Chapter 7

Veronica’s POV 

“Jay… I thought you said you kicked her out!” Rhea peeled off my man, he stretched his hand over her neck and forced her to lean into him again but Rhea pushed again, aggressively this time as she struggled to get off him.

I entered the house now, stood behind the couch in the living room with the flowers on the floor beside my foot, tears welling down my cheeks.

Jason said nothing to me yet. 

Rhea didn't give a flying shit if I'd just caught her. She found her way to the steps and then started running up, to the very room I had my matrimonial bed in.

A woman with dignity should have left but me?

Not quite.

A part of me still felt I could redeem this marriage. What I had just seen was not betraying enough.

Like Jason needed to insult me more before I'd realised just how terribly he had fallen out of love with me.

And he did..

“Jason!” I yelled, my voice cracked as I called. “Jason! Come back here! I just caught you— I just caught you cheating and you're walking out on me?”

Jason didn't say a word to me, he kept marching up the stairs and I, his stupid wife, followed him.

Rhea slammed the door of our bedroom closed, the locks haggled until the hinges stood rigid.

“Rhea!” Jason stopped when he couldn't get in. He folded his fist and started banging on the door like his life depended on it.

“Rhea baby! Rhea!!”

I stood watching him by the hallway and when I couldn't take such foolishness again, I went to him.

“How dare you!” I shoved my hand at his side. Jason blocked my touch. He twirled me around with my arm, twisted my wrist while he did it.

I screamed but he didn't stop.

“You're a parasite!” He whispered in my ear and shoved me towards the stairs.

I missed flying down the staircase with my stomach by an inch. Everything happened so fast I didn't have the time to catch myself but luckily, the hem of my dress stood hooked on a nail by the wall.

I got saved by a damn nail or I might have been at the bottom of a staircase with my husband still banging on our bedroom door, trying to beg his mistress.

I helped myself up, groaning painfully with my hand rounded at my aching waist.

When I turned, Jason no longer stood outside the door. He was inside now, probably kissing her again.

I should have stopped myself from walking in but my broken heart couldn't get enough of the betrayal.

I needed one more.

And I got it.

“Jason!” I screamed when I entered the bedroom, even missing a step but I recovered quickly.

“Ja—-

“You stupid bitch!” Jason groaned. I caught him kneeling now. His palms slapped together with his expression pitiful as he begged Rhea to take him back.

Rhea rolled her eyes at me and then at him.

“Jason….” 

“Can't you see I'm busy?”

“Jason…” I whispered, inaudibly. 

“Get out!”

“Jay—

“I said get out!”

And when I didn't move first enough, he got off his knees and lunged at me, I flinched, just enough to escape the wave of his arm across my cheek by a breath.

“The next time I tell you to get out of here, you'll be missing a tooth.” Jason sneered at me with his index finger pointed at me.

I searched his expression for the truth. 

That my husband was under some kind of black magic. A spell someone had put him under.

Rhea! I shot her a glance. 

Maybe she was one. It had to be her!

I marched towards her with my hands stretched out. I was ready to claw out her eyes when Jason blocked me.

“Don't even think of what you're about to do, Vee or I'll make you regret it”

“Tell her, baby!” Rhea cheered. Freaking bitch stuck out her tongue at me. “Show her what you want to show me.”

Showed her?

My forehead wrinkled right.

“W— what is she talking about? What did you want to show me?”

Jason ignored my question, he bent over to the drawer on my side of the bed and pulled out an envelope.

“I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, Vee, but I can't take it anymore. I just can't…”

The envelope felt heavy in my palms. The content was unknown but it felt like it was something I'd regret opening.

“Jason, I forgive you for everything you're doing, just come back to me. We can make this work….” I sobbed.

“Shut up and open the damn envelope. No one has got time for your sloppy acts.”

I felt a slap to my chest, my hands trembled. I sucked in my breath as I struggled to tear the lid off.

“What's… what's in here?”

“Just open the damn thing.”

This felt like pain in the worst way. I struggled to hold the tears back in place but little drops of them trailed on the white paper.

“You… you… You're divorcing me?” My lips quivered. “Jason.. after… af—after all we've been through?”

“And that's not even all, here's something else to spice up your evening.”

Rhea slipped another envelope from her bag, she threw it at me and I shamelessly picked it up.

I unplucked the lid and took out the contents.

“It's our invitation. Jason asked me to marry him.* She flashed a diamond ring on her finger. “He's been dying to make me his but since you've always been in the way, we couldn't be together. Now, I'm hoping you'll do the right thing…”

Right thing?

She called agreeing to divorce my husband the right thing?

“Is… is this true?” 

“If it wasn't, would I be standing here talking to a barren woman?” He answered simply.

Barren woman. 

My lips moved to correct Jason but I held myself. If he could treat me this way just because he thought I couldn't conceive, what's to stop him from not treating our son the same way?

“Sign it and get the hell out of here.” 

I didn't argue. “Where’s the pen?”

Rhea threw a pen at my face.

I took it, uncocked it and dragged the ink across the lines they needed to.

“There.” I exhaled. “I've signed it.”

“Good job, now you can take your things and get the heck out of our lives.” Jason scowled.

I didn't defend myself. No way.

With the last bit of strength I had, I smiled at Jason and my bitch ass friend.

“I hope you and Rhea find happiness. I mean it.” And then I walked out of the room.

Of course, I didn't mean that rubbish, I only said it for courage.

I snatched my flowers off the floor and ran into the car and broke down….