Sam Evans stood in the kitchen shocked at his wife's revelation never in a million years did he think something like this could happen to him or Mercedes. He also never would have thought that he missed something like this in their relationship. He was the first one to recognize when she was upset, excited, scared, or even sick, and he missed his wife having a miscarriage because he went out with another woman. The dinner with Melanie was innocent never once did he feel as though he disrespected the sanctity of their marriage, and not once did he take on her advances. He was just having dinner because he was starving after a long day on set. Come to think of it when he did get home that night he noticed that Mercedes was covered in all the blankets like a burrito because she was imitating his comfort and he failed to notice. What kind of husband was he?
He let out a deep sigh and slowly made his way to their bedroom. He saw Mercedes still in the dress sitting on the edge of the bed with the vodka bottle in one hand and the other resting underneath her chin as her legs were crossed to prop up her arm.
"W-why didn't you tell me?" Sam questioned as he slid down the floor leaning his head against the wall.
"About a week before I found out and I was planning o doing this grand scheme of things instead of just telling you over the phone because I thought you deserved that. It was going to be our first child, and I wanted it to be a moment to remember forever, so I spent hours of my rare free time creating this perfect surprise. I was going to fill the bedroom across from ours with blue and pink balloons, and have someone come and place a crib in there and I was going to put the pregnancy test in the middle of the crib and record your reaction. Then I felt sharp cramps in my stomach, and I saw blood, and I knew something was wrong. I went to the hospital got the news that I miscarried, and it's funny because at the same time I found that out, I saw the tabloids. "Sam Evans & Melanie Stevens". You two were cozy up with each other in that restaurant like it was the best thing in the world, you two were practically a couple. Then you came home and smelled like her, and you got in the bed with me, and I forced myself to go to sleep. Then the next morning you were already gone for work. So how exactly was I supposed to tell you, Sam? Hmm? How I am supposed to tell my husband who is having intimate dinners with his co-star and getting up at the ass crack of dawn? You spend more time with her than you do with me at this point." Mercedes explained as she took another swig and slowly tears fell from her eyes.
"I'm not having an affair with her Mercedes,"
"Hmm, could have fooled me."
"Don't do that. You know I would never cheat on you, I love you too much to ever break your heart like that. You know me better than anyone in this world so why would you even question my fidelity to you."
"Charlie kissed you didn't she," Mercedes chuckled, "That whorish photographer kissed you then you kissed her back as a "reflex", I'm surprised Melanie hasn't tried a thing or too since you have such reflexes." Mercedes laughed. Sam knew she was drunk now because she was taking giant swigs of vodka now.
"You aren't being fair about this,"
"I'm not being fair, hmph. Well what do you want me to do, you want me to cry and mourn with you, mourn with you over a child you knew nothing about. Will that make you happy and make you feel better about not being there when I needed you the most?e I have always shown up for you and the one time, the one fucking time I needed you to show up for me you weren't there. No Sam Evans left his wife, Mercedes Jones all alone, so he could go be with her. So you could go with her."
"I'm not cheating on you."
"I never said that you are,"
"But you are implying the shit,"
"No what I am saying is that I was alone, I was alone. Tonight though, I realized how alone I am. You got up there and you won award after fucking award, thanked everyone and their damn mama, and even thanked her. The entire time I sat in that seat thinking "I can't wait for this worldwide tour to start", because I am alone. I've been feeling alone, and you don't care, you care about the fame, about the damn, show, about the money, about the scripts, and you have let it change you. But if it was me, God forbid it to be me enjoying my fucking time on stage and being able to relish and brag about my life you would shut it down, because you are fucking jealous. You are jealous because I had to put my life on hold for you, you took advantage of it all. You took advantage Sam, and only one thing is clear to me one thing. I don't matter to you anymore."
"So you are going to throw yourself a fucking pity party. You drop a bomb on me, imply I am stepping out on my marriage, and then accuse me of being jealous of you. I am jealous of you, oh you want someone to be jealous of you Mercedes because of high school. You are still fighting for Mr. Shue to see you as a powerhouse and not just some park and bark. You are still fighting for everyone to recognize you as the top diva of the glee club and not Rachel. You are still fucking jealous and upset about her being able to play the lead role in West Side Story. You are still fucking jealous of her and Kurt singing "Defying Gravity" for the 100th lesson and you not being able to on up them so don't call me jealous Mercedes. Don't project the insecurities that you are still fucking carrying on me because you want to hurt me to make yourself feel better. And I took advantage of you? That is fucking rich. I was out there running my lines, staying up all night with agents to gain roles, doing all the fucking work because you went on a small sabbatical. I didn't take advantage I did the fucking work to create the life that I wanted, and now because you are questioning how I got to the top you are trying to hurt me. Well how about this, I don't want you to sit here and mourn with me about our unborn child. Do what you do whenever you get upset. Chug vodka until you can crank out the next hit for a new record." Sam said. He should have come in here and apologized but Mercedes pissed him off, and he was even more pissed off when Mercedes started smiling at him like the shit was funny. He pushed himself off the ground and snatched the bottle from her hand and threw it at the glass mirror causing both items to shatter.
Mercedes placed her head in her hands and rubbed at her face before standing up, "Since you wanna act like a little bitch and throw things around, I am leaving."
"I think that's best.