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Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

Maria fell silent. She knew her jealousy had crossed the line. Hailey’s car was the exact model she wanted, but her husband refused to let her get it. Secretly, she slapped herself and thought, “Ugh, why did I have to get jealous? It’s just a car, no big deal! If I cannot travel abroad next month, wouldn’t that result in me losing face in the eyes of my closest friends? She paced back and forth in her room.”

He whispered as he pecked my lips one more time before he turned and left the room. My fingers gently touched my lips, which still tingled from his kiss. I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to the way Callan made me feel. The wall with the pictures pinned to them intrigued me. I walked across his room and scanned the pictures of a younger-looking Callan; he was just as handsome as a teen as he was now. There were pictures of him with Micha and Eric and a lot of him with different girls; he was draping his arm over them or kissing them. I could feel my jealousy rising to see him with other girls, which was ridiculous. How could I feel so jealous of a girl in a picture? I huffed, annoyed with

' Patrice moaned at the portrait of our mate. A snarl escaped my lips as jealousy consumed my body at the sight of a picture of our mate with a blonde girl. They were on a beach, his hand on her waist. They were wearing matching sunglasses and although Salazar wasn't smiling, you can tell they were happy by the big smile on the lips of the girl. The image lived in my mind and it ruined the rest of my day that I stayed in my room sulking. Patrice was also fuming mad in a part of my mind, howling from time to time.

’ I quickly approach them, catching this whore red-handed cheating on me. They seemed to be scared to see me, well it's good cos they better be! *** Yes, jealousy was a feeling of an envious resentment that happened when our soulmate showed an attraction to someone else. It’s the unproven prejudice that could lead into harmful consequences, especially if our lover was truly innocent.

The usual jealousy where one person is having a series of thoughts and feeling as well as reaction after seeing or thinking a possible threat to a relationship. People doesn't really care of the type of jealousy they were feeling. They just want to make the source of it disappeatr or ruined. In the end, all they know was... Jealousy may sound nice, but once you feel it for yourself... It is on par with those words as hell. And the word Jealousy perfectly fit the lady that's reaction is award winning. It's like she wants to shred the picture just to see the lady in the picture be in ruin. She wants to snatch it from the hand and just destroy that piece of paper.

Till then, I’m going to believe my instincts, what my heart says. I get two pictures of her talking to a guy and I’m overtaken by anger, as if something has gone through my throat, the angst tightens my chest when I see the image of them both calmly having coffee, then holding hands. I close my fist instinctively when looking at the image of that guy, he seems repulsive to me. Is it jealousy? All this have a new meaning to me. I give Sam the pictures and she stares, surprised. “Where did you get these photos?”

Then, another and another. Four pictures of my supposed husband sucking another girl’s lips on our wedding night… and in public for the whole world to see. I jumped up in anger, and I couldn’t even explain why I was so upset. I mean this is only a contract and he’s free to do whatever but somehow, the pictures aroused something in me. And I dared not admit it was jealousy. “He’s not my man so there’s nothing to be jealous of!” I said to myself severally till it sunk into my head.

And a text just after. "Sorry I missed lunch, I'll make it up to you. See you later, alligator." was the text. I nervously clicked the image. The first thing I saw was the caption in big letters. "I hope my boyfriend doesnt find out" Fuck. I moved my focus and saw the image beneath the caption. It shocked me, even if I had seen it before. It still wrecked me with jealousy, even if I had seen it before.

Maybe more. The angle was perfect—too perfect. There was no room for misinterpretation. My fingers clenched at the edge of the photo. The paper was almost torn. I felt nothing at first. Only silence. Only emptiness. As if my head had stopped working. Then, slowly... something rose. Heat. Sharp. Uncontrollable. Not hatred. Not contempt. Not betrayal. Worse. Jealousy. The word just popped into my head—and that was what made my chest feel like it was being squeezed.