A Husband, A Stranger

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Jean's POV

"What? Can't pay my ex a visit?", he said patting me on the shoulder. "I don't want to see you", I said, "Me neither but you couldn't let me go, and here I am still living in your mind", he said, it is true I can't forget him. "Who would've thought you'd find someone who's like me, look at him and look at me, I know he remind you of me that why you never take me out of your mind", he said. He's right everything Marco did remind me of him, "I want to wake up...", I said covering my face with my hands, "Oh what? Is it because you're too afraid to face me or everything?", I didn't say anything. "Whatever, I hope we'll meet in the future", he said, "I don't."

(End of dream)

I woke up, I'm sweating like crazy, I got up and walk to the bathroom, I took off my clothes and got into the shower, is there a way to fix my mess? After I'm done, I checked the time 2:03 a.m., Armin's right whenever I'm with Marco I think of him. I reach under my pillow and pull out the picture, it's the picture that we took before he told me the the truth. Eren Yeager, his face makes me angry, I can't believe I was even standing beside him while taking this pic. I tear it to shreds and throw it into the bin, I got to my closet and took out the 'special box', I sat on the bed and look at them one last time, the memories of Armin and I had when we were teenagers, I feel bad for Armin for being with someone he doesn't like at all. I look at it one last time and tear them all, I throw it to the bin, I check my phone, mom messaged me while I was asleep. "Come home, Mrs Bodt want to meet both of us tomorrow, I'll talk to you after they left", Marco told his mom already... we gonna have some real-ass conversation tomorrow.

Marco's POV

"Why are men like this?!", I called momma and told her everything, she let me stay at her apartment. "There there Marco don't cry now", she kiss me on my forehead. "Let's treat that bruise on your cheek first", she said taking the first aid kit, she rub some medicine cream on it, put a cotton over it and tape it there, "That stupid man, who cares if he's famous, how dare he hit you!", she yelled. "Momma, it's fine...", I said trying to calm her down, "Fine?!?! I'm going to kill that Jean Kirstein when I see him tomorrow!!", she said. "I should've never agreed on this fucking marriage!", what is she talking about? "What?", she looks like she've just realised what she said. "Just forget about what I said alright?", she said, "No I want to know what's going on!", I said, "Why is it you're the one who needs to agree on this marriage?! Or is it that you weren't the one who wants me to marry Jean?", I said. "I- um...uh how am I supposed to say this, it wasn't me who wants the the marriage it was Mrs Kirstein", she said. "What?!" "Shh quiet down a bit, I'll explain it to you, you know Mikasa right?", she asked. "Yes why?" "Mikasa was already seeing Annie Leonhart a month ago before I bumped into Mrs Kirstein, her mom found out about it and she doesn't want other people to spread bad rumours about her own daughter and she knows that Jean is dating Mikasa so she asked Mrs Kirstein to find Jean a partner so that she could cover up the relationship of her daughter and Annie", she said. "So it was all a lie? About marrying Jean was for money?", I asked, "...yes...but I was also thinking for your future", she said. I hugged her, "I'm so sorry, Marco I'm sorry that you had to go through all of this", she said hugging me tight. "I fell in love with him", I whispered, she pull away, "Are you sure?", she asked. I nodded my head slowly, "You're going to have a hard time", she said rubbing my back, "I don't know why but I love him momma", I said burying my face into her neck, "I'm sure am going to yell the shit out of him tomorrow", she said.

(Next day)

