The Mafia Matriarch

"What is it? Huh. What the hell is this Frank Finch?" I screamed at him at the top of my lungs, my heart beating like it was about to explode in my chest.

Frank gulped and stared at me like he was a deer caught in headlights. He let me stand in silence as he thought of what exactly he would say to me to make this all go away. While I waited and my emotions were about to bleed out, the sheets rustled and a strawberry-blonde-haired woman popped up. Combined with the fact that she looked very young to be with a thirty-year-old man, she had on a full face of make-up. Something that Frank swore up and down that he hated. The girl in the sheets stared at me for a moment and then glared.

"Who are you?" She asked, her brows furrowing in annoyance.

"Who am I? I'm his wife." I answered a bit sarcastically, as if she should have known that piece of information while I shoved my hand in her face, showing her the ring that was still on my ring finger. 

"Who are you?" I questioned her back, desperately wanting answers.

"You can't..." The mistress began until Frank shut her up.

"Stop it Marc." Frank ordered her.

I frowned as this Marc character rolled her eyes.

"Marc? Isn't that a man's name?" I queried my cheating husband, confused at what was going on.

"What do you think?" Marc blurted out with sarcasm and a hint of pride before Frank could stop her. Well, I suppose him, as it had been revealed to me. My mouth dropped. This can't be happening. 

I scoffed, shocked and still a little bit disgusted that my husband did this to me. My hands unconsciously rose to cover up my exposed body. At first, I wanted my husband to see me for who I was and love me, but now I felt like I was being stripped down and molested just by him and his lover's prying eyes. By two men. It was like a slap in the face.

"So, you had the audacity to cheat on me, and you did it with a man?" I questioned my husband, my eyes widening at the realization. 

"Who are you calling a man?" Marc screamed at me, like I had offended him.

"Hey, shut up! That's enough." Frank shouted back at him before he turned to me and spoke in a calm manner.

"Alexia. This is a mistake." Frank assured me, his face contorting in slight fear. 

"You call cheating on me a mistake." I shouted at him, with no doubt an incredulous look on my face.

There was silence as Frank didn't speak up again to defend himself. 

"How long?" I asked, not wanting to look at him anymore. I just needed to know and get out of there.

"Alexia." Frank tried to divert the conversation, but I stood firm.

"How long Frank? You at least owe me that after all this." I said, with tears welling up in my eyes as if I already knew the damning answer to that question.

"Two years." He told me. I blinked, my eyes watering.

"Has it only been him?" I prodded more. 

"No." Frank answered, his voice strained. 

"Why? I have been nothing but a faithful and devoted wife to you for four years. Why did you do this?" I asked, the tears already flowing down my face in torrents as I sniffled. Frank's countenance changed as if he had a change of heart or something. I thought I was just seeing things, but when he spoke next, I knew that I was right. This was not the man I fell in love with. 

"I just didn't find you attractive. You were boring, and I was looking for something more."

"Boring? Have you forgotten that you made me dress up and act this way? I was an independent woman. A freaking lawyer with her life ahead of her and you, with the promise of love and children, turned me into this. I gave up my life for you and this is how you repay me." I asked him, not believing what I was hearing.

"Don't blame me for your choices. I didn't force you to be who you are now. Yes, I did pursue you because you were a firecracker, but that was then. My tastes have changed since then. I'm into other things. Other people." Frank stated without any remorse for what he had done to me over the years, his face no longer apologetic but now stoic and composed. He meant what he had said. He didn't love me. He never did.

I glanced between him and Marc, my feelings running all over the place. Still, I had one last question.

"Is this the reason why you didn't want to have children with me? Is it because of the multiple affairs?"

Frank sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"I wanted children, just not with you. In all honesty, the women I've been with are all capable of giving me children. From CEOs to bankers. Hell, even a doctor. If I have the cream of the crop, why would I settle for a woman with nothing? Why would I settle for less?" He said with slight resentment in his voice.

I stared at him frozen to the spot. Me. Less? When he made me this way. When I did all this to please him. My sadness was washed out and anger flooded my mind. I saw red.

"You know what? To hell with you Frank. You and your man."

"Hey." Marc exclaimed with a cocked eyebrow, as if I didn't have a right to be angry. He sneered at me, baring his teeth like he was a dog. 

"If you want this marriage to be over so badly, then you'll get it. You'll get the divorce papers you so desperately want." I screamed at him.

"And do you think that's wise? I've been providing for you for four years and I know that you don't have any savings. If you leave me, then you'll suffer on the street." Frank asked me in a mocking and condescending tone.

I look at him, wondering how I fell in love with this man in the first place. I grimaced at him and, without a word, I stormed out of the room. I grabbed my phone, purse and my coat from the couches in the living area and bolted out of the room. It didn't take long for me to enter the empty elevator and press the button for the first floor, and it took even less time for me to put on my coat as I cried my eyes out in solitude.

The elevator had arrived at the first floor and opened, allowing me access into the lobby. I walked quickly, not wanting to be noticed by anyone. I walked out of the building and into the cold night, wrapping my coat tighter around my body and trying to keep my tears at bay.

As if the universe was against me, it began to rain. The rain soaked me from head to toe, but I didn't bother running for shelter. My heart was already broken, there was no point in acting any other way. I was going to take my sweet time getting to my car. In about three minutes of me being assaulted by the rain, I got to the garage and got into my car. As I stared at my driving wheel, I couldn't help but wonder if it was really love or was I deceived into that charade of a marriage. Four years of my life disappeared in the blink of an eye. I groaned and hit my head on the wheel, partly blaming myself for not seeing the signs and blaming Frank for making me feel this way. I slammed my hands repeatedly on the wheel, trying to beat out my frustrations with the thing. This was all my fault. How had I been that stupid?

Just then, a thought popped into my head. I hadn't had decent sex for three years of my life. Hell, I hadn't had any since Frank was always too busy for me. I figured that if I wanted to get the image of Frank out of my head, then I had to get under someone else. I needed a reprieve and a drink paired with either a man or a woman on my arm would do just the job. I pressed the power button in my car and drove off into the night, already knowing the club that I wanted to lose all my inhibitions and let loose. Frank was not going to ruin this night for me.