𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇

SEVEN

ANA

I feel like throwing up. I pace around my living room. Alex was going to be here any moment. My hands were shaking. I wasn't sure if this was a dream or not but oh, how much would I love it to be.

To just wake up beside my Alex. I want to yank my hair. I hear my front door open and shut, the sound of keys hitting each other. I freeze, goosebumps all over my skin. I see Alex's face.

He was gorgeous. He smiles at me but it quickly fades away when he sees how distressed I am.

"Ana, what—"

"Are you married?" I whisper. I couldn't wait any longer. The color from his face drains. "What?" He asks.

"Are. You. Married." I say, my voice cracking. I didn't want to cry but I wasn't sure if I could hold it in.

He freezes as well, pursing his lips and looking down. Please say no, please say no, please say no.

We stay like for a few heart beats before he slowly nods. I let out a cry I didn't mean to. "Please let me explain," He starts, walking towards me.

The tears fall from my eyes, my vision blurry. "How could you do this to me?" I choked, holding my chest. My heart was going to burst. Then, I feel the acid reach my throat and I quickly run to my bathroom, letting the vomit out and into the toilet.

Alex followed behind me, helping me with my hair. "Don't touch me!" I cry. "Ana, please let me explain," He says, pity in his voice.

"You betrayed me."

My head started to hurt. He sat down with me on the bathroom floor, grabbing my shoulders so I faced him. "I chose you Ana. I am married but I don't love her. I love you."

"Stop!" I plead quietly. "She means nothing to me. I was forced to marry her, I never wanted to. The woman I want to marry is you, Ana Martinez. I want to share a home with you, I want to take you to our bed and make love to you, I want to have children with you. I want to spend my life with you and only you. You're my one and only."

I cry harder. He lied to me. How could I know if he wasn't doing it again. "You broke her heart." I whisper, the lights becoming to bright.

"I only want you." He repeats. I shake my head. "You are a married man," I look at him, his face pained. "So act like it." I whisper. "Leave me. I am the other woman. Go home to your wife."

Alex sat there, dumbfounded. We were quiet, my sobs filling the air. What a foolish girl I was. To ever think I would find love again.

Foolish, foolish, foolish.

"That's it then?" Alex asked quietly.

"Please go."

I didn't have to tell him twice before he got up, kissed my forehead and left to the room. I watched him pack his stuff through the bathroom. I saw tears running down his cheeks. He left without another word and didn't return. He slammed the door shut. That night, I cried without consolation.

It brought me back to the night my ex boyfriend destroyed everything in me. I was crying in a hospital bed, feeling pain I have never felt before. Now, Alex had done the same. He brought back that same pain.