Me and momma get ready, "They're sending a driver to come get us", momma said putting on her watch. "Whatever you do, don't let Jean get to you", she said, touching my cheek, we got to the lobby and there's a limo already waiting for us. "Hello Ms Bodt", it's Mrs Kirstein personal secretary, we got into the car, and they started driving. "Let me do the talking and you just sit there if there's anything you want to say, say it and make sure Jean heard you loud and clear", she said. When we arrived there's a lot of reporters in front of the house, we got of the reporters turn their attention to us, "Marco Bodt! How do you feel about the latest news about Jean Kirstein's affair with xxx?" "Marco, how are you going to take care of this?" "Marco, would you perhaps like to say something?", question keeps coming at me. I didn't say anything I just follow momma in to the mansion, we got in, "Madam and young master are waiting for you in the living room", the secretary said. They are sitting on the couch, Jean is staring blankly at his hand, "Please close all the curtains", Mrs Kirstein said, we sat down. Jean look at me, "I'm sorry I hit you hard, are you alright Marco?", he asked trying to reach for me. Momma slam the table and stood up, "How is he alright when he's like this?! You leave him a bruise on the face!", she yelled, "I let Marco to be his husband, not his punching bag!", she turned to Mrs Kirstein, "I know you've told him the truth", Mrs kirstein look down and nodded. "I'm sorry Mrs Bodt! Please give a one more chance! I- Marco can I talk to you in a room", he asked, "No! Do you have any idea how much Marco love you?! And then you're out there seeing another woman! You broke my son's heart! I'm going to kill you Jean Kirstein!!", she took off her heels and tried to grab Jean, I grab her in time. "Get over here boy!!", she keeps struggling to get out of my grip, "Momma stop it!", she managed to calm down a bit, "That's it!! I had enough! Marco is going to divorce you!", she yelled pointing at Jean. "No! Please, Mrs Bodt I'm sorry, let me talk to Marco! Marco please", he turn to me. I let momma sit down, I turn to Mrs Kirstein, she haven't said a word, she looks guilty about this. "Mrs Kirstein?", I called her, "Yes Marco dear?", she said looking up. "I will not divorce Jean", Jean face light up, "But, I'll go back and live with him after 6 months, give me time to clear my mind", I said, "Marco-" "And I don't want any connection with Jean in this 6 months, I don't want to talk to him or see him or call and text me", I said. "Your wish is granted then", Mrs Kirsetin said. "But mom-" "Not now Jean", I turn to momma, "Are you sure that is what you want?", she asked. I nodded, "We will be going now", I said bowing at both of them, I take one last look of Jean, he look like he regretted everything.

Goodbye my moon.

It's been a few days living with momma, "I'm going out now, you be careful on your own at home alright?", she said. "Bye! Have fun!", I said, she closed the door, "Ding!", Jean have been messaging me this few days. "Marco can I see you?", I thought he heard me loud and clear that day, I blocked him. "Ding!", did he used another number? "Hey Marco, it's me", who the hell is this, "It's...", it's him why is he messaging, "I really need to see you, come meet me at this location", he sent a location. Should I go? It's a restaurant and it's public so it'll be alright, right? I sat on the bus shaking my leg anxiously, I keep biting my lips, this is fine, god please don't let me die today, I don't want to die yet. I've arrived at the restaurant there's a lot of people in it, this is good, I got in and look around, he waves his hand at me, I take a seat in front of him. "Hello son, long time no see", he said, "Oh? So I'm your son now?", I asked, "Look, I'm sorry for what I've said that day okay? I mean you are my son", he said. "You said a faggot like me would never be your son", I said, "I'm sorry okay?", he don't look sorry at all. "What do you want?", I asked, "Well, my wife ran away with some random dude and now I don't have any money so since you're now married to the famous Jean Kirstein, do you mind telling him to lend me some money? Or is it a bad time? I've seen the latest news and I saw what happened-" "No, you're always like this", I said. "Marco, I want to be a better father, I know you've change your last name to your mother's, but we can maybe change that back?", he said. He makes my blood boiled, I want to stab him right now so bad, "You want to be a better father? To which one of your child? So far, I know you've got two woman pregnant!", I said, "Marco would you keep your voice down?", he said, I stood up, "No! I will not! I am sick and tired of your bullshit! All you ever do was hurt momma and steal her money! Now we've got everything you came crawling begging me to give you some money?! You've got the audacity to come and see my face! You never see momma as your wife, you've never seen me as your real son!", I yelled at him, the whole people in the restaurant is staring at us. "You will never be a better husband or dad to me or momma! You will never be any of that to your children and wives! Don't you ever come and bother me or momma or Jean!", I yelled, "Sir, you are asked to leave this restaurant", someone grab me by my arm. I got out from their grip and stormed out of the restaurant, I run until I found a bus stop, I felt relieved after yelling all of that for some reason. I got on the bus, I texted momma, "Momma I did something", I texted. I got home and took a shower and sat down in the living room, "Marco! What happened? Did that Jean Kirstein bother you?!", I look at her, "No, sit down and I'll tell you everything", I said smiling at her. I told her how it happened, what happened and how it ended, "So you really yell into that asshole's face?!", she said with excitement, "Yes, he didn't say anything, he just looked shocked", I said. "Ha! That asshole got what he deserved! I'm so proud of you, Marco!", she said hugging me tightly, "You've almost scared for a sec in that message, I thought something bad happened", she said kissing my cheek. "No, I'm fine I'm sorry, I don't mean to scare you", I hugged her, for some reason something keeps bothering me.

A/N: BAHAHA I MADE THE PART THAT MARCO YELLED AT HIM AND STORMED OUT SOUND LIKE A Y/N MOMENT IM SO SORY ABOUT THIS.