Lust At First Sight: Four

Chapter Four

Maryanne:

He walked past me and left the room.

I stood there. Like a dummy that I was. Like a fool that I have become. Like an idiot I was raised to be. Like a moron I was a year ago with my family.

I gulped, but no matter how many times I did, my throat got dry over and over again.

The pain cut deep into my chest.

I shut my eyes, my fist clenching, my palm sweaty, my whole body shivering as if a thousand daggers were being sliced through my stomach. I endured the pain even though every part of me wanted to scream.

I didn't know how long I remained on the spot, but long enough to make the wooden floor darken after being soaked by my tears and sweat.

I waited for the pain to melt, but I didn't. The more I waited, the more Gary's muffled sweet words to Diana from the living room sank in, reminding me that I meant nothing to nobody.

That used to be us. That should be us. Not him and Diana.

They say Once is an incident. Twice is a coincidence. Thrice is a pattern.

My Mom star