Even now Xavier's word was still printed clear on my head as if it was spilled a mere seconds ago when in reality it's been hours.Xavier always put it as if I was the wrong one and I was also convinced I was the problem or else why would our relationship not work. He always did what he wanted with me, with no tiny regard for the sentimental value of my emotions or what I wanted. I tolerated everything, thinking it's a leap of faith but not anymore.Unbeknownst to me, I was trapped in the depth of lies, and deception. I fail to understand his reality. But what could I have done? How do I assess the extent of infidelity actually committed by a man I trusted as a husband?But now that the facade he has a layer to conceal his reality is finally peeled. I can clearly see what he is. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.The depth of Xavier's betrayal made me wish he could kill me again a thousand times over! I don't care what reasoning there is, it is absolutely despicable.
Entering inside the room, whoever it was flipped the light switch and the room was flooded with light.My gaze immediately on a broad figure who was leaning against the frame of the door with his hands deep into his pants pocket.I can't help but analyze his features. I ogle him under hooded lids, taking in every single detail down, drinking his inhumanly good-looking features. A straight nose laid upon, a well-defined jawline. His skin is flawless, almost unreal.His hair was flawlessly gelled at the side into perfection, not even a single strand out of place.My eyes skimmed over his tall broad frame. He was broad-built and muscular and was well laid out with a well-fitting suit even at this time. He had no tie, and the top buttons of his shirt were left open, revealing his sleek tattooed chest. Anyone could tell his whole body was covered with ink and it won't be wrong to address him as a fine piece of art. Any girl would swoon over him.Time froze as my blue pair of orbs got stuck
I followed out of the room and over to the wide staircase that led up to the bottom floor. The house wasn't anything close to a mansion but from paintings, decorations, furniture to every single thing about the place screamed money. I could tell it must have cost a fortune. How exactly rich is the man exactly?I knew he was rich. Everything about him seemed expensive... from his clothes, shoes, watch to his perfume, everything screamed money. I can tell this man doesn't even look at the price tag before buying it. Obviously, his house would be his standard average-looking house. I know there is nothing wrong with simplicity instead I myself believe in simplicity.But staying with 'him' I know how rich people's mentality is if not all but most of the people have the same mentality. Maybe I am being a little judgmental here but I can't help it.Turning left she led me to the end of the corridor before pausing in front of a double door. Andrea pushed the door open and we stepped inside.
Another fresh tear trickled down my cheek and I wiped it out for the hundredth time. I couldn't stop crying. The man I considered my savior; my knight in shining armor not only caused me physical pain but also never forgettable emotional pain and never-ending nightmare.I had heard reports of women being physically abused but had not dreamed of it, although I would one day become a victim.Xavier was a horrible husband. He never cared about how I felt and made zero effort to know me but I loved him with all my heart. Even after all the things he had done I still love him. As sad and crazy it sounds but it's true.But now I am tainted by a sinner. I'm touched by another man who is not my husband. I feel cheap, dirty, damaged, and worthless. I feel like I have betrayed my husband even though I very well know it's the case. His every touch was still fresh in my head as if mocking me."Can you stop crying already.." She spat, snapping me back from my self-loathing thoughts."I-I'm sorry-y
I didn't even realize when my legs carried me to him and when my palm came in contact with his left cheek.I couldn't believe I had slapped him if it wasn't for the surprised gasp from the two-man seated on the sofa and the sound of the strike resonating in the room and not to forget the red mark on his left cheek. It was faint but it was there.Do I regret it? No one even a bit. He deserved it.Even though he looked calm and collective. No trace of emotion let alone anger on his features but his eyes were speaking different volumes of truth. His hazel orbs turned three-shade darker. He was livid.The intensity in those pools had me instantly regret my decision. The man gave off death in waves, but I refused to back down and kept my stare at him. I know I was trying out my luck by pushing my boundaries but I cannot show any form of weaknesses.For a moment, nobody said anything - me afraid to trust my voice, the devil may be trying to control his anger and the two men because of my un
"Enough," Come to a voice whose presence I had already forgotten right before Jack could penetrate me.My eyes flung unrolled.Why did he stop them?Did he change his mind?A ray of hope blooms inside."Is something wrong Elijah?" Jared briefly answered, the lust in his voice replaced by uncertainty and what seemed a bit like unease.Elijah didn't even bother to spare him a glance let alone answer him. He was staring straight at my scared miserable form. His index finger rubbed his lower lip thoughtfully as if he was pondering as to what to do next."Please don't let them touch me"I pleaded even though I doubt he'd help me especially when he is the one responsible for my condition. I was met with silence as a response but I wasn't going to give up."Please, I'll do anything," My cracked tone dripped with immense desperation.This seemed to have caught his interest and he finally spoke, "Anything?"Unable to trust my voice, I merely nodded my head."Come here,""But Elij-," Jack start
A harsh smack on my left cheek brought me back to reality. I stared at him, hand on my cheek where he'd struck me. I don't even get time to retaliate when I was rewarded with another smack this time sending me sprawling across marble flooring with a grunt.My ears rang and my cheek burned from his strike. Darkness lingered at the edges of my vision but refused to consume me.An excruciating pain traveled through my left hand as he mercilessly stepped onto it. Almost crushing it. I tried to jerk my hand away but he increased the pressure pinning in on the wooden floor."Please-se you are-re hurting me,"Fortunately for me, he decided to have mercy on me and removed his leg from mine my hand which I assume must have a few bones broken. But my relief was short-lived as the next thing I knew his left foot collided with my stomach in a brutal force. My hands raised up to shield myself from the impact but it never came.I slowly removed my hand and looked up to find him glaring at me as if
A shaky breath of air escaped past my lips. "How?" I asked staring right into his eyes.What body are they talking about? Makes no sense when I'm here alive. I was filled with apprehension and uncertainty. In short, I was in a dilemma."If you are asking about the body. It is the body of the woman who was passing by,"My eye stretched in disbelief as I detect the actual meaning behind the words. It better not be what I am thinking."You kill-," I began but was immediately interrupted by Elijah."Yes, I killed her. Someone had to die so you could be dead for the world," He confirmed my doubt.His confirmation had my heart dropped. Guilt panged me like never before. This monster disguised as a human killed an innocent just to fake my death. Tears prickled my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I instantly wiped a tear off my cheek.But why would he do that? What will he achieve by faking my death? All this trouble for what?I'm going to be sick..."Why?" That was all I ask. Inability to say a