Tamara.
I clench my fist tightly, really wanting to slap Chloe for her nasty words. But I remember it isn't worth it, I choose to stay calm and not stoop to her level.
Seriously, I'm so fed up with her bullshit but I remained silent instead of fussing like she wanted me to.
I turn to prepare my coffee, trying to ignore Chloe. But just as I'm about to grab my coffee and leave the kitchen, she reaches for it, spills some on her shirt and then I heard it—- shattered glass on the floor.
“What the hell! Have you lost it?” I yelled, looking at her in horror.
But then, she smirks. “Oops sorry,” she says in a low voice.
Killian must've heard the glass breaking against the floor, because he rushed in the next minute.
He glanced at the shattered glass on the floor, at Chloe and lastly at me, his eyes wide with confusion. “Chloe? What happened?” He asks, but his eyes are still locked on mine.
Chloe switches up, shocking me to my core, she runs off to Killian's side, tears welling in her eyes as she plays the victim.
“I— I came in to get water. Then out of nowhere this happens, I just don't know why Tamara will spill the coffee on me and break the glass, she's crazy,” she sobs her words.
Fury scratched it's way through my skin, seeping through every pore as I screamed. “Liar, I didn't even—,” I trail off, turning to Killian, who stood there, watching me like the cunt he is. “She did this to herself, I swear.”
“She's lying, she wants to hurt me, she hates me.” Chloe blurted out, she appears quite shaken, her eyes still teary.
I want to say something in my defense but Killian cuts me off abruptly.
“What the actual fuck were you thinking attacking her like that?” he demands, stares at me coldly, his jaw clenching.
Hearing Killian's words, my jaw drops in disbelief. I can feel my face getting hot with anger.
I can't believe he's taking her side.
“Are you fucking serious? I didn't do anything!” I seethe, exasperated.
Without another word to me, he turns his attention back to Chloe, who was sniffing back her fake tears. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, cradling her cheeks.
The lying bitch quips back. “No, I'm not,” she touches the shirt where the stain is, and gasps, tears streaming down her face. “It’s just — she's ruined your shirt, I'm so sorry I should have –,”
Killian wipes her tears while I stood there watching him prioritize another woman over me. “It doesn't matter, I have tons of them, as long as you're okay,” I see his blue eyes, which is usually sharp and piercing looking at Chloe with a warmth I had rarely seen on him.
I feel tears starting to form in my eyes but I blink them back, deciding it was time I let the cat out of the bag, let Killian know that it's been Chloe all along, maybe he'd listen to me.
I take a deep breath and say. “You know what? Why don't you ask your darling Chloe here why she'd send me that message, I mean she told me she sent it herself,” I say, hoping to expose Chloe's cunning and malicious acts.
I read the text out exactly like I've seen it, knowing Killian would remember. And then my eyes falls on Chloe and I see her face lose color, she looks like she's been caught off guard, a mix of something flash through her eyes, fear— maybe anger.
But unfortunately the joke is on me, Chloe didn't need to say anything before Killian swing in to defend her.
“Cut the crap, Tamara. I don't believe a word you utter. Of, course you'd say anything to paint Chloe bad, whereas you're the real shit, mother warned me about you,” Killian says in a disdainful tone.
I blink, taken aback.
His words hit me hard, cutting through me like a sharp knife, I try to hide it, but there's a lump in my throat.
Why does Killian see me as the villain, no matter what I do?
My eyes mist. “I have no reason to lie! She admitted she sent those, believe me,” I choked out, my voice shaking, I feel a tear slipping down my cheek.
Chloe is the one that responds this time. “I didn't— she's lying. I'm sure she just wants your attention and to trick you into loving her again,” she says, attempting to smooth things over.
My mouth drops open. I had never met anyone who'd lie with such ease! She didn't even blink! “That's not true!” I glared at her and saw her smirk.
But Killian seems far less than convinced that I was saying the truth and then his features sharpens. “Enough!” he yells. “Stop this nonsense this minute,” he spits out, his voice becomes colder, causing me to carefully take a step back.
I glance at Chloe and see her mouth parted in a triumphant grin.
Angry, I blurt out in frustration. “Fine, you both deserve each other, then. I'm out of here,” I breathed out, and turned my back on them, seething.
“Well, who's going to clean up this mess?” Killian yells after me but I didn't even as much as breath a word back.
I needed to get away from them, they make me sick.
I focus on breathing to ease my pain and just as I walked back into my room, I made my decision.
I pick up my phone with a clear purpose, and searched his name, Alex, my old time friend and boss.
Before marrying Killian, I was thriving as a CFO in Alex’s company. But I walked away from my job, from him, deciding it was wise to stay home like Killian wanted.
