Matt Confronts Gina

“What are you talking about?  Gina hasn’t lost the baby.”

Anna stared at him in horror.  “Oh, no.  She didn’t tell you!”

Matt’s face turned pale. “Gina lost the baby?”

Anna stared at him, mortified. “Oh, Matt, I’m so sorry.” She was close to tears. “I–I thought you knew.”

“I had no idea.” He couldn’t believe that this was happening.

“I’m so sorry. I wish I hadn’t said anything.”

“How long ago was this?”

“Three weeks ago.”

Three weeks ago? And not one word to him. Why? Having a miscarriage wasn’t something that a wife would normally keep from her husband but Gina had done exactly that. Why? He was going to find out.

“I have to go,” he informed Anna tightly. He had to get away from there and go some place where he could think–make sense of what Anna just told him before he confronted Gina.

“Matt, I’m really sorry.”

“You did what Gina should have done.” He turned and walked abruptly away.

Anna watched him go. She could hear her mother saying to her, “Anna, there are two things in life which you should avoid at all costs, Candy coated cavities and jaw breaking blunders . You have a mouthful of beautiful teeth but if you don’t take care of them because of your weakness for candy, you will end up getting cavities. And never say something in a careless and thoughtless manner or you will live to regret it. So, take care of your teeth and watch your mouth.”

Oh, Mama, I made a really terrible blunder which end up wrecking a marriage and costing me my job. Tears blinded her as she made her way down the sidewalk to her condo building. It would be a very long time before she would be able to forgive herself for what she had just done. Poor Matt. The expression on his face was going to haunt her for the rest of her life.

Matt got into his car, his mind spinning and drove a quiet spot where he could be alone with his thoughts. He went to Bluffer’s Park and walked along the beach. He was there until after the sun set. It was dark by the time he got home.

Gina was in the living-room when she heard Matt’s car drive up.

“When were you going to tell me?”

Gina stared warily at Matt. He looked absolutely livid. “Tell you what?” she asked.

“That you had a miscarriage.”

Her heart lurched and the color drained from her face. “Who-who told you I had a miscarriage?”

“Never mind who told me. Is it true?”

She felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Should she deny it but how was she going to explain not having a swollen abdomen anymore? And if she admitted it she was afraid of his reaction. “Matt–“

“I want the truth, Gina.”

“Ok. It’s true. I had a miscarriage.”

He glowered at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I–I wanted to wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“I wanted to wait for the right moment to tell you.”

“What about when it happened? That would have been the time to tell me.”

“I–I didn’t even know that I had miscarried. It was when I went to the doctor and he told me.”

“Was it when you went for your regular pre-natal check up that he discovered that you had miscarried?”

She hesitated. “No, it wasn’t during one of my regular visits. I–I was having a brownish discharge and I wasn’t experiencing nausea and breast soreness anymore so I made an appointment and went to find out what was going on and that’s when he told me that I had lost the baby.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about the discharge and the other things you noticed? Why didn’t you ask me to go with you to your appointment?”

“Things were so strained between us that I didn’t think that you would want to be involved.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to be involved?” he demanded. “It was my baby too!”

“Well, if you really cared about the baby, you wouldn’t have wanted a separation.”

“The separation had nothing to do with the baby or Cam. And there’s no excuse for you not telling me about the miscarriage. If I hadn’t found out about it, you would have continued pretending that you were pregnant. Tell me, Gina, what would you have done when it was time for you to have the baby?”

Her face suffused with color. “If you had been a husband, I wouldn’t have had to pretend. I would have gotten pregnant again and–“

Matt’s face turned pale. “That’s why you were trying to get me to have sex with you,” he said. “If I had obliged you, you would gotten away with your deception.”

“You didn’t want to have sex with me because of that miserable trollop.”

“Leave Mel out of this.”

“It’s all her fault. If it weren’t for her throwing herself at you and you encouraging her, I wouldn’t have gotten stressed out and lost the baby–“

“So, now you’re blaming Mel and me for the miscarriage. You really are a piece of work. I regret the day I met you. My life would be a thousand times better if you weren’t in it.”

“I didn’t throw myself at you like Melania. You pursued me.”

“Yes, and I made the mistake of marrying you even though you were carrying a torch for Joel. Well, it serves me right. If I had listened to my gut instead of to my heart I wouldn’t be in this joke of a marriage.” He turned and strode out of the living-room.

Gina stood there, trembling for a few minutes and then, she went upstairs. She stood in the doorway watching him as he shoved clothes into a suitcase. “What are you doing?” she demanded, going into the room.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he snapped.

“You’re moving out?”

“Yes!”

“You can’t.”

“Why not? I said that I was going to as soon as I found a unit. Well, as you know, I found one. And besides, I can’t spend another night under the same roof with a lying, scheming woman.”

“What about Cam?” Cam was in his room sleeping. He would wake up in the morning and his Dad wouldn’t be there.

“Yes, what about Cam? Have you told him that he isn’t going to have a baby brother or sister any more?”

“I-I will tell him when I feel that the time is right.”

“In other words, you may never get around to telling him just as you never got around to telling me.”

“So, what happens now–between you and me? Will you make the separation longer than six months?”

“There’s no need for a separation now, Gina. I’m going to file for a divorce.”

The color drained from her face and she stared at him in shock. “You can’t be serious,” she exclaimed.

He glared at her and she flinched when she saw the intense dislike on his face. “On the contrary, I’m deadly serious.” And with that, he walked past her and out of the room. Minutes later, she heard his car pull out of the driveway.

Shaking from like a leaf, she stumbled over to the bed and collapsed onto it. She sat there, numb, dazed. This was worse than the miscarriage. Matt had walked out on her. Her marriage was over. What on earth was she going to do now?