Chapter2
“How?” I crooked out a word.
How did it happen? How did it come to this? Just how?
“We, oh my God no, I., I mean my boss, Alenia she told me to accompany her to a party, it was in some high–end club.” Stuttering, he rubbed his chest still crying.
I hate that woman! I warned her when it was someone else who needed it.
I held my cries back, the pain was bringing numbness, and everything was glitching.
“She told me I wasn’t myself nowadays, and then she.” He hissed at the last part as if it burned his tongue, I wanted to cover my ears and let myself become deaf forever, but at the same time, I wanted to hear it.
“She went down on me.” Averting his gaze he confessed, the same gaze that looked at me with love, respect and admiration was now wavering.
At that moment, I wished I was blind so I didn’t have to see my husband, who I thought was my soul mate and would never hurt me, just confess to being a cheater.
Images started forming in my head, how she might have started and how my husband had finished and uncontrollably a sob escaped my mouth, a cry from deep within my guts.
I started stepping backwards, it was almost unbelievable, every memory we had flowed through my mind like they say your life flashes in front of your eyes minutes before dying.
Our marriage was on the same verge now.
He did it! He made one mistake, that you could never come back from, one that’s unforgivable and irreparable.
“Leo, I’m sorry. We can talk, I’ll tell you everything. I love you please.” He begged and kneeled with a thud, his hands joined. His guilt flowed with his tears. The last time I saw him cry was when our daughter almost died.
Did he remember us at the moment when he was letting her pleasure him?
Did he think about me?
“Did you come? Was she good?” I asked out of sudden plain curiosity, my faith in him was fading with each word we exchanged.
“What? No, darling no.” He shook his head, a morph of disgust taking over his features.
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“ANSWER ME NOW,” I yelled at the top of my lungs, I am sure the roof of his pathetic brain shook.
“Yes, I did and no, she wasn’t good.” Murmuring, he trailed off again avoiding my eyes I gritted my
teeth.
“Did you fucked her?” Swallowing the nauseousness he was causing, I asked.
“Oh God no. Never. Never wanted it, never thought about it.” He rushed to reply, his gaze lowering
again.
“Look at me Wilson, fucking look at me you coward,” I roared, clutching my stomach the ache kicking inside, maybe it was the bile from the intense disgust I was feeling.
“Leo, baby are you okay?” He stood up, concerned and I raised a hand.
“You no longer have any right to touch me, call me baby,” I growled with a tone I’ve never or was
forced to use before with him.
“You disgust me, Wilson, I hate you. How could you do that to me? You didn’t have the guts to say it to my face? That you no longer want me? You knew I absolutely, loathe cheaters and cheating. You knew this would destroy everything.” I screamed at him.
With my growing disgust, the flames of his betrayal were burning our love on the bonfire of his announcement. Our past is now all smoke and sparks, and our future fading.
“No, no, I want you, I love you. It was a mistake, I am so sorry god I am so sorry Leo. Please,” he pleaded, now crying hysterically.
“YOU DISHONOURED ME IN FRONT OF ANOTHER WOMAN, YOU DISRESPECT OUR LOVE, AND YOU MURDERED OUR MARRIAGE, AND I FUCKING HATE YOU FOR THAT,” I shouted between painful gasps, knots of deception were tying inside me, twisting my heart.
He whimpered trying to come closer but stayed back at my glaring.
“You killed us, you killed us,” I mumbled, slowing down my cries since it was triggering terrible pain in my belly.
“Leo,” he attempted again reaching out to hold my trembling hand.
“Don’t you touch me, you cheating bastard?” I spat ambling back failing to handle the situation.
“You reek of infidelity.” I scrunched my face at that. His words, words of brutal truth repeated…..
echoed around me.
Yes, I did.
I cheated on you.
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Oh my god! Oh my god! Wilona, what am I going to tell her?
“We are done! I deadpanned. Feeling my heart and love to shatter along with the statement.
“We are so done, Wilson Andrew McConnell,” I repeated, still unable to believe it has come to this.
It all flooded my mind, our years together, from being in a relationship to moving together, from marrying to buying our own house. From having Wilona to wanting more kids.
I needed to leave, I needed to get away. The house of our dreams, the home of our love was now choking me, the walls we painted with our hands, creating memories, were closing down on me.
I rushed to the stairs, with him following me, before he could stumble out with me I closed the door locked the door latch, sprinted down the stairs and locked the second door as well. I am in great debt to whoever made those heavy wooden doors.
“LEONA! He yelled knocking on the door furiously.
“I SWEAR I LOVE YOU! He roared, and the pounding of the door increased.
It wasn’t just the door of the attic I closed on him, I closed the door of entrance in my life and heart.
I rushed to Wilona, carefully pulled her wheelchair and began wheeling her to the front door. The suitcase was in the living room, I grabbed it, making sure my daughter was seated securely, I stuffed the trunk with the suitcase and started the car. She was curious but didn’t ask anything, only wiping a tear when I was fastening her seat belt. My poor baby.
“LEO! I heard him shouting my name, that’s all he would ever have from any part of me.
I was not just leaving this house, I was leaving him.
Funny that one thing you thought wouldn’t ever happen to you and you hate it and wonder how people so easily break off their marriages, becomes the only right option.
Divorce.
With defeated strength and crushed out dignity, I drove to my parent’s place with hundreds of questions fogging my brain but one kept topping it all.
How could you do this to me, us Will?
How could you?
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