society Wives

by Renee Flagler

  Chapter 31

  Nadalia

  Nadalia checked her calendar on her cell phone. Tonight was girl’s night, which the wives had scheduled the last time they went out to dinner. Nadalia thought the timing couldn’t be worse. She didn’t feel up to it, but also didn’t want to alert the girls to the fact that something was wrong.

  “I can get through this day!” she affirmed aloud. She’d been saying the same thing to herself each morning since her conversation with Angela. Moreover, just as Angela predicted, Sage’s weekend was filled with ‘meetings and appointments.’ None of which included her.

  The more she thought about it, the timing of the dinner was perfect. She needed an outlet. Hanging with them would be much better than sitting around the house wondering what Sage was doing or who he may have been doing it with.

  Nadalia would have to curtail her drinking tonight because she was picking up Angela early the next morning. After her emotionally tumultuous week, she was looking forward to being with Angela. She’d be able to talk about how this situation was affecting her with someone who would understand. There was no one else in her life that she’d dare breathe a word of this to.

  Nadalia put on make-up before heading to work. She sighed at her reflection in the mirror. No amount of concealer would hide the puffiness below her eyes. The weary lines in her face reflected exactly what she’d been feeling. Between his long working hours and being too preoccupied to notice, Sage hadn’t realized her sullen mood. They’d hardly spoken during the day. He was up and out before she woke in the morning, and returned home after she’d fallen to sleep at night. The one day he did manage to make it home at a decent hour, he was so exhausted that he skipped dinner and went straight to bed. Sage had always been a hard worker and if she found that he wasn’t cheating, she would feel like a fool.

  As she thought about the limited amount of time they had been spending together, her eyes watered. The excursion she planned was just a week away. Depending on what she and Angela found out, she wondered if their getaway would happen. If he were cheating on her, would she leave him?

  Nadalia squeezed her eyes shut. Sage loved her, she told herself. This she knew for sure. If he apologized, asked for forgiveness, promised her it would never happen again and then started paying her more attention, maybe she could give him this one pass. This could just be a bump on their way back to bliss. She wasn’t married to the idea of working past his possible infidelity, but she wasn’t ready to lose her husband.

  The more arrogant side of her was angry and even wondered how he could possibly cheat on a woman like her? She was accomplished and beautiful. Men told her that all of the time.

  Nadalia grabbed her concealer and dabbed a few spots under her eyes, covered her face with foundation, added thick smoldering layers of dark shadows on her lids, and coated her lips with a nude gloss. She looked more like she was going to a cocktail party rather than work, but at least her eyes looked ‘made up’ as opposed to weary.

  She got up, grabbed her purse and checked her cell phone as she headed out the door. Angela had called. Nadalia dialed her back through the car’s Bluetooth system as she pulled out of the driveway.

  “How are you doing?” Angela asked.

  “Not good. What about you?”

  “Me neither. I can’t believe I’m coming to New York to spy on my husband instead of shopping. I don’t even feel like shopping. Now that’s bad.” Angela gave up a weak laugh.

  Nadalia laughed slightly, too, but her face quickly turned into a frown and she fought back tears for the umpteenth time that morning. “I don’t know if I can do this, Ange.”

  “I know! This is so hard, but I have to know. I have to know what I’m fighting against and whoever these bimbos are, they need to know what they are up against. I’m not going to just give up my husband and my life...I just can’t.”

  “I’m so scared.” Nadalia sniffled and then eased to the side of the road to search her purse for tissue. Her make-up was running and the tears caused the mascara to sting her eyes. The ladies stayed on the line together, but no one spoke until Nadalia started driving again. “So are you all set to leave?”

  “Yes, I have a small bag and my mother is coming to get the kids tonight. They are staying with her until Monday. I figured I’d give myself an extra day or so before I go get them, depending on what I find when I get there.” Again long moments went by without words. “This is so scary. I’ve had jitters in my stomach for the past two days.”

  “Oh my goodness. You too? I haven’t slept.” Nadalia dabbed her face with the tissue. “My eyes look horrible. I called myself doing the whole smoky eye look so I won’t look so ragged at work today and now I just look like a sick raccoon!” This time both girls laughed genuinely.

  “I hate that we are going through this and I really hope we find nothing bad. It might sound crazy, but...at least we are not going through this alone. We have each other to lean on.”

  “I know what you mean.” They paused again. “Well, don’t forget to call me in the morning before you take off. I’ve got you set up for one night at the W Hotel. I figured we could have breakfast out here on Long Island before we head to the city for our...stake out.” Nadalia chuckled.

  “Yeah.”

  “So...see you tomorrow.”

  “Yeah. Bye.”

  Nadalia drove the rest of the way in silence just accompanied by her thoughts. She pulled into her designated spot at work and reapplied her eye make-up before getting out of the car. She put on her game face and marched into work with her head held high.

  Locking herself behind her office door, Nadalia ordered her assistant to make sure that she wasn’t disturbed unless there was an emergency. Almost two hours into her day, she came knocking.

  “What?” Nadalia yelled from her desk.

