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Trouble In Paradise (pt.3)

(not proofread/long chapter)
Y/n POV

So many people say revenge can make people do things they wouldn't normally do.

And honestly? That statement is completely true. I never would have done what i did to her if it weren't for my thirst to get revenge. My thirst to make her feel the same pain i felt all those months as she slowly but surely slipped out of my fingers. Pulling my heart with her. My thirst to make her fell utterly and purely useless. As if she were disposable.

Some people call me crazy. Some say I'm insane or need help. Some also say...that they would do the same in my shoes. I like those people.

I'm not insane.

I just won't let others walk all over me and my heart without paying the consequences.

You wanna know what the best part is though? My revenge isn't even finished yet.

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Jenna's POV

I'm not exactly sure why I wasn't there for Y/n.

Maybe I was scared, sad, angry. I'm not sure. I remember feeling so many emotions at that time, when she was diagnosed with cancer. Everything was blurry, and still is.

It's as if as soon as I found out, I went into a haze. I did things I wouldn't regularly do. I cheated, verbally abused her, and left her without notice. And I don't even have an explanation for it.

I had been trying to figure out why I did what I did. But there was nothing, no reasonable explanation. I guess I was just...sad and angry. Sad I was going to lose the love of my life within months and angry at the world, at whatever higher power there is, if there is one, that they didn't give us more time. Give me more time.

And in no way am I saying this excuses my behavior. If anything, it shows how much worse of a person I am than I thought I was.

Although, a scene kept repeating in my mind since the funeral.

A scene I felt couldn't be just a dream, it felt so real...almost like a memory.

FLASHBACK

As I finished my speech on the wooden podium, my eyes searched the crowd intensely. Almost as if I was looking for something or someone.

I was about to give up my search, not even knowing what I was looking for.

But that's when I saw those eyes.

Those same eyes that I visited so many times in the hospital, those same eyes that used to make love to me, and look at me with nothing but care and all the love in her heart.

Was now looking at me with hatred and disgust.

The person, who I was almost 100 percent sure was Y/n turned their back to me and began to walk away. The rain poured down upon them harshly but they didn't seem to care.

My ears tuned out and my eyes filled with tears, partially blinding me. But that didn't stop me from excusing myself and running off the podium.

It felt like I was running in slow motion.

My footsteps felt heavy and I felt numb.

No matter how fast I ran, she still got into the car. Immediately speeding off.

The tears were almost spilling over by now but I just gulped them down, my throat burning.

I called my driver to come immediately and he did.