That was a low move from me, I let Killian take control of my life, maybe that was partly my fault.
My fingers hesitated before pressing the call button. Three years, that's how long it's been since we last spoke. I feel a little guilty listening to the waiting tone.
But I chased my guilt away with a deep breath. It doesn't matter now, because if I want out of this marriage unscathed, then I know exactly what I need to do.
Tamara.All the walls I thought I'd built cracks the moment Killian asks that.Wow, I pause, is he worried about me now? That's so rare.I grip my bag and steady my voice to answer. “I was at—,” I begin.“You know what, I don't care.” He says, not even letting me finish. “But as long as you're under my roof, you can't just waltz back in here as you wish,”I sigh, not sure why I still felt the need to explain. “I was at Hazel's, stop finding wrongs where there's none!” I hissed.He all but scoffs. “Your lies are getting better and better I see.” His voice is laced with annoyance. “You can open your filthy legs to as many men as you want, that's fine, no need trying to cover up,”This is ridiculous. Why do I even keep hoping he'd change anyways? I can feel my face getting hot. “You're an asshole, Killian.” is all I say as my anger bubble beneath the surface.Killian barely stifles a dry chuckle, quickly taking a sip from his glass. “The truth hurts, doesn't it?” he snickers, provoking
Tamara.“Wait, what?” Hazel raise an eyebrow. “He brought that bitch home, again?” She asks through literal clench teeth.I shrug, tired. I'm not going to cry but I want to.Hazel stares at me for a second or two, before she puts her glass down. “But you know you can't keep letting him treat you like this,Tammy.” she looks at me with such care in those striking hazel eyes.“I know,” I choked out and fall silent for another second. “But there's little or nothing I can do, and you know it,”Her face falls flat, slowly she straightens up, letting out a low sigh as she runs her hand through her hair. “Yeaah. You need his damn money for mom's treatment,” she mused and then she looks up at me. “I just —- I just wish there's something I can do to help, I'm barely making it myself.”“No, stop it.” I give her a tight-lipped smile. “I'm sure I can survive another year or two till mom gets better,” I say despite the ache in my heart.Hazel nods slowly and I can tell this hurts her just as much.
Tamara.I clench my fist tightly, really wanting to slap Chloe for her nasty words. But I remember it isn't worth it, I choose to stay calm and not stoop to her level.Seriously, I'm so fed up with her bullshit but I remained silent instead of fussing like she wanted me to.I turn to prepare my coffee, trying to ignore Chloe. But just as I'm about to grab my coffee and leave the kitchen, she reaches for it, spills some on her shirt and then I heard it—- shattered glass on the floor.“What the hell! Have you lost it?” I yelled, looking at her in horror.But then, she smirks. “Oops sorry,” she says in a low voice.Killian must've heard the glass breaking against the floor, because he rushed in the next minute.He glanced at the shattered glass on the floor, at Chloe and lastly at me, his eyes wide with confusion. “Chloe? What happened?” He asks, but his eyes are still locked on mine.Chloe switches up, shocking me to my core, she runs off to Killian's side, tears welling in her eyes as
Tamara.They both stared at me like I was third wheeling, in my own home!My chest tightens, I could barely catch my breath, each inhale shaper than the last.Again, Killian brings his disrespect home, and to my face, this has happened more times than I could count.And each time, the pain didn't hurt any less. He said he'd hurt me to no end and he has done just that.Two months ago, I had asked for a divorce, I couldn't take it anymore, the pain he had caused me messed with my mental health, I was gradually losing it.But to Killian, it was one big joke, he laughed so hard that day, he told me to my face that he'd never grant me divorce.That I'm more than welcome to try.He has every means to keep me in this marriage and I know it.So, I tried my best not to let his actions and words hurt me, but is it even possible when I still loved him?I — I know that sounds pathetic…crazy even, but I've tried to hate him, I have, but we can't immediately unlove what or whom we love dearly.I wa
Tamara.I bring my Maserati to a stop in front of the penthouse, a place that once felt like home has suddenly become stodgy, too cold, coupled with so many lonely nights.It's been a little above two weeks since I last set my eyes on my husband, Killian Ravenford.And every day for the past one year has been hell in this marriage, endless fights here, meaningless argument there.I'm tired— exhausted and drained from Killian’s incessant accusations.On the night of my husband's birthday last year, I had baked him a cake and prepared all his favorite dishes, all I wanted was for him to celebrate his special day with me by his side.Killian was everything I've ever wanted in a man and more. He's tall with impeccably groomed blonde hair, confident, he exudes a commanding presence wherever he walks into, just like the CEO he is, and above all he loves and dotes on me.And this man was all mine.But the front door beeped and Killian walked into our home, behaving nothing like the man I mar