June
My last words still echoed in my head. I didn't believe I would ever have the strength to blurt out that. I love Lucas with every fiber of my being but it seemed that I was the intruder in his life. Every attempt to be more involved, backfired. I felt stupid, humiliated. I couldn't do anything else other than thinking of how I have been mistreated by Lucas. I fought back the tears, standing at the corridor, not flinching my gaze from his.
"What did you just say to me?" He barked, my body jerked off in fear as I put my foot down.
"You heard me Lucas. I am done, I want a divorce." He burst into laughter. "You must be joking June. You can't survive out there without me. I made you into what you are and this marriage as been a boost in your life. You won't be bold enough to throw it all away because you saw a few photos. Or maybe it's because, I told you Kyra's pregnant... Is that why you are acting this dramatic?" I gasped, feeling insulted. I was the one that found out about them abruptly and there was no sign of remorse. That he was truly sorry for what he did. He was barking at my face because he believed I wouldn't be able to function without him?
My heart was breaking in more ways than none. I couldn't sift through my mixed feelings. I didn't know if I should throw my hands in the air or at him or even hit him for hurting me this way. I wasn't a violent person but damn I wanted to scream, to hit something and let out this frustration that has taken over my mind. "Is that what you have to say to me? You got some other woman knocked up and all you have to say is I wouldn't survive out there? How cruel can you be?" I couldn't fight back the tears any more. My heart was breaking. The images of the man I used to know flooded my mind. Lucas used to be loving. I remember the moments we had even before we hit married, his he came to the hospital every day just to know how I was doing. Like the time I collapsed, on my way to work, he dropped everything to come be by my side. He didn't leave my hand for one second. This wasn't the first pregnancy I had for him, three times I have been pregnant and I have lost them. He didn't hate me then, neither did he look at me with disdain and terror. All of a sudden everything changed, I couldn't even begin to think of the moment the change began. All I knew was that it was fast, like in a blink of an eye, my marriage changed before my eyes and there was nothing I could do.
Could I still salvage what we have left? Is there anything left to hold on to?
"I have always been like this June but you are too naive, too blind to see it. I have only been trying to hold on to you because my grandfather liked you so much."
"What about you Lucas? Did you ever love me that you would prefer to be with that bitch..." Before I could say anything else, he slapped me across my face. I held on to the side of my cheeks, i found feel my face on fire, tears flooded the gates of my eyes. Flowing uncontrollably.
"You will watch your words when you are referring to Kyra. She is more of a woman than you can ever be." The look. In his eyes was full of hate. Lucas had never raised his hands on me before. It doesn't matter the extent of our argument, he didn't dare. Now, because of Kyra, he didn't seem to have a problem with it.
"I am getting a divorce." Another stream of tears rolled down my cheeks. "I don't care if you like it or not. It doesn't matter to me any more." I lied.
Still in rage and fury, he coldly brushed past me leaving me alone in the corridor.
I heaved in pain, shattered. I embraced myself as I burst into tears, I couldn't hold myself for long, my legs were weak. I fell to the ground, crying myself to an immense amount of pain. The home that was once mine was opened to anyone who had the capacity to treat me how ever they saw fit. I was the billionaire's wife, the most envied and looked up on. Now I have become an outcast in my own home and marriage. There was nothing anyone can do to save me, if I don't save myself.
I carried myself to the bedroom, feeling alone as the weight of everything pressed heavily on me. I relieved the photos I saw. I went through my phone and saw them together again, I deleted them. Too pained to look at them not after the image has been imprinted in my mind. I slide through my notification bar to see the photos again for the second time, I tried to look for anything at all that might make sense to me. Maybe the photo wasn't real? It might be part of Kyra's plan to destroy my marriage. My body began to change in a familiar way, twisting and turning in pain as the heat inside me only burned faster. I threw my phone to the other side of the bed. Bursting into tears; I can't take this. I muttered to myself. Shame was what I felt amongst other things. Trying everything that didn't seem to work only made me feel like a failure. I just want him back.
After over an hour during crying and reliving memories, I wiped my tears. "I'm done begging." I heard a thud at a distance. I grimaced, knowing I'm the only one at home. My heart skipped a bit, praying not to face who I thought it might be. I quickened my foot steps to the hallway and I saw Lucas, staggering with a devilish smile, distant and high. I slowly walked closer to him, cringed at the foul smell of alcohol. "You are drunk, Lucas."
"Drunk ? Why do you care? You are...leaving anyways. I don't expect you to care about anything that involves me." I sighed growing the strength to keep shut. He was getting on my nerves at every split second. Even while being drunk.
"Let me take you inside. It's cold and you don't have to be out here." This was his moment of weakness and I was too tired to be in a brawl with him. As soon as I extended my hands to him, he slapped my hands away from him. That was the only form of touch that was the norm. It needed some getting use to.
I stood, facing him in shock. "Are you really serious about the divorce?" Yes, it might be his moment of weakness but his usual self was hidden somewhere inside this body of a stranger I have now come to be living with. I kept quiet. Tears burning my eyes again hurting my vision.
I blew out a steady breath. "Oh, I see." He slurred. "You are going to run off with another man. He has promised you everything just as I did to win your heart back then." My body switched in temperature. I was supposed to be used to the accusations but something about what he said shook me to my core.
"What do you mean by that? That you enticed me with your wealth and that's why I was with you for five fucking years?"
While drifting from reality because of his state, a sneer came out of him. "Good, you catch on quick. That's exactly what happened? You can never be like Kyra, she is so composed and knows how to navigate my world. With you, I have to teach you everything. It shows how pathetic you are." My heart folded in itself wondering, how long it was going to hold out for me. "I made you who you are, you are only leaving this marriage when I say you are. As for now, there might still be use for you after all."
I swallowed hard. "I'm pregnant, Lucas." He was counting his steps out of my presence when he stopped in his tracks, after I blurted it out. 'June you should have shut the fuck up.'
My heart skipped, disrupting it's rhythm. My hands trembled in fear. I was nervous because he was becoming unpredictable now and not knowing how he was going to reacts drove me nuts. A thunderous laughter erupted from him, I grimaced. "Did I say anything funny?"
He bent forward, laughing deeper in mockery. "You think you can use that against me? To get me to beg you? You must be a clown." I bursted into tears as he glared past me, counting his steps to his bed room. I felt the strong urge to talk to someone, my mind was already in chaos. There was no telling, if I didn't get the words and emotions out. I ran into my room, picked up my phone dialing Khloe's mobile. It rang for a while and went straight to her boyfriend. The image of Damian sift through my mind. I remembered how I felt just by talking to him. The small moment of weakness I had with him made me feel loved and seen. I thought to call him, I checked through my contacts. The whole time we spent together became clearer.
Shit, I don't have it. My phone rang, not giving me time to process the loss I have been faced with. Tears immediately filled my eyes as I answered her call. "Oh June, you don't sound too good are you okay?"
"No I'm not..." I tried to speak, looking for the words.
"Come to bed." That baritone voice, I heard from the background of the call, gave me chills. Khloe was finding it difficult to talk and I didn't want to stop that..
"Never mind. I can see you are busy. We can talk some other time." I ended the call before she could say anything further. I didn't want to get her attention out of pity when she was clearly having the time of her life. Still in my dilemma, that baritone voice played in my head and I couldn't help but spot the familiarity in his voice.
That voice reminded me of someone. "Damian."