My husband promised me that he would never come home late again, but on the night of our third anniversary, he broke his promise.

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As he stepped closer Amina couldn't help but notice a fresh bruise on his top neck and the fragrance of a female's perfume.

None of those were from her.

The smell of the perfume was awfully similar to the secretary at Henry's office.

After discovering an unexpected red lipstick stain on his collar, she knew he was cheating.

"I guess you were too busy to even remember." A chuckle escaped Amina's lips, a chuckle that was anything but humorous.

"Happy three year anniversary."

She spat at him and furiously marched up the stairs.

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Three years ago on this very day Amina would have considered herself to be the luckiest woman on earth. Amina Jones got married to the love of her life Henry Jones. She could have sworn that he was God's greatest gift. These past few months have completely changed her perception on who her once beloved, now enstranged husband swore he was.

She had already called Henry seven times and seven times she was met with the prerecorded voice telling her to try again. He was supposed to be here at 18:00 pm. It was already 21:23 pm and still no sign of Henry. A normal wife would have been worried sick about the where being of their husband, but nothing about this situation was normal. He had continuosly been showing up late for the past few months and that was even if he decided to show up.

Amina began doubting herself and wondering why she even convinced herself that tonight would have been any different as if the heavens above would have miraculously answered her prayers and made her unfaithful husband see the light.

The bubbling anger inside of her was begging to erupt. Amina had woken up in the morning with a little bit of faith and was willing to prepare all of his favourite dishes for tonight to celebrate their three year anniversary.

She was sat on the far end of the dining room table looking at an empty chair where her husband was meant to be.

The two chairs were seperated by a table on which she had placed dimly lighted candles with a slight scent of vanilla, a generous platter of all his favourite meals, red wine and fancy cutlery all untouched. The sight only infuriated her. It was as if they were all staring back at her, mocking and taunting her for even thinking he would care to show up. Looking at her as if she was deserving of this situation.

Amina had put effort into tonight, with her last bit of energy she made sure that the set up was perfect, she was hoping that tonight could have given enough time and reason for them to fix their problems. She had straightened her hair, put on some makeup and wore a tightly fitting red dress that accentuated all her curves, the curves which her husband would shamelessly praise anytime he got the chance to. She felt a tear trickle down her eyes and landed on her untouched and newly bought ceramic plate.

She couldn't do this anymore. Why did she even bother? She couldn't help but feel like he didn't love her anymore after she lost his baby that she was carrying. Henry reassured her that it was not her fault and things like this happened often. She started to wonder if she didn't lose their child he probably wouldn't have lost his love for her.

The miscarriage was a topic that was carefully avoided in the Jones' household. It had both affected them deeply even though they both didn't want to admit it, there was an obvious drift between the two lovers. Henry had tried so hard to comfort his wife but in the back of his head he couldn't help but wonder if the loss of their child was her fault. He would often stay up after putting his miserable wife to sleep to search for the causes of miscarriages. As silly as it sounded he read on an untrustworthy site that high caffeine intake could increase chances of miscarriages.

Henry knew just how much his wife had loved coffee and had atleast two cups a day. He knew he shouldn't have been thinking like that but to a certain extent a false answer to his restless nights gave him some comfort that his suffering wife couldn't provide.

After the miscarriage they became emotionally detached from each other, they couldn't bother themselves to check up on each other and perhaps that was the reason why Henry had found it so easy to cheat on her. He convinced himself that it wasn't really cheating because he had drifted so far away from Amina emotionally,physically and mentally.

Just as she was about to blow the candles out, the front door opened and in walked Henry. The man she still loved, the man who used to love her.

"Where were you Henry?" Amima asked in between her silent sobs which she was sure he didn't even care to notice.

"Sorry love, I had to stay a little later to catch up on some work. Business is getting quite hectic with the new trials and stuff." A lie he often told her. The sound of his voice nauseated her. A voice she used to love, now only capable of breaking the little trust she had left in him.

"Ok." She silently whispered and headed upstairs. Amina had told herself to give up. It was as if the universe was working against her. She was telling herself to accept her sad but inexorable fate. One that couldn't be escaped, the more she tried the more the ugly truth prevailed.

"What is all this for?" Henry asked in confusion his eyes shifting towards the beautifully set up dining table. He knew it wasn't any of their birthdays. His mind was too clouded with thoughts of his mistress. He hoped that today was not a day of any significance but even with the little common sense he had, he knew today was a special day and it was killing him that he couldn't figure out what it was.

He hardly ever saw Amina get dressed after the loss of their baby. He had wanted to comfort her but he was emotionally unavailable. The thrill of being a dad excited him so much that when he received the tragic news he couldn't help but feel crushed. Purely and utterly crushed.

Amina looked at him in disbelief. She felt like she was repeatedly being stabbed in the heart by her lover More tears reached the surface of her eyes and silently poured down, a contrast to the turmoil she was feeling inside. When his green eyes met her brown eyes he noticed the glossiness of them and approached her carefully.

As he stepped closer Amina couldn't help but notice a fresh bruise on his top neck and the fragrance of a female's perfume. None of those were from her. The smell of the perfume was awfully similar to the secretary at Henry's office. Bailey was the name. Amina had always felt slightly threatened by her. She was beautiful, a blonde bombshell with captivating blue eyes with a thin and tall frame.

Amina couldn't help but feel jealousy and hatred towards Bailey. She was probably a better match for Henry than she could ever be. She knew that people were not so keen on their relationship. Amina would think that people saw Henry to be better fitted for a white woman rather than a black one. Henry and Bailey would have a conventional relationship, one that didn't cause people to frown and feel uncomfortable.

" I guess you were too busy to even remember." A chuckle escaped Amina's lips, a chuckle that was anything but humorous. "Happy three year anniversary." She spat at him and furiously marched up the stairs.