“Sometimes, I was ashamed of myself for loving someone like you. It seems in other people’s eyes, I don’t deserve you.” I sobbed, and I poured out all my emotions relentlessly with my crying. “When you bought that car, you told me to never eat or do makeup there, but Emilia posted just a few weeks ago doing both...”
Well, being Emilia does have a privilege after all.
“We’re done, Jonathan. Go. Leave. Be with Emilia!” I stomped my foot and I didn’t know if the entirety of me ached for him. All I feel is anger and disappointment and betrayal. All I see is a male, an Alpha, who could have been my husband but tossed it all aside for one Emilia.
He read the annoyance on my face, but he only pursed his lips and ignored my words as if everything I said was just on a whim. “There's really nothing between Emilia and me. If we wanted to be together, it would have happened long ago even before you came into our lives. Why can’t you understand that?"
Oh, so it was me who broke their plans of being together instead?
And the way he said ‘into OUR lives’...
I shook my head. “Deny it all you want, Jon. But everyone can vividly see what the two of you are to one another.”
He blinked, shocked at my statement. But I held up a hand and looked at him straight in the eyes, "As I've already said, I really don't care. You two are obsessed with one another. I’m tired for the day and I don’t want to argue further. Can you just be quiet even for tonight?"
None of us said further after a second as soon as I turned around and went to the bedroom.
As soon as I locked the door, I heard him punch the wall, the sound reverberating even with the closed bedroom door.
Seeing that I was ignoring his actions, he eventually quieted. Soon, his phone rang with a ringtone he only reserved for one person.
I had always been the understanding, gentle, and often—if not most of the time—possessive.
Our arguments always revolved around Emilia. And not once he took my side.
He didn't get the expected reaction from me. He thought I would be charging at him with plenty of rebuttals and excuses and other words of possessiveness that I still want him in my life.
But I no longer did.
And when I heard the creaking of the front door opening, judging by the call's ringtone, I already know to whom he was fucking headed.