Chapter 22
“Rosella, please. Let’s talk. I know I did cause you so much pain but hear me out first,” he begged while chasing me as I made my way back to the studio.
“Hear what? How you mated with Sasha while thinking maybe I’d be happy if it bore fruit?” I snapped bitterly. “No, thanks. I saw you, I saw the aftermath, I already went through all of
it.”
He tried to take hold of me, but his hand only slid down my elbow. Shocked that he was able to touch me again, I swung that arm and accidentally hit him.
He was surprised by how I acted, and so was I, but he didn’t mind it anymore. Because now that we were face to face, he took the opportunity.
“I did that because I wanted to make us whole again, Rosella. I did that to give you a child.”
“Did I ask you for that?” I stared at him with so much disgust. “Did I beg you, Darius?”
I started to breathe hard, then chuckled.
“Please, Darius, fuck another woman because I am incomplete, I needed a child! I need your to cheat on me, please,” I bit my lower lip to stop my voice from cracking. “Did I say that?”
His shoulders sank when he heard me. I thought after three months, the pain would ease, that I was only afraid he’d lock me up again. But I was wrong. It still hurts.
“I never asked you that, Darius,” I said, tears falling as I clutched my chest. “I just wanted. you to hold me. To mourn with me. I didn’t need another child–I needed you.”
I looked unhinged, crying like that while he held back tears. I didn’t stare at him with disappointment, but with regret.
“I love you,” he whispered.
I gasped. “Your love hurts, Darius. It shatters, it drains.”
He caught my hand and because I was already too weak, I could barely pull away.
“If you give me one more chance, I’ll bring back what we lost, our joy, our dreams. I can lose anything but you,” he said, wiping his eyes. “Just say the word. I’ll leave it all behind. I’ll make it right.”
Maybe those words would have made me happy, overwhelmed, and loved before. But now all they made me feel was that I was being lied to.
Because I feel like Darius can’t do all that anymore. We’re broken now. Back then, when there was only a small crack in our relationship, he still destroyed it, what more now?
“Please, allow me to correct all my mistakes, baby.”
“You can correct it without pursuing me…” I sobbed. “Correct it for yourself, Darius. Again, I w–want a divorce.”
I held his hand and looked him in the eyes. “Se–set me free, p–p–please.”
That was how Erik found us. He rushed over and separated us.
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“Rose, are you okay? Did he try to hurt you?” He checked my body.
I just shook my head and couldn’t speak anymore. I was about to step away when Darius spoke.
“Who are you? What right do you have to get between me and my wife, huh?!” Darius said angrily to him.
Not content, he shoved Erik, who faced him with a dark expression.
“Please, not here! This is humiliating in front of people,” I hissed at them as I tried to push them apart.
My husband looked at me with rage in his eyes. He even pointed at Erik.
“Who is this bastard, huh? Is he the reason why you no longer want to give me a chance? Is he your boyfriend?”
“Shut up, will you?!” I hissed at him. “He has nothing to do with my decision to not give you another chance. Even if Erik wasn’t here, I would still tell you straight that I want a divorce!”
“Then I won’t give you that!” he shouted angrily, his eyes falling on Erik who stood beside me, ready to intervene if Darius tried to hurt me. “You want out of the marriage because of this man, huh…” he raged.
Out of fury, my hand rose and landed on his cheek. He stood frozen and in disbelief, because I had never done that before.
“How dare you try to paint me as dirty as you,” I said, trembling with anger. “If you can fuck another woman while married to me, I can’t do that. I want a divorce because you became the man you promised never to be!”
“Rosella, I regretted that,” he suddenly softened and tried to touch me again, to control me. “You regret it because you lost me. But you shouldn’t have done it in the first place. You left me vulnerable, made me feel unworthy because I couldn’t give you a child. You cheated on me, brought your mistress home, and still that wasn’t enough,” I gasped as my chest tightened. “You locked me up like a prisoner, Darius. You–my husband–you were the one who broke me and stepped on me, so even the smallest bit of forgiveness… feels too precious to give.”
I fished something out of my purse and shoved it into his hand.
“Take this ring. The symbol of all your promises you never kept. I’m sorry… but I will never come back to you. I don’t love you anymore. I have no love left for you.”
And with that, I turned away… without once looking back.
