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Chapter 6: Set him free

  • When I opened the door of my husband's mansion, a loud slap immediately greeted me, making my face twisted. I just bit my lip because of the extreme pain and pain I was feeling. I closed my eyes tightly and calmed myself.
  • “Do you have a thick face still to come here?” my husband's mistress said angrily so I laughed softly.
  • I wiped the edge of my lip that was bleeding from the force of her slap and looked at her.
  • “Really? Am I thick-faced?” I laughed questioning her.
  • She suddenly quiet, so I laughed even more.
  • “Who among us is the mistress? Aren't you? So, you're the one have the thickness of the face.” I said coldly.
  • She raised an eyebrow at me and I looked at her seriously. She laughed weakly and at the same time crossed her arms as she approached me.
  • “Mistress? But I am his beloved. ” she said with a smirk as she poked my shoulder which I pulled back.
  • I smirked and looked at her angrily while holding her finger which she complained about.
  • “Don't ever point you're fucking finger on me, in front of my husband's mansion.” I said coldly as I tightened the grip on her finger.
  • “Ouch, you bitch! Let go of me.” she said angrily but I just laughed at her.
  • “You are the beloved one. But I was the one he married.” I whispered coldly in her ear at the same time pushing her.
  • She sat down and cried so I raised my eyebrow.
  • “Seriously? when will this woman change. Her acting is so fucking boring.” I said to myself.
  • “Why did you push me? I just want to say hello to you! ” she shouted so my mouth fell.
  • “Wow! What a best actress.” I said in my mind.
  • Suddenly, my husband came out and quickly helped her stand up.
  • “Are you okay, babe?” he asked worriedly.
  • I looked away when he suddenly hugged his mistress infront on me. I don't know myself why I'm fooling around with a man I'm not the one he love and someone else loves. It hurts so much to think that you have done everything but he still can't love you. I secretly laughed and went inside. I can no longer see the embrace of the person I love and the person he loves.
  • Am I too stupid? because I just let the person I love, hurt me and crush me. Yes, I know I'm stupid, I'm so stupid. But for the person I love only, is it stupid to love someone more than yourself? Am I too stupid if I just let myself be oppressed and hurt by the person I love? because you don't want to lose it to you?
  • I did not realize that my tears were already dripping so I quickly wiped them away. And I didn't even realize that I was here in front of my room. I was about to enter when someone suddenly grabbed my arm.
  • The eyes of the two of us met, the man I loved so much. Anger could be seen in his eyes as if it was about to explode with anger.
  • “What did you do to Tiffany, huh? How many times can I tell you never hurt her because I am the one you can fight against!” he shouted angrily at my face and tightened his grip on my arm even more.
  • I felt his nail sink into my skin so I closed my eyes tightly. I bit my lip and opened my eyes. We looked at each other for a few seconds but he was the first to avoid.
  • “Tell me, you slut! What is Tiffany doing to you that is bad? To hurt her! the thickness of your face to hurt the woman I love! This is what you will remember, I don't love you! and I will never love you. Keep that in your mind! And don't ever hurt the woman I love or I'll kill you. ” he shouted angrily and turned away.
  • He hadn't taken three steps when I spoke which he stopped.
  • “Good for you.” I said smiling but tears still flowed in my eyes.
  • I laughed and wiped the tears that kept flowing down my cheeks. I looked up and gasped.
  • “I have a question.” I said softly.
  • He didn't say a word and just kept his back to me.
  • “Is it hard to love me?” I cried while question him.
  • “Because if so, my life is very useless.” I added.
  • “Because the person I love has someone else love and my own Mother does not recognize me as her child.” I laughed while saying that word.
  • I bit my lip so hard that I stopped crying. It hurts so much. I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore. It's exhausting. Can I just relax and stop being stupid?
  • “The world is terrible! so unfair!” I cried.
  • He was still not moving in his stance so I laughed softly.
  • “I am stupid, right? Because in our three years of marriage, I am the only one who loves the two of us. Just me! I’m the only one fooling around in this fucking relationship. Just me!” I laughed saying while holding back the crying.
  • “I know I'm not the one you love. I know that, because that’s what you always make me feel every day. I'm just stupid but I'm not numb, I'm not like you.” I said tearfully.
  • “I promised myself that I would not give up to you but in what you do every day. You give me a reason to step on you, to lose my love for you.” I added.
  • “If you’re numb, if you don’t care about me, if I’m just a scoundrel who is insignificant in your eyes, if a scattered trash, if a gold digger, but it’s trivial, trash, gold digger and anything you think of me. This woman loves you more than herself. The woman who made a fool of us in our three years of marriage, the woman who does nothing but love you even when it is crushed.” I said and bite my lips.
  • I looked up and laughed weakly. I sighed weakly and looked behind him.
  • “But ... this woman is also tired, also hurt. Do you want to be free? Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore. You can do whatever you want. Thanks to you I learned to love and I learned what love is. I'm glad I met you, I'm glad I loved you, and I'm glad I set you free.” I said smiling as my tears continued to flow.
  • I turned my back on him and went into my room. When I entered my room, I just sat on the floor and cried and cried.
  • It hurts so much, when the person you love is you letting go. I leaned my head against the door and just closed it.
  • Maybe we're not really the ones for each other, that's all that's really the story of the two of us. I smiled bitterly and stood up. I rolled my whole gaze across my room.
  • I bowed down and smiled wryly. I will miss it. It’s just my comforter whenever my husband hurts me and when I’m crying.
  • I don't want to be stupid, maybe this is the day for me to set him free. It's tiring to fool around. Tiresome to cry hourly.
  • I sighed weakly and lay down on my bed. Maybe it’s time to go back to where I really came from and what I really am. I'm leaving peacefully, I don't want to disturb them anymore.