  “I have a delivery.” Her assistant’s voice sounded muffled through the door.

  “Come on in!” Nadalia pushed the sketchbook she was reviewing for the next season’s designs aside. As Anna entered, Nadalia folded her arms, making it seem like she was really annoyed by the disruption until she looked up. She was carrying an exotic arrangement of flowers so large that Nadalia couldn’t see her face as she brought them to her desk. She gasped, but recovered and made space on her desk for Anna to place the arrangement down. “Who is this from?”

  “Your husband, of course.” Anna looked at her quite confused.

  “Oh, yeah.” Nadalia chuckled. “He’s been in the dog house.”

  “Well, I’ll assume this will get him back in the big house! These are amazing.” Anna smiled and turned to exit Nadalia’s office and then turned back. “Let me know if you need anything.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “Do you still want your door closed?”

  “Yes! Thanks.” Nadalia’s answer was a lot more cordial.

  Once the door was closed, Nadalia spun the vase around and examined the exotic mix of flowers. She smiled at first and then covered her face and cried—again.

  Chapter 32

  Pearson

  Pearson lost count of how many times Niles had called her this morning. Now, he was checking on her again as if she were on suicide watch. Pearson had no intention of killing herself. Interestingly enough, she felt a part of her had come alive when her mother reached out to her and then that same part wanted to die when her mother delivered that dreadful blow about her impending death.

  Niles had taken the next day off and Pearson spent it crying in his arms. He went back to work the following day and Pearson spent most of that day drinking herself numb. She couldn’t wait for Niles to leave.

  Now she worked from home because her eyes were too swollen to face the public and her head felt like it was floating inside of a heavy cloud.

  Already, she had drunk half the bottle of vodka she opened in lieu of breakfast. It was her balm. She didn’t feel pain in the same way when she was drunk. Vodka made her feel lighter and whenever the heaviness returned, threatening to weigh her dow
n, she’d take another drink.

  Niles wouldn’t let her drink the day he stayed with her and every time she broke down, he’d pull her into a warm embrace. Though she appreciated his effort, the refuge his arms provided didn’t soothe her the same way. In his arms, she cried, but when she drank, she forgot.

  Pearson’s cell phone rang and she sent the call to voice mail and it rang again. Pearson didn’t feel like speaking to anyone and directed her assistant to respond to most of her calls through email, which had become her preferred method of contact for the day. Despite being intoxicated, she was handling business just fine. Her employees got the message, stopped calling, and started emailing and texting her all of their questions and updates.

  Pearson’s phone rang again and she rolled her eyes. Whoever this was wouldn’t relent. She at least looked at who was calling and saw Candice’s number. She felt a tightening in her chest.

  Holding her hand over the phone, she deliberated with herself. Tears had become her natural response. She’d been ignoring her mother’s calls because not only did she not know what to say, she didn’t know what to feel.

  When the phone vibrated again, Pearson turned the phone over and continued working.

  After a while, she got an email from Niles asking her to call him because she wasn’t answering her phone. She made that call.

  “Hey, babe,” she puffed up her voice so it wouldn’t sound so heavy.

  “I’ve been trying to call you. You had me worried.”

  “Sorry. I was wrapped up in work. I’m trying to tie up all the loose ends for this benefit. I only have a few weeks left.”

  “I know. How are you doing?”

  “Okay.”

  “We are playing at the restaurant in the Hamptons tonight. Why don’t you come with me? We’ll have some special guests and Mom and Dad would love to see you.”

  Pearson fished for a reason to say no. She felt better being alone with her bottle. Suddenly, she remembered. “Wait!”

  “What?” Niles responded.

  “Aw shoot! I think tonight is our girls night out.”

  “With who?”

  “Nadalia, Ryan and Vonita.”

  “Perfect! You should go. It will be good for you to get out.”

  Pearson didn’t completely agree, but would consider it. Then she thought about it. “Yeah.” She didn’t quite offer a definitive answer.

  “Oh, and your mother called me. She said she was trying to call you too, and didn’t get an answer. I told her that when you’re working, you sometimes get in a zone and you don’t take calls.”

  “Okay. I’ll call her back,” Pearson lied.

  Pearson reached for her glass and took another gulp of her vodka.

  She heard Niles sigh. “Don’t forget. She’s worried about you.” Pearson rolled her eyes. “I am too. I’ve got to go, but you better answer my call the next time or I’m coming home,” Niles threatened and she believed him. “I’ll be home a little early anyway so I can get ready for our set later tonight.”

  “Okay.”

  “Love you, baby.”

  “Love you back,” Pearson said and heard Niles toss her a kiss through the phone.

  “We’ll get through this. We can get through anything.”

  Pearson appreciated his support, but wasn’t sure how true his statement was. She had no idea how to get through this. Turning her phone back over, she worked for a little while longer before deciding that she would go ahead and get together with the girls. However, in order to do that, she’d need to see if she could be squeezed in for a facial. Her face and eyes were far too swollen to go out with that bunch and not be subject to a host of questions and she wasn’t ready to talk about her mother with anyone.

