The Plot

Chapter 10

Amelia...

What is she doing here?

"Hi, can I help you?" I greeted even though fear gripped my heart but she didn't need to know that. My mind already began to put two and two together but I just hoped that it was not true.

"Hi," she said unsurely, as if she didn't expect a warm greeting. "Is Andrew at home? And if he is, I'd like to see him."

"Yes he's here, but what would you like to see him for?" I arched an eyebrow at her, my voice sounded shaky. She cowered away from me, as if I would attack in an instant.

Oh no, that can't be good.

The rise and fall of my chest and laboured breaths became more visible. This only meant one thing. Why else would she take so long to answer a simple question? I closed my teary eyes to gather my bearings.

Deep breaths, deep breaths Gabriella.

I opened my eyes when I knew that I wouldn't shed any tears in front of this woman. "Well," I cursed myself internally because my voice was still shaky. "Aren't you going to answer me?" My sweaty palms gripped the door handle, I tried anything possible, in this moment that would make my heart rate- which was going at an unimaginable speed, to slow down.

She raised her head to look at me then she tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. "I- um-"

"She doesn't owe you an explanation for anything." And all of a sudden, it's like her confidence spiked and a veil of arrogance covered her face that once showed fear when she heard his voice.

I turned around to see Andrew approaching us. His cold eyes glared at me with contempt as he scrutinized me from head to toe. But one thing was clear when he turned to look at her; the love was as clear as day... and it shattered my heart.

"Hey. What are you doing here? " He greeted with such a charming smile that I've never seen him show before- not in front of me; all I get is scowls and insults thrown at me.

"Hey! I wanted to see you. " She said when he hugged her. I was rooted to my spot and stumped for words as I watched my husband be affectionate with another woman and to make it worse, she was his ex; the same girl I gave the middle finger to. I guess she was right... he will always love her.

I gripped the door knob tighter. I looked at Andrew with tears brimming my eyes; I hate being this see through, I hate it that both of them know that they've ruffled my feathers.

Calm down so you could get some answers.

"Is she your-"

"Yes." He confirmed; Amelia's face flushed bright red.

"Oh." If tears didn't threaten to fall before, they will surely fall now without holding back. So this is it, I'm married to a cheater. Nothing hurts more than your husband reconciling with his ex, someone he had history with.

I watched as they strolled down the pathway without a care in the world. The smile never left Andrew's face.  He lead her to his car and opened the door for her like a true gentleman.

How could they have the audacity to do all this and they know I'm watching them?!

He walked around to the driver's side and got in, but before he did, he didn't fail to scowl at me one last time. I slammed the door shut; my teary eyes wouldn't allow me to watch anymore. Soon enough my face was wet with tears. Oh gosh, what kind of marriage did my parents get me into! This is definitely not the life I envisioned for myself.

I walked over to the living room and sat on the sofa. This is exactly what I was afraid of. I should have left when I had the chance. Is something wrong with me? Why is it that every time I enter a relationship something like this always happens? They always leave me to get someone better. Is it that I never tried hard enough? Am I not good enough? Could it be that I'm just a stepping stone for guys to find the one they're really after?

I sighed. Woe is me.

Pith party tears brimmed in my eyes once again. There goes the acquired self esteem I got after I broke up with Neil. It doesn't seem like I traded my small stone for gold, instead of gold I got a bigger stone and a bag of trash! How could I let myself be so foolish to blindly enter a marriage with a man I didn't know, just because he is my father's friend son. Now look at the catastrophe I brought on myself...

Could it have been that I offended him in some way?

But what could I have done? I was nice to him all the time. I may have shyed away a little but I was nice! My grandmother always said if somethingisbroken in your marriage you must find a way to fix it. Maybe it'smy fault that he's acting like this. But that still doesn't give him the right to cheat! I cannot believe he had the gall to cheat then have the added ephontry to let her show her face at my house. It shows that neither ofthem have no bloody respect for me.

I clenched my fists. Stuff like this makes my blood boil. I'm sick and tired of people using me. He will definitely be getting earful from me when he returns- however long that may be. I got up and pace around the living room to get a grip of myself.

Calm down Gabriella.

Ever since I was small, my mom always preached forgiveness whenever marriage was brought up. She says it's a key component in a marriage's survival. I might just tear a page out of her book and try it. Though it may be difficult, it's worth a try. Forgiveness is key, right? Who knows? He might come to his senses...

Who am I kidding? There's no way he's going to even listen to anything I say. I sighed, No pessimistic thoughts, positive ones only.

But still can't get over the disrespect! Ugh he had the guts to show off his mistress in front of me... Forgiveness, I'm going to forgive him and forget all about if he apologize. Yes, that is exactly what I will do...

Three hours later...

That sucker messed with the wrong woman!

I watched as the flames emerged from the heaping pile of his clothes that burned in the backyard. The anger got under my skin... so I burned his clothes. Forgiveness can come later, as for right now, an overflow of anger just wants to rear its ugly head. How dare he cheat on me! Doesn't he respect the sanctity of marriage?! I guess not and that's why I'm going to burn all his shit!

I outed the fire when ashes and burnt pieces of his clothing were left. This shouldn't affect him; I'm sure he has clothes at Amelia's house. And that thought just seemed to anger me more... so I went up to his room. I swung the door open- which caused it to bang on the wall.

It's time to rearrange his room...

I took his baseball bat from the closet. I smashed anything in sight: the bedside lamps, his pillow, tables- anything that was smashable, I smashed. God only knows if that was her first time here. What if they came her to- I don't even want to finish that sentence. A fresh set of tears flowed down my flushed face. "Andrew you moron! You've ruined me!" I yelled. My day was almost fine until that happened.

Now that the anger has been released, it's time for forgiveness...

I went to my room to take a shower to relax then I dressed nicely in a floral skater dress, cooked dinner then waited for his arrival. After I had dinner I went to sit in the living room, but not before I got myself a glass of wine... well, a whole bottle but in all honesty some alcoholic bravery may be needed after he disgraced me like that.

I took a sip of my wine with my eyes trained on the door. He has no idea what he got himself into. About two hours later, the glare of his headlights flashed at the window. He parked his car in the garage. His heavy footsteps made their way onto the doorstep. The jingle of his keys trying to open the door made my heartbeat faster. This is it. Time to preach forgiveness on the hilltops. Forgive and forget. With a twist of the door knob, the door opened and he entered the house.

Think before you act and speak Gabriella.

But my body had other plans... I grabbed anything that was reachable- which was a vase and threw it at him. He barely ducked to save his life...

"What the hell  ran through your head to let your bitch show up at this house?!"