My Blind Wife Wants Divorced

Who knows how many glasses of alcoholic drinks have entered and moistened her throat? Her eyes have been wandering, observing other visitors who have merged with the dance floor. Some are chatting with joyful faces or being flirted with, or maybe they do the flirting. Ester doesn’t care. What she cares about now is being trapped here. Oh no, she didn’t accidentally end up here.

This is one of the many ways she avoids the many things that occupy her mind. The suffering, disappointment, anger, and even hatred that has taken over her heart are beyond salvageable.

“One more,” she said, handing over her empty glass.

“But, miss. This is already your fourth glass.”

“One more.” Ester doesn’t care about Sofi’s objections, who has been by her side since earlier. Several times, her annoying assistant tried to persuade her to go home. At least rest at the hotel before having to return to New York City tomorrow. Since this beautiful model returned to her room after meeting her lover, it wasn’t joy that showed on her face. Instead, it was a burst of anger, and true enough, all her neatly arranged belongings on the dressing table were scattered.

This made Sofi panic and try to calm her down. Although she accepted her somewhat harsh words, at least Ester didn’t go too far. Sofi was sure something had happened between Ester and Leonel. But what? Should she continue the discussion when Ester visited the man’s office who always wore suits and shirts so neatly? Sofi wanted to ask, but looking at Ester’s expression, she felt their problem was not trivial.

Since learning about the intimate relationship between Leonel and the model, Sofi couldn’t say much. There was a sense of restraint dominating her heart if she intended to give her opinion. Besides Ester’s strong personality, Sofi felt it wasn’t her business. She was only helping to ward off media publications about Ester’s personal affairs, including romantic matters.

“Miss,” Sofi called out. She gently took the glass that the bartender had just served. That rude bartender even winked at her, making Sofi grumble in annoyance because she didn’t want to listen to Ester’s drunkenness anymore.

“What?” snapped Ester, her eyes glowering. The inner corners of her eyes were already red from the influence of the drinks she had consumed. The pungent aroma from her mouth indicated that this beautiful woman in a maroon dress was already drunk. “Don’t bother me, Sofi!”

“Miss, that’s enough. We have to go back to New York City tomorrow.”

Ester hissed in protest. She forcefully brushed off Sofi’s hand that had been restraining her arm. “What am I supposed to do in New York City, huh?!”

“Miss Ester.” Sofi still tried to hold onto the model. She glanced around, silently signaling for help from security or anyone to drag Ester back to the car. Or Rio. Right! Why didn’t she think about Rio? Indeed her co-worker was still faithfully waiting for them in the parking lot. “Let’s go home. I’ll call Rio to pick us up.”

“You’re so annoying, Sofi!” Ester snapped, unwilling to accept it. “What do you know about going home, huh?”

“Home, Miss. The most comfortable place for us to return to after the exhaustion of trying to prove to others that we are capable.” Sofi said that out of nowhere. Her words slipped out as she realized Ester’s eyes reflected so much pain. The sadness gave Sofi a little courage to interrupt Ester’s activities here.

“Comfortable?” Ester shook her head slowly. She was already standing but swaying. It felt like there was a local earthquake hitting her. Luckily Sofi’s hand. Oh God, why is Sofi always by her side? It made her unable to move freely even though the music was calling her with its pounding rhythm. She didn’t care about the newly ordered glass that Sofi just pulled away. That insolent girl! “What do you know about comfort, Sofi?” Ester snapped, tilting her face slightly towards Sofi.

Damn it, the girl who became her assistant didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled and nodded as if understanding what Ester was feeling now. Ah, she must be pretending to know how much she was hurt by Leonel’s audacious behavior earlier. She never imagined the man she wholeheartedly loved could inflict such a deep wound on her heart.

What did he say earlier today?

That he wanted to continue their marriage?

BULLSHIT!!!

“Let’s go home, Miss,” Sofi again persuaded her. “If there are nosy journalists, your image can be ruined on the spot.”

“Ew!” Ester pushed Sofi slightly to release her. She moved, although she ended up on the crowded dance floor. The DJ’s half-shouting voice urged her to keep moving her body to the beat as if hypnotizing Ester to come closer. Closer.

