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

The Beginning

Three days later

 

"What? You brought a girl home to make her jealous. Can you hear yourself?" Amelia asked in disbelief.  

I brought the cigarette to my lips and blew out a puff. I knew that's how she would react.

I wouldn't have come here if it wasn't for my therapy session.  

"You succeeded in breaking her as you wanted. So are you happy now?' she asked me bitterly. Her words made me freeze in my spot. 

Am I happy?

No.

And it frustrated me even more. I didn't feel the satisfaction that I thought I would feel when she admitted that I have ruined her life. That was the plan. To ruin her life. To break her spirit. To shatter her heart into million pieces. What I had not anticipated was the hollowness that I was feeling since that day. Since she left me. 

  

"I am talking to you. Are you happy now?" she questioned. I stabbed the cigarette into the ashtray and tried to play cool.

"That doesn't matter," I responded without looking into her eyes.

" So you are not happy," She quirked a brow and remarked. 

Three days had passed since that incident. Not a single ounce of happiness had I felt in these three days. The house appeared lonelier than ever. Everything felt meaningless. 

I indeed succeeded in breaking her when she saw me with Selena. An escort my friend Rick had arranged for me. I wasn't going to sleep with her but just wanted Crystal to feel the jealousy that I was burning in since the moment I saw her with that bloody accountant. I hated when she defended him. Just wanted to give her the taste of her own medicine. But hadn't expected things would heat up that badly. 

My traitor heart blossomed with happiness and pride when she grabbed my hand and staked her claim over me in front of that woman. It enjoyed immensely when she called herself my wife and lady of the house. The fire in her eyes was making me hot all over but I didn't let it burn me completely. I snapped out of whatever trance she had sent me into and fixed her with a glare while uttering those words that I knew would stoke her anger even more. I didn't want Selena to see her break down and so I told her to go upstairs.

She looked defeated, exhausted, and distressed. Her desperation filtered through her questions and ravings. I didn't like the sorrow that shadowed over me when tears streaked down her cheek. I had to suppress my urge to swoop her into my arm and kiss her tears away. Her red-rimmed eyes were screaming the rage she was feeling at that moment. The harshness of her voice displayed how I had succeeded in smashing her ego. I knew better than being manipulated by her facade now. 

But I had nearly lost control over myself when she slumped to the floor. The pain of seeing her like this scalded my heart. Her words that confirmed her hatred towards me added to the burn. I was so close to run over to her and pick her up but instead, I clenched my fist and attempted to calm my raging heart. She was just paying for her own sins. Besides, this was exactly what I wanted. She on her knees. I turned around and ran up the stairs.

The woman was in the room. She threw an inviting smile at me as I entered through the door. I didn't react and closed the door. She stood up from the bed but I walked past her and strode into my bathroom. I splashed water on my face and leaned over the counter. My emotions were going haywire. That was the first time I saw her breaking down to that extent and I didn't like it one bit. I was tempted to spring back to her and tell her the truth. But I knew it was my love for her that was messing with my head. 

I came out and saw the woman holding a glass of wine. She paced towards me and handed me that glass. I took it and turned on the music so that Crystal feel that I am enjoying myself. A few seconds later, someone knocked on the door and I knew who that person was. She had this habit of knocking twice in one go. I plastered a fake smile over my face and opened the door. 

There she was. Her face had lost its glow in a matter of minutes. Her eyes puffy red and her cheeks wet with tears. My heart wrung excruciatingly at the sight of her. But then she said something that flared my temper. She still hadn't stopped supporting him. But her next line shocked me completely. She was ready to step down for him. The realization evoked my rage once again. Why the hell she was so hell-bent on keeping him. But all my anger, irritation went poof into thin air when she said that she was leaving. 

My raging nerves turned frenzy and a wave of fear crashed into me when she said that. I diverted my gaze to the luggage that was lying on the floor behind her. My mouth uttered no without consulting with my brain. She didn't faze by my stern tone. I figured that she had made up my mind but I wasn't going to let her go at any cost. My heart gave a squeeze. This time I said with more force and authority. My orbs demanding submission but she didn't cower. I even threatened her but she remained adamant. Her response felt like a sword piercing through my soul. When she said I have ruined her life. A confession I was waiting for so long to hear. Her words hacked through my heart like a woodcutter. Didn't feel soothing. They felt devastating. 

I didn't stop her after that. She walked away from me once again. And I kept looking at her once again. Waiting for her to turn around but she didn't. My heart begged me to run after her. To stop her and end this vicious game of revenge.

"Why do you keep zoning out? Is it because you are feeling guilty for treating her like that," Amelia countered. "You know why I did that? I have no guilt for what I did," I lied

"Lying to your therapist. I wouldn't suggest you that,"

"I am not lying," I lied again

"Yes. you are. I don't know whether you are ignoring this or you are oblivious to the fact that you are still in love with her," she told me

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