Authors note: This chapter gets dark. I’m putting a TW for mental abuse and suicide/self harm, since this chapter mainly focuses on those topics. If any of those trigger you, please skip to the end for a summary! Thanks for reading!
-Mari
What the fuck was I thinking. George stares at the monitor’s black screen, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He had not only messed up his own relationship with Dream, but Dream and Sapnap’s too.
His gaze lands on the grandfather clock sitting in the corner of his office, which reads 9:02 PM. He continues to sit at his desk, even though he hears rustling behind him. He knows if Jane catches him in his office past 9 PM he’d be in trouble, but tonight he doesn't care.
The rustling continues until it comes to an abrupt stop. With this George panicked, quickly spinning his chair around and standing up to try and make it seem as if he was cleaning.
“George, honey? What are you doing?” The familiar angry tone of Jane’s voice sends shivers through George, but he shakes them away and pulls in a deep breath.
“Just cleaning, babe.” He replies, turning his head to the floor and dusting off his chair with his hand.
“Well, I need you at the dinner table.”
“Just one second, I have to fi-”
“Now.” He could feel her deathly stare burning through the back of his neck, but nonetheless obeys her and trudges to the dinner table, closing the door to his office behind him.
Jane sits in one of the chairs at the table, her hands folded across her lap. On the top of the dark brown wooden table lays a pile of pamphlets: one with a gorgeous wedding cake adorned with roses and jewels, one with a bouquet of flowers, another with the view of a sunset, and many more buried underneath.
George gingerly pulls out a chair and settles down, while Jane watches closely.
“Now, that we have some alone time without you on that damn computer all the time, do you like these pamphlets for our wedding?” She pushes the pile towards him, her cheerful expression meeting George’s fearful one.
George looks at her, then takes one of the pamphlets and opens it, scanning the page.
$1,500 for a simple wedding cake?! Jane knows we can't afford this. He quickly closes the one pamphlet and takes another, this one with the sunset.
This looks like a nice venue! Tropical, nice palm trees, seems relatively cheap… never mind. Including all the food fees and everything this comes up to $15,000, there's no way in hell we can afford this. George wipes the sweat from his forehead and puts down the pamphlet, preparing to tell Jane his thoughts.
“So, what do you think? Nice, isn't it?” Her eyes are lit up with joy, her bright white teeth showing in a toothy smile.
“Well… Jane… we can't afford any of this. I suggest we go for a cheaper option.” George watches in horror as Jane’s face drops.
“Wh… what do you mean… are you saying… you don't love me?” Jane cries, pushing her chair out from the table and standing up, her arms wrapped around herself.
George stands up as well, walking towards her and opens his mouth to begin an apology.
“Don't apologize, you bastard! You've caused me all this pain, this is all because of you and your friends. You love Dream, not me.” She slides the beautiful engagement ring George had spent half of his money on off of her finger and holds it in the air, shoving it in his face.
“You see this? This ring? This used to symbolize your love for me, but I guess no more.”
“Honey, I do love you, and I spent half of my fortune on that ring for you. It's just we can't afford this venue, and this cake.” George tries to reason, gesturing to the pile still sitting on the table.
“No, George, stop lying. You don't love me, and if you can't love me, then what do I have to live for?!” She rushes to the kitchen and grabs a large knife out of the holder, then turns around to face George. Tears stream down her makeup-filled face as she raises the knife to her neck, her grip on it tightening.
George’s face darkens as he runs up to her, reaching to grab the knife from her. She dodges and backs up until her waist is against the sink, letting out a slight cry as the knife barely pierces her skin.
“Jane, don't do this! I do love you! Now, give me the knife!” George screams as he approaches her slowly, his arms put over his head.
“If you do love me then buy me the venue. Make our wedding something to remember!” She uses her other hand to wipe the tears off her face, and places that hand on top of the other which was on the knife.
“Fine.” George sighs, resting his hands. “I’ll buy the venue.”
Jane’s face lightens up and she smiles, taking the knife away from her neck and placing it back in the holder. There is a red line of blood where the knife was, but not too deep.
“Thank you so much honey! I love you sooo much!” Jane shouts happily, her mood quickly changing.
“Love you too.” George mutters, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead, then backing up and going back to his office. “Make sure to clean up that cut.”
He sinks into his office chair, resting his head in his hands.
Fuck.
Summary: George regrets what he said to Dream. While he sits at his computer, Jane calls him to the table to look at wedding pamphlets. George looks at them and realizes they're too expensive, and tells her this. She then starts to threaten George and puts him in a tough spot where he's forced to say yes to paying for the wedding.
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