The Guy Who Called Me An A-class Bitch

Chapter 50 - He Has No Empathy

Sorry I'm such a pathetic excuse for a girlfriend? Sorry I dated you when I was already married? Sorry you had to take leaves from work just for this shit to happen? Sorry I'm such a coward?

"Jess, look, it's alright. I mean, it's obviously not but, it will be. I promise," he said. "And I swear this motherfucker will be behind bars, but please, don't shut me out."

Silence.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, so slowly that I could barely hear him.

What the hell is he sorry for? Me?

With that, I hear him walk away.

I don't know how long I sat there, sobbing. Wondering why my life had to turn out this way.

All my life I spent believing that there's no love. Then I find love myself.

And then this happens.

It's not fair. It's just not fair how some people get all the luck, all the happiness. And some get...nothing.

I could've gone on forever ranting about my sad life, wondering what I had done to deserve this, but alas, it was not meant to be.

"Jessica, we do not have the whole damn day!" I head Daniel yell. "Pack up fast!"

That little piece of shit. I will murder that man in his sleep.

Wait, that's actually a good idea. Maybe I will murder him in his sleep. Yes, he deserves it.

But for that, I gotta get to his house. With this motivation in my mind, I start packing up my clothes in a little suitcase.

Since I didn't really own too many clothes, packing should take just ten minutes. But it doesn't. I try to pack as slow as I possibly can, looking at each and every clothing article and remembering when and where I had wore it.

So, after about half an hour, I emerge from my room, with my head down. I felt abashed since I didn't even fight for myself. I felt angry for whatever he has done. I also felt upset since my entire life was in his hands now.

To be honest, I felt a lot of things right now.

Daniel had made himself comfortable on the couch and his nose was two inches from his phone. Asher looked like he wanted to punch Daniel and was pacing around the hall. Upon noticing my presence, he stopped abruptly.

"Jess," he breathed. He looked at me carefully, noticing the red eyes.

And on hearing this, Daniel looked up from his phone and muttered, "Finally."

Ignoring him, I walk towards Ash. I stop when I'm just inches away from him and set down my suitcase.

"Tell Cass everything. Tell her I'm sorry," I whisper, just loud enough for Asher to hear. He nods in response.

"I promise I'll get you away from him," Asher whispers back. "I promise."

"I know you will," I answer. I see a small smile on his face.

"High expectations, I see," he says. A ghost of a smile appears on my face too.

"Always," I reply and move away.