The photos
The photos
"Fuck!" Alex exclaimed. 'How can one moment be this sweet and sour?' he thought
"Why does my husband have pictures of you?" Gisele asked again.
"Why don't you ask the so-called husband of yours how he managed to lay his hands on these pics, because I so badly want to know too." Alex responded.
"He is your father." Gisele scolded.
"Yes, and he has provocative pictures of my fiancee." Alex retorted.
"How would your father take pictures of her without her posing for him?"
"Well, you should be answering that question, after all, we both know the man you married."
Lara wore a confused look as she stared from mother to son and back.
They argued back and forth, oscillating between English and French.
"Take a look at this," Alex picked up one of the photos among the bulk, "this here, was taken today, just a few hours ago." He showed his mother the photo.
It was of Lara in her bikini by the pool earlier, there were a bunch of photos from today, taken from different angles.
"How do you know that?" Gisele asked, a little bit calmly this time.
"Because I joined her later in the pool." Alex said. "Did you show them to your husband?"
"Yes."
"And what did he say?"
"He said that Lara let him snap her. At first I did not believe she'll do something like that, but then he showed me their chats."
"Chats ?" Alex asked in disbelief, he turned to look at Lara, who also looked confused to stupor.
"Yes, on WhatsApp."
"But I don't even have your father's number registered on my phone." Lara said.
"It's impossible, I saw your name and your profile picture." Gisele said.
Alex narrowed his eyes.
"That is impossible." Lara argued.
"Where's dad?" Alex rushed out of the room to fetch him before anyone could say anything.
"Ma, I have just your number because you called me, I rarely talk with your husband, you have to believe me." Lara tried to vindicate herself.
"What would you do if you were in my shoes?" Gisele asked.
"I definitely would be...p…. pissed." Lara ended her sentence with a blob.
"Excuse me." She said in a whisper as she dashed to the bathroom.
Gisèle's eyes bulged out as realization dawned on her.
"Where did you and dad have the conversation?" Alex asked as he rushed back to the room.
He looked around and noticed Lara's absence, and his mom's eyes glued to the direction of the bathroom.
"How long has that been going on?" His mother asked, ignoring his question.
"What Ma?"
"Her, the puking?"
"Oh…" he scratched his head nervously.
"We just found out."
"Oh Seigneur !" (Oh Lord). Gisèle held her hand over her mouth, suppressing the mixed emotions of laughter and tears that dominated her face.
Her eyes shone brightly, reflecting genuine happiness and at the same time a stream of tears ran down her eyes.
"Mon Dieu, elle est enceinte ?" (My God, she is pregnant?)
"Yes Momma." Alex smiled.
"I am going to be a grandma?" Gisele asked in a cracked voice.
"Yes, Mother."
Lara walked in with a pale look on her face, she paused when she saw Gisele crying.
"What happened?" She asked in fright.
"My dad has disappeared." Alex replied.
"Oh no!" Lara exclaimed.
"Quoi" (what?) Gisele was confused.
"What are you guys talking about?" She asked.
"Huh?" Lara too was trying to wrap her head around what was going on and at the same time deal with her churning stomach.
"I said that Dad is not home." Alex repeated.
"Is it really important right now?" Gisele asked.
Alex shrugged.
Gisele sighed, rushed over to Lara and took her in her arms.
"So when is the wedding?" Gisele looked at the both of them with a bright smile, requesting for an answer.
Both Lara and Alex exchanged looks with no one saying anything.
"You guys are gonna get married right?" Gisele asked.
"Are you ready to divorce him now too? Because clearly he is cheating on you again, and he was also secretly filming her, that is enough reason for you to leave him." Alex said, drastically changing the topic.
Gisèle's face dropped, her smile faded. She let go of Lara, all the joy and happiness that was prominent on her face a few seconds ago disappeared.