“Hey.” Sofi didn’t care if she got hit. Ester’s actions were getting dangerously erratic. Luckily, she quickly sent a message to Rio, and now the man was beside her. “Come on, Rio. Let’s take Miss Ester back to the hotel.”

“Is everything okay, Miss Sofi?” Rio asked with a hint of fear. “I might get fired again.”

“Miss Ester would fire me first,” Sofi replied, smiling. “It’s okay; what’s important is that Miss Ester doesn’t put herself in danger here, Rio.”

The driver, who had been with Ester for about two years, knew the model’s assistant genuinely cared for Ester in a good way. “Okay, Miss,” Rio said, having no choice but to comply. Sofi was right. Why was Ester acting like this? She had never set foot in such a noisy place before.

Although Ester’s line of work allowed her to immerse herself in the hustle and bustle of places like this, she rarely visited such venues in New York City, except for parties held at a club rented by her other colleagues, which were more private and kept confidential. Models and news-hungry journalists were both mutually destructive and beneficial.

Models needed journalists to boost their fame. They needed social media to elevate their names and showcase their popularity with specific brands. That’s what Ester did on her well-managed social media accounts handled by Sofi.

Journalists sometimes sought news from a model’s downfall, no matter what it was. Whether it was a scandal, drugs, or misbehavior outside the production house that supported them, journalists of this kind could usually ruin the carefully built image of a model in the blink of an eye.

“Leave, all of you!” Ester shouted then. Her eyes grew fiercer as she stared at every person working for her. “Don’t meddle in my affairs!”

“Miss, let’s go home,” Sofi continued to persuade her. But the hand holding Ester’s hand was abruptly shaken off.

“Leave, all of you!”

“Miss, you’ve had enough to drink.” This time it was Rio speaking. Perhaps his considerable strength overwhelmed Ester slightly, but she insisted on not leaving the place that had kept her calm for a while. Why did these two always enjoy meddling in her affairs?All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“What’s going on here?” a man asked, his eyes fixed on Ester’s appearance since earlier. Ever since he witnessed the commotion at the bartender’s table and the beautiful woman being forced to leave, he knew there was a new target for him tonight.

“Nothing, sir,” Sofi immediately intervened, signaling Rio to take Ester out of the room. How dare this man interfere?

“But unfortunately, this beautiful woman knows me. Isn’t that right, darling?” The man laughed with a sly grin that became more apparent.

Ester nodded with a wide smile. Her body was now leaning against the arms of this unfamiliar man, whom she believed to be kind. He freed her from the suffocating situation caused by the two people supposed to be loyal to her. Sofi and Rio were such a nuisance! She would settle the score with them tomorrow before returning to New York City! Who were they anyway? Just some people who worked for her, right? Not people who controlled her life.

It was up to her how she wanted to be. Her body was hers. Everything she did was a reflection of her awareness as an adult woman. Was it wrong for her to get drunk just to vent her frustration over Leonel? Where was that damn man? Ah, or had he returned to New York City? Embracing his disabled wife at home? Ignoring her, who patiently waited for the day he would prove his love in front of the altar?

Damn it.

That’s what made her grip the edge of the shirt of the unfamiliar man now staring at her. His gaze was sharp and alluring. It shocked Ester as she reached out her hand to touch his face. “Handsome boy,” she chuckled.

“Wanna dance?” the man offered, tightening his half-embrace. His hand had already taken hold of Ester’s slender hips. It fit perfectly in his hands. Especially if that body was on top of him, swaying in sync with the rhythm they would create in a rented room at that moment.

Not to mention the face of the woman that had already extinguished his sanity; aside from being beautiful, this woman seemed to have a certain charisma that aroused his sexual desire. They had just made physical contact, but Kendra Hajasa, the man’s name, wanted this woman more than anything. What was her name again? Ah, they could get acquainted in bed. What mattered most was that, besides fulfilling his desires, this woman seemed to need another form of release.

Perhaps great sex before they regained their senses. Or maybe the woman realized what they were doing.

“Yes! I’ve been wanting to dance. You know, the music is enjoyable.” Ester stumbled a bit, but she accepted the assistance the man provided. She didn’t care about Sofi and Rio calling her. And “What are you doing?!”