Chapter 5 The Wife's Revenge (Wisdom)

• The last time she saw her belly three months ago, it was still flat. Now, it was big and circular as ever, as if she was now carrying a three-month baby.
• ‘Whore….’ Wisdom whispered in her mind. She was about to walk away from the meat section when the pregnant snake called her.
• “How are you, Wisdom?” It was not a thoughtful question. It was more of a mockery, an insult to let the other shoppers hear their conversation.
• “I’m fine,” Wisdom answered as bland as ever.
• Francine portrayed a so-called sweet face. “That’s great. Richard and I just went to the ob-gyn an hour ago. In fact, he’s here in the fruits section.” She pointed with her hand that was still holding a bag of tenderloin meat.
• “That’s good.” Wisdom answered back, looking wholly uninterested. If only she could sprint away as fast as a cheetah, she had long done it if the bitch didn’t spark a hideous conversation.
• “I heard you and Gerry are getting together, eh?”
• There it is again. Blaming her that she had an affair with her boss so that she will look like a cowering rat that was caught in a rat trap. She could no longer hold her tongue. This bitch deserves what she was about to do.
• So, she grabbed one of the meats that was still fresh with blood and threw it on her face—the face that was bombarded with lots of make-up.
• “Speak another word, and the next blood that will be splattered here will be coming from your body!” Wisdom shrieked, making the other shoppers jerked their head towards the two women.
• Richard, who was carrying peaches and Cortland apples, rushed towards the two women by the meat section.
• Francine, as if she was a Hollywood actress, cried and ducked as if a child throwing tantrums. Richard helped her stand and she was mumbling that Wisdom was the first one to attack her, threatening to hurt her. Wisdom just stared at them and crossed her arms. She already knew this was gonna end up in a drama show. Francine is such a bitch that uses crying as a form of self-defense. She’s utterly a dumb chicken; definitely a groin-loving whore.
• Richard was about to attack her as well when his hand was stopped by a man. The man was wearing a gray tuxedo and was absolutely taller than Richard. A “C.E.O.” name plate was situated by his left chest, just above his beating heart.
• “I am the C.E.O. of this grocery store. The three of you are making mayhem in the midst of a jolly morning. It’s better if you're gonna sort this up or am I gonna be the one to let it sort where the three of you gonna spend the rest of the day in the police station.”
• The man briefly looked at Wisdom from head to toe. He didn’t even glance at Francine, whose white lace dress was now stained in bloody red and was pretending to quiver as if she was the victim—as if she was the one being attacked. Pathetic.
• It was Wisdom who spoke this time. “We’ll sort this out. Sorry for the chaos caused by these two cheaters.”
• Well, that was badass. Richard looked at her with disbelief—not anger. Disbelief because, never in her life, Wisdom acted as badass and as merciless as ever. Well, time’s changing. Change is the only thing constant in this unrelenting world. The world that, if you’re not cruel too, you will definitely not survive even a year.
• She looked at Richard back, and then to the snake who was baptized as Francine. She then spoke with such a loud voice that could probably be heard by a whole auditorium.
• “Eyes here everyone! You see these two people over here…” Wisdom called the attention of all people and pointed at the two people in front of her with her index finger. “This man is my ex-husband, and this pregnant woman over here is my husband’s mistress before we were divorced. The day my house was on fire, which was also the day that burned our ten-month-old daughter to ashes, was the day that he spend her time with his mistress—playing with her abyss and blowing my husband’s horn. I am telling you this so that you’ll keep an eye on your girlfriends, wives, husbands, and boyfriends that these two will never steal them away from you, as they've done to me. Perhaps if there is an award for the cheaters of the year, these two would probably be worthy of that god-damned price. That’s all and thank you for your attention.”
• Wisdom then walked away straight into the exit door. Richard and Francine were speechless and petrified. The C.E.O. was actually smirking while shaking his head.
• The whole store’s eyes were not on Wisdom who was walking away like a murderer walking away from a crime scene. No. The people’s eyes were on the two cheaters who had probably been nailed on the floor they were standing on.