Chapter19
Leona
For someone who always looked refreshing, and preferred staying groomed, Wilson sure looked
like a homeless man except for his clothes. He looked like he hadn’t shaved or showered in days,
and hadn’t slept at all.
Well, cheating gives a good glow–up, doesn’t it?
I was extremely embarrassed by the way He behaved today, especially with my Boss.
The man who I thought was much more manneristic and classy than me, was acting like a wild hog. I can only imagine the damage he’s caused to my already on–the–rocks job. I just hope my apology for Wilson grabbing his collar and raising a fist would be enough for him.
Begrudgingly as well as frustrated by his ridiculous convincing that we needed to talk, so I could
listen to his worthless detailed explanation, I agreed.
He wanted to go to a Cafe but I had enough embarrassment for one day. So I told him My car was all
he was getting.
“Thank you, Leo, for not letting that man get in between us.” He says after a while of silence.
“Unfortunately, you are still my husband and I respect that title, unlike you.” I scoffed sighing at the bitterness. I didn’t mean to be mean, but how was I supposed to act? That video kept repeating over in my head in a loop, draining me of whatever energy was left in me. Looking at him was only
twice the agony.
“Leo, please.” He pleads exhaustively.
“I left the job,” he says weirdly surprising me. It was almost unbelievable if his grim expressions didn’t give it away. His dream job?
“I told that woman off, reported her to her Father and cops.” He informs stretching the shock I was in. Wilson was the kind of guy who hated to get involved in an argument, but then again he has
changed a lot.
“Say something.” He begs snapping me out of my thoughts.
“I don’t know what to say.” I sighed deeply, feeling suffocated by sitting in a tight space with him.
A man who was once my comfort zone, my therapy, my medicine, my peace. Now, he is all chaos and pain.
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“I don’t want to get divorced, Leo,” he lets out in a painful whisper. “I know what I did was beyond acceptable, but I believe we can work it out,” he claims.
“Yeah?” I glared at him. “How exactly do you propose we do that?” I rolled my eyes. Not like it mattered because I was divorcing him, that was the conclusion, whether he accepts it with peace or has it hit him the tough way.
“We can start with counselling- he begins and that made me burst into a fit of laughter. His
expressions turn hurt as he stares at me.
“Counselling, Seriously Wilson? What makes you think that something even you can’t repair counselling would be able to?” I snapped.
“Maybe we can figure out and find a way to mend things.” He explains hesitatingly.
“Yeah, so it can cover up your cheating ass by towering over other, unforgivable, issues and help you escape them. So it can try to distract me from my decisions and fool me into accepting your cheating ass back, for a fictional happy ending?” I scorned with a calm voice, squinting my eyes at
him.
“How else are we going to clear things up, then?” He seethes in frustration, flaring my annoyance.
“I AM DIVORCING YOU WILSON,” I enunciated each word, deliberately, with a huge underline so he could get it through his thick skull.
He looked like he was going to be sick as he shifted in his seat and rubbed his palms down his face.
“Leo, please. I don’t want that,” he begs grabbing both of my hands. The tears that welled up in his eyes, almost made me feel bad. Almost!
But then I recall what he had or still has put me through. For just a moment of pleasure, he didn’t even seem to want. I waited for something to happen, like his touch affecting me, like his tears bothering me, or his vulnerable state softening me. It didn’t.
All I felt was broken and aching all over. An ache that wasn’t physical, it was a slow poison killing our marriage leisurely, day by day, leaving me cold and numb in the process.
“I, I can’t.” I pulled my hands out of his grasp, wanting to rinse it and scrub it. Those were the hands that held her head while she pleased him.
“Leo, think about Willy, she doesn’t deserve this.” He pointed out and that was it, my patience broke loose as I fumed in anger.
“Really?” I mocked loudly. “Like you bother thinking about her while you were getting your dick sucked by that woman, like, you pulled away instead of leaning your head back and enjoying it by
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fisting her hair,” I exclaimed opening the door and getting out of the car.
Sitting in that car with him was strangling me, crushing my head and was now dropping the migraine headaches I’d developed recently. I rubbed my forehead to get rid of the throbbing.
“Leo, please. I promise if you give me one chance we can get past this.” He requested leaning toward me and joining his hands in a praying manner.
Too bad I wasn’t God, too merciful enough to forgive him or take him back. I am just a human, with feelings which had been dishonoured and crushed.
