Page 53 of The Wives

“Yes, a little bit. Not enough. I have bill collectors knocking down my door. It’s stressful.”

“If you’re not in a relationship, why didn’t he just send you the money? Why did he have to come here?”

Her mouth tightens, a flesh-colored slash on her face. I realize then that she’s a lonely, bitter woman, not the picture of power and grace that I’d imagined. Oh, when our idols fall, I think to myself. I prefer the version of her that I made up in my head, the one that made me feel insecure.

“Our dog died,” she says. “And he wanted to tell me in person that he’d have more for me soon. A business transaction that’s going to pay out in a few weeks.”

So he wasn’t lying about the dog. I wonder if he’s lying about the business transaction. Seth closes on accounts all the time. His clients call him efficient and hardworking. He has one bad review on Yelp, which he stresses about weekly. His payouts on jobs are sufficient but not large enough to pay off big debts—or buy back big houses.

I test out the name of their dog. “Smidge?”

Regina looks at me in horror. “How did you know that?”

“Seth told me,” I say, shrugging. He told me things, too, I think. I just never know what’s true and what’s not.

She blinks rapidly as she looks away, like she can’t believe he’d do such a thing.

“I haven’t been able to throw her things away yet.” She nods to a space between the TV stand and the kitchen where a basket of dog toys still sits. It’s overflowing with bright balls and stuffed toys—a spoiled dog.

“Did you have sex when he came here?”

Regina’s head snaps toward me, her face a mask of outrage. “How dare you,” she says. But there’s something there, concealed behind the anger...admission.

“You did.” I swipe my hair behind my ears. I don’t feel anything; of course I don’t. I know Seth has been having sex with his other two wives this entire time. I just made sure the sex with me was better than anything they could offer. I was more waxed, more flexible, more responsive to his touch. Regina is back to just blinking.

“Why are you pretending with me? Seth is acting like I’m crazy, making up the entire story about his relationships with you and Hannah. I just want the truth.”

“I don’t know Hannah,” Regina says. “And I’ve already told you that we’ve been over for a long time.” Her legs are folded up underneath her, and I can’t help but think it’s to make her appear taller, like those heels she wears.

I shake my head. I’m not crazy. I’m not.

Her nostrils flare and I can see her chest rising and falling as she takes in short bursts of air. She’s trying to keep control. But for what reason? She stands up and moves toward the door and I know she’s about to tell me to leave. I have to do something, make her talk to me.

“I lost a baby...” The words tumble from my mouth and end with a dragging pain across my chest.

Regina freezes, her back to me.

It all started when I lost my baby. My life began to unravel, string by string. I may have been too consumed with grief to see the signs then, but I see them all now. Seth’s detachment, his wanting another woman, his preoccupation with sex when we were together. I was no longer the woman he wanted to talk to, I was the woman he wanted to fuck. That’s what my usefulness boiled down to in the end.

“I was five months pregnant. I had to...” I swallow the welling of emotion. I need to get this out. “I had to give birth to him.”

Out of the corner of my eye I see her turn around to face me. I look up at her; her face is horrified, her mouth slack and her eyes large. He never told her. I bite the inside of my cheek and force myself to keep talking.

“He had red hair...just a little bit...but it was red. I don’t even know where that came from. No one in my family has red hair...”

Talking about my baby validates his existence here, even if it was brief. He was so tiny and his red hair was more just a dusting of orange. The nurses had marveled at it, which only made me sadder. At the time I’d held on to that little detail, his body so small it was lost in the blanket they’d wrapped him in. I was allowed to hold him for a few minutes, my mind jumping between wonder and grief. I made this. He’s dead. I made this. He’s dead. I’d not named him, though Seth wanted to. Naming him made his death real and I’d wanted to forget.

Everything I keep so carefully guarded is welling up inside of me, my tear ducts burning.

“Seth’s mother,” Regina says softly.

I swallow hard. I’d never even seen a picture of his parents. Seth told me that they didn’t care for having their photo taken.

“She did?” I want her to say more. I need her to.

“Yes. Long and beautiful.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “What happened to them? How did they die?”

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