Married To My Bully by Sakshi C (read me like a book TXT) 📗

A Murderer?

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I sobbed till my throat hurt and my cheeks ache. I wasn't as heartbroken yesterday when he told me that he killed his father as I was today when I saw him hugging her. An inconsolable sob ripped through my throat when I recounted the scene. I clutched my chest as the pain I was feeling beneath it, was insufferable. Time ticked on and I tried to regain my composure. How could I fall for a man like him? He gave me so many reasons to hate him but I was always more keen on looking for reasons which gave me hope that he can love someday. That someday he would accept me. Maybe I deserve this. 

Few minutes later, I swiped my hand across my face and pulled myself to my feet. I tripped on my feet. It felt as if someone had sucked my energy away.

I took the same stairs that Alex and his flavor of the night did a few minutes ago. 

My heart clenched in anguish when I heard the sound of a sensuous song coming from his room. 

Without sparing a glance at his door, I got through mine and picked my stuff to leave. Ian's words echoed in my head as I stepped out through the door. I had completely forgotten about his request. I had promised him that I would talk to Alex. "Bad idea," My heart piped in, fearing more pain. But Ian was counting on me, my mind reminded me. I was his only hope. Unintentionally, my eyes flitted to his black door. And my throat burned as the images of what must be happening behind that door ran through my mind. I didn't want to feel what I was feeling. It was too painful. Too brutal. 

I wiped my eyes, not allowing any escape for the tears and marched towards his door. One last time. 

I knocked forcefully on the door as the music was quite loud. I knocked three times and when I was about to knock again, the door swung open. Appeared he from behind the door. For a second, my mind went numb. He had a glass of champagne in his hand and a smile on his face which disappeared quickly after he saw me. I wasn't sure but Something akin to concern reflected on his expression as he studied my face. Maybe he did feel bad. But not enough. I gulped back my rising sorrow and looked down at the floor. I balled my hand into a fist or else I would have threw a slap across his cheek. 

"I am resigning from the company as you wanted. All I request you in return is to not transfer Ian. And.... And I am leaving... You and this house," I looked up to meet his gaze when I said the last line. His brow drew together as if his mind was processing my word. I saw his mask slipping away when I said those words. His eyes flickered down to my suitcase that was standing behind me. He looked displeased, shocked, and almost bothered. And just like that, he masked his expression once again. 

"No. You are not going anywhere," he said in his non-argumantative tone causing rage to fire up inside me. 

"I wasn't asking you. I was telling you," I said calmly and turned around but couldn't take a step ahead as his hand grabbed my wrist. 

"No, you are not allowed to cross the threshold of this mansion," did I hear right? A tinge of desperation in his voice? I turned around to look at him and found a stone cold man glaring at me. 

"You can't dictate my life, Mr. Knight. I am not one of your whores," I glared him hard in the eye

"You have no idea what I can do to you? I promise I'll destroy your life if you dare to step out of the door," he bent down to my eye level and said slowly but imposingly. A bitter chuckle escaped me on hearing him. He eyed me in disbelief. 

"You've already ruin my life. I have no personal and professional life now. You ruined my life the day you married me," I hissed in his face. His eye lashes fluttered when I said that. 

"I can't live with you, Alex. Please, let me go. I am tired of crying every night, hoping every morning, and hurting every day. You are sick in mind. You are a murderer. And I deserve better than you," I whispered as tears threatened to stream down my eyes. There was no fury in my voice, no accusation. It was just a plain explanation, riddled with huge amount of pain that I was suffering through. 

He freed my hand. Let go of it without averting his gaze from mine. If I didn't know better I would say that he looked crestfallen. But who am I kidding. 

I flicked my gaze downward and started walking away. Every step away from him felt a blow to my heart. And I hated myself for feeling this way. I didn't turn around to look at him when I stepped down the stairs, I resisted from turning around even when I walked towards the main door. And I didn't turn back to get a last look at him when I walked out through that door. 

Everything ended just like that. 

My cab was waiting outside. I sat in the cab and motioned the driver to move and gave a one last longing look to the mansion. 

The car set in motion and I squeazed my eyes shut, giving way to more tears. 

"Why did you have to be like this?" I murmured to myself. 

Why did everything had to end like this? Why did I let you get in my heart? Why did I let you toy with it? And why the hell does it hurt so much? 

So many questions and no answers. 

Answers. There was one person who could give me answers. Mrs. Knight. 

Anger sparked through me once again. I wouldn't have to go all much pain had she not encouraged me to see her son in a different light. She had told me that her son is capable of feeling and that gave me hope. 

Now I wanted to ask her why did she do it with me? Why she gave me falso hopes? I directed the driver to turn the car towards Mrs. Knight's place. 

I knocked at the door, not caring it was fifteen minutes past midnight. I wanted my answers. 

Mr. Knight opened the door and gave me a confused look. 

"Crystal? What's wrong? Get in," I could feel slight trepidition in his voice. He eyed me with concern. I knew I was looking completely out of place. I followed him in. 

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