  Pearson sent one last email to her assistant letting her know she was headed off to appointments and wouldn’t be available for the rest of the day. Then, she headed to her bedroom, washed her face and applied a light coat of liner and mascara to mask some of the puffiness. She called up the spa to see if her regular girl was available for a massage and facial. She was able to be squeezed in, but would have to get to the spa in the next half hour.

  Pearson retrieved a travel mug from the cabinet and filled it to the brim with ice and vodka and headed out the door. She nearly dropped it along with her purse when she opened the door and found Candice standing on her steps.

  “What...what are you doing here?” Pearson felt like a little girl caught doing something naughty. “I’m about to leave.”

  “We need to talk, honey.”

  Pearson cringed when Candice said ’honey.’ “How did you know I was home?” she wondered aloud.

  “Niles told me. I called him when you were ignoring my calls.”

  “I wasn’t ignoring...” Candice gave Pearson the side eye. “I was working.”

  “I know, sweetheart. I work a lot, too.”

  “I’m sorry, but now is not a good time. I have an appointment.” Candice looked at her watch. “And if I don’t get going, I’ll miss it.”

  Candice released a long sigh. “Okay. Call me when you get back. If you don’t, I’m going to show back up.”

  Pearson’s shoulders slumped. “Fine. I’ll call you. But I won’t have much time then either because I have plans tonight.”

  “No problem. It won’t take all night.”

  “Fine.” Pearson stepped outside and turned her back to her mother to lock the door. “See you later, Ma,” she said as she hastened to her car.

  Pearson pulled out as Candice stood in her yard watching. She wondered how she could avoid running into her later that day as well. She just needed a little more time. Pearson opened her travel mug and downed half of the vodka, winced at the large gulp and drove off.

  Chapter 33

  Ryan

  Ryan was all cried out and had spent the last few days avoiding contact with everyone, including Anderson until he left an angry message on her cell phone, telling her she’d better call him ASAP or else. Ryan chuckled at this audacity and purposely took at least another hour to call him back.

  “Hello!” Anderson was obviously still angry.

  “What’s up?” Ryan’s response was nonchalant.

  “Where are you? I’ve been calling you. Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

  “I was taking a nap.”

  Anderson released something that sounded like a grunt. “I don’t like it when you don’t answer when I call.”

  In her head, Ryan repeated his words and then said, “You never answer my calls,” under her breath.

  “What did you say?” Anderson snapped at her.

  “Nothing.”

  “Listen. We are all wrapped up here. I’ll be home tomorrow.”

  Ryan was barely listening as he made awkward small talk. She realized how much their communication had diminished. She figured she might as well try her hand at being a little more firm.

  “Andy!” she said, interrupting him.

  “What!”

  “I saw those pictures of you in that paper.” Ryan’s lip trembled as she spoke. She couldn’t even recall the name of the tabloid.

  “What the hell are you talking about, Ryan?”

  “I saw the pictures, you’re on the cover with that woman from the movie and inside you’re at the beach together. I saw them. It was embarrassing.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Yes, you do. I’m not going to put up with this anymore Anderson.” Ryan felt strength coming from somewhere inside. “I’m tired of this.”

  “Are you threatening me?”

  Ryan stayed quiet for a moment and started pacing. “I’m just saying.” She heard Anderson suck his teeth. “What about the lady in the restaurant?”

  “What? Are we back to that again?”

  “I was there, Anderson.”

  At first he didn’t respond. “You were where, Ryan?”

  “At Tao, last week. I saw you myself.”

  Again, Anderson didn
’t respond right away and she heard him breathing hard into the phone. “How could you have seen me in Tao, Ryan?”

  She knew she was taking a risk admitting that she was in Manhattan. Right now she was less concerned about getting scolded and more concerned about the truth.

  “What were you doing in Manhattan?”

  “What were you doing in New York, in a restaurant with another woman?”

  “Ryan!” she heard a big bang as if he’d punched a wall or tossed the phone. “Don’t play with me, answer my question.”

  “Why can’t you answer mine?” She enjoyed her new boldness.

  “I was working. Now answer me.”

  “You came that close to home and didn’t even call your own wife?” Ryan was doing well and proud of it.

  “I’m not doing this with you. I’ll see you tomorrow and I want to see how much mouth you have when we are standing face-to-face.”

  He called her on her boldness and she felt her confidence deflate. She realized that he’d hung up on her and she swallowed hard. If she wasn’t pregnant, she’d have a drink. In all that audacious talking, she hadn’t thought about what she would have done if he were in front of her. She almost didn’t want him to come home.

  Ryan put her phone on the charger and started getting ready for her night out with the girls. Their dinner couldn’t come soon enough. Her nerves were frazzled and hanging out with them would be sure to help calm her down. Too bad she couldn’t ask them to come back home with her so they could be there when Anderson arrived.

  Ryan dressed for the night and left the house. They weren’t scheduled to meet for quite some time, but Ryan felt like she was suffocating and needed to get out. She could already feel Anderson’s rage.