TWO : Vivian

The words pierce my heart, scattering it into a thousand pieces. I could not breathe properly. It was just as if all the air in my lungs evaporated as those words fell out of his lips.

Those lips, the same red rosy lips I love to bite and claim with mine. The lips that know exactly how to pleasure me in the right way and places.

Those same lips are the same ones that have been pleasuring another body that is not mine and is spewing out these heart wrenching words.

I don't understand, my brain, unable to comprehend all that was happening.

I look up and stare at the eyes that once held so much love for me. The same emerald green eyes that lit up every single time it saw me, were filled with mockery. It is mocking me. Mocking my love for him.

"Why, Tristan?, you should be apologizing, trying to fix our marriage not end it" My hands were holding the collar of his shirt. I was shaking him and yelling like a banshee hoping that by doing so he would wake up from whatever he was in. If there was anyone who has the right to end this marriage, it should be me, not him.

"Get your hands off me". He says grabbing my hands and pushing me away.

I lose my balance and fall to the ground, hitting my head on a nearby side table.

Tristan has never treated me this way ever since we got married. He doesn't even let my feet touch the ground, not to talk of pushing me to the ground.

I met Tristan while in college and I have been in love with him ever since, although he was in a relationship with Trisha. We ran into each other again at a conference and started dating after Trisha broke up with him and left the city. I got married to him a year later despite my parents disapproval. That was two years ago. And now I cannot even imagine what life would be without him in it.

I slowly get up from the ground, holding one of the side tables to support myself, ignoring the pain in my head as a result of the fall.

"Tristan. . . , talk to me . . . look at me, I deserve an explanation" I say when I had fully stood up. I choke on each word as the pain in my heart grew bigger and bigger with each breath I took.

"I don't love you, Vivian, I have never and will never love you".

"That's a lie. Stop lying to me, Tristan." I let out with a cry. The pain ripping my heart is unbearable. The words he is saying to me right now hurts me more than when I saw him cheating on me.There is no way for all this to be a lie. The kisses, the way my name dances on his lips every time he is on the edge, the flowers, the dates, the I LOVE YOUS.

"Please don't do this we can still fix this" I know I was being desperate and stupid but I cannot help it. I love him with everything in me, given up everything and I cannot bear to lose him even though he has been cheating on me

He scoffs. “Well, Newsflash Vivian, getting married to you is the biggest mistake of my life. I should have waited for her. If I had waited for just six weeks, I would have married Trisha. She is the one I love and not a disgusting freak like you.

Of all the things that came out of Tristan's mouth, the name of that woman stung me like a bee.

"Trisha! Are you crazy? You mean the same bi**ch who left you simply because you were not rich enough to take care of her extravagant lifestyle. So that is why you have been screwing her behind my back?, Love?" The words came out sharper than I intended, but they were fueled by the pain that coursed through my veins.

" She never left me, You are the one who has been lying to me. She told me everything, Vivian. You should be ashamed of yourself, throwing yourself at another woman's man.

I run my hands through my hair "you have no right to insult me, Tristan! No right!"

Just as I was still speaking. I hear Trisha chuckling. Turning back, I see the bi**h who was destroying my home wearing what I recognize as Tristan's shirt. She is laughing her brains obviously enjoying the drama.

"Vivian, you are being desperate right now". She snarls at me with a smile plastered all over her face.

I feel a surge of anger rise within me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.

I rush towards her, my hands ready to greet her with the hottest slap she will ever receive in her lifetime and wipe off that nasty smile she has on her face.

"How dare you?" I shout at her as my palm lands a hot slap on her face.

Tristan grabs me by the hand and pushes me away from Trisha.

"Stay away from my Fiancée!"

“Fiancée?!” The air in the room seemed to be sucked out and I find myself gasping for air as reality dawned on me.

"He proposed today, oh, it was so romantic" Trisha chips in a dreamy voice.

"You want to get rid of me so that you can marry this devil". I say pointing at Trisha who now has her hands wrapped all over Tristan.

Hot tears stream down my cheek. Just as I am about to open my mouth to say something else, Tristan drops another bombshell. “Also feel free to come for our baby showers, I will send you the invite.” He is making fun of me while smiling at Trisha who is running her hand over her belly, rubbing salt into my wound.

I let out a laugh. A real laugh. Despite the pain in my chest, I find myself laughing and pulling my hair. I am losing my fucking mind. This is like a scene in the movies, except that it is actually happening to me. In reality.

I can't take it anymore. I have to get out of this house before I do something crazy. Like really murder someone.

I run up to my room, grabbing my phone and suitcase, thank God I have not yet unpacked. I quickly stuff my visa and international passport into my purse after which I remove all the clothes Tristan bought for me. There is no way I am taking them with me. They can rot here for all I fucking care.

I place my laptop into the suitcase. Done with my rabid packing, I carry the box and hurry out of the room.

I rush down the stairs, meeting the wretched duo in the living room.

I remove the wedding ring from my finger and throw it directly to his face.

"I will mail you the divorce papers when I am done signing them. You can keep the damn house to yourself, you both are disgusting and you deserve each other." I spit out to them before stomping out of the house with the divorce papers.

I flag down a taxi and ask the driver to take me straight to the airport. I need to get far away from here.