2 FOR 1

Confrontation

Jezzabelle's POV

I don't know why, but the way Brad was smiling at me right now plus the fact that he just locked the front door of the mansion, made my heart race and definitely not in a good way.

"I see you're in a hurry to leave me already" He says, not even hiding his tone of annoyance with a dry laugh.

"I'm not staying here anymore. You should know why since you're the reason why we broke up in the first place" I reply, trying to gain the courage even after noticing the signs of him being angry.

After 10 years of being with Brad, I've recognized and remembered every little thing he before his temper got the best of him. And the way he was fiddling with his phone and his tie in both of his hands made all the past memories of him almost killing every male that had disrespected me before while we were together came into thought.

Although I had no bad feelings towards Brad having an illness that caused his anger to spiral out of control so badly that he needed therapy and loads of medicine to keep him sane. There were many times I've felt my heart jump whenever he had one of his episodes. Just like the night that I had to rush back to America after spending a few days away with Alessandro in Italy.

Just the thought of his anger taking over him, did make me a bit scared of what he'll do. Even if I already knew how to calm him down and give him some of his medication pills to put his illness at ease.

"Tell me something, sweetie. Are you really willing to throw away 10 years of our life together just for some rich asshole you barely even know?" He spat out through clenched teeth as I take in his angry stance.

Not only was the clear signs of his anger spiking showing, but the way his neck was turning red had also made my heart clench in fear.

"Brad, what are-"

Before I could question what he was trying to get me to answer, he cut me off by slamming his hand on the small table that stood in the middle of our foyer.

The small table held a large vase of flowers that the house maid always placed my favorite flowers, but now all that hard work she had done was now thrown onto the floor by the strong impact of Brad's hand slamming onto the small table it sat on.

"Don't fucking make me seem like the crazy one! I know about you and that fucking rich asshole! Is that why you're leaving me here all alone?! For him?! Huh?! Tell me, Goddamn it!" 

In ten years of our entire relationship, I have never in a million years thought I'd come to the point where I'd fear Brad. The first man I had ever fallen in love with and spent almost half of my life being with.

There were many times, even more than I can count, where I'd seen his anger turn violent over the years. It wasn't like he knew how to control his rage, that was the reason why it happened so many times to begin with.

It started off with rage arguments he had with teachers or classmates in school when they'd done something he didn't like. Then as he got older, his rage grew and that came with multiple fist fighting and mornings where I'd have to call his parents bail him out of jail.

But even through all that, he's never given me a reason to be scared of ever doing that to me. Not because I thought he loved me, but because I trusted him. He never once laid a hand on me and with that knowledge I've never had to think he would ever hurt me.

Until right now. With his eyes filled with the same rage I've seen multiple times before, I didn't know for sure that he wouldn't hurt me right now. Especially after he just revealed that he knew about me and Alessandro.

"That's why you've packed your bags so fast so you can leave me?! How long has this been going on?! By all the evidence I already have, it seems like it's been going on for way longer than a month now. Did it take that short amount of time for someone else to take my fiancé away from me?! Is that what you're trying to show me?!"