Broken Strings

C H A P T E R S I X

Anisha was fucking sick of it. Of all of it.

She was so fucking sick of it. And she was more than done with allowing people to walk all over her.

Honestly, she didn't have enough strength anymore. And whatever time she did have left, she didn't want to cry.

She spent more than enough time crying and cursing her days.

Not anymore. Never again.

"Anisha, how nice to see you."

Anisha looked up with a fire blazing in her eyes. They would pay. She would make them pay. Andrew would regret the day he chose another woman over his wife and Amanda would regret the day she messed with Anisha's family.

"I'm not sure what's nice in seeing the wife of the man you're fucking."

Amanda's smirk faltered, she had definitely not expected that response.

"Well, I mean it's nice to know that he plans on leaving you soon."

Anisha's eyes softened in pain. She could pretend that the things around her didn't bother her. But they did. They fucking did and she hated it.

She hated that the fact that he still had the power to tear her apart. Even when she thought the pain and heartbreak couldn't get worse, he always found a way to tear her apart even more, to hurt beyond what she could endure.

"Pity isn't it. He's leaving you soon, for me. And then he wants to get married and try for baby, our baby."

Normally, Anisha was the type of woman who looked for the good in others. She always believed that each person had some bit of goodness in their heart.

But standing there in the corner of the fall, Anisha realized how wrong she had been. Life had proven over and over to her that some people simply just didn't care about anyone else but themselves.

And Amanda was one of those people.

Anisha's brown eyes settled on the woman in front of her, the woman who had destroyed her marriage, the woman who had ruined her life.

Her voice was low but deadly as she spoke. They would pay. They would all pay. "Congratulations Amanda. You two really are good for each other. The lying bitch and the untrusting bastard."

Amanda furrowed her eyebrows, clearly confused as to what was going on. Often during their encounters, Anisha would back down, almost afraid to even dare look at her. Surely, sometime must be wrong.

Maybe it was alcohol. But Amanda knew Anisha wasn't a drinker.

So where the hell was this confidence coming from?

Anisha was breaking apart on the inside. He was going to leave her. She begged herself to hold it together.

Time wasn't on her side, she knew that. And she was going to let Amanda have it today.

"But let's clear a few things, shall we? First of all, he won't be leaving me. I'll be the one leaving him soon, for good. So you don't need to worry about that."

"Second, even if he does marry you, always remember you were the other woman and you will always be the second option. I was his first wife, I was the first woman he ever slept with and I will always hold a special place in his heart. We both know, that deep down, a part of him will always love me. Because when you love someone, you don't forget about them, no matter how much you want to."

"And even if I'm not there Amanda, you will always be his second choice. He may not get along with me but we both know how much he loves Ryan and Mira. And at the end of the day, they will be his priority, even over any children you give him."