Ex Lovers

Possible Happiness

"Elena, we need to talk." I heard Hayden call out from the other side of my bedroom door. I was in no mood to listen to him, let alone have a conversation with him, especially not after seeing him with Charlotte and having to hear then make plans for when they're next gonna screw each other. 

"Not tonight. I'm tired," I replied nonchalantly, hoping that he got the hint and would leave me alone, but that wasn't going to happen.

I assume his patience ran out when I heard him open my door loudly and enter my room, where I was sitting facing an empty canvas with my paints left out to dry. I wasn't a fantastic painter, but it felt nice to let out whatever I was feeling onto a canvas. My back was turned to him, but I could tell he was getting closer to me. 

I was angry at him. I was angry at him for bringing her into our house yesterday, and however many times before, doing god knows what in a space that we shared. I was jealous that his heart yearned for another woman, and a beautiful one at that. I was frustrated that my life went from being a fairytale to a nightmare. 

"This is important, Elena. Just...please don't make everything so difficult," he said to me as he stood to my left side, where I could see him in my peripheral vision. He was in a navy suit, looking as handsome as always, with a stern look on his face. 

"You want someone to talk to? Your girlfriend, Charlotte, should be available. Why don't you move your date from Saturday to tonight and leave me the hell alone?" I spoke bitterly as I dipped my paintbrush into the red paint and began painting on the canvas. I was going to make it difficult, more so because he asked me not to. 

"Charlotte? What do you know about her?" He questioned me suspiciously as he stared at me from the side, yet I didn't change my position in the slightest. 

"F*ck off, Hayden." Before I could even comprehend what was happening, he reached for my left arm, which was holding the paintbrush, and pulled me up from my seat. My grip loosened in the process and the brush fell onto my white carpet, staining it red. My body was so close to his that we were almost pressed against one another while his tight grip remained on my wrist. 

"Elena..." His tone was harsh, and he sounded like he didn't appreciate my previous statement. 

"I saw her with you last night. The woman you were engaged to before me. The woman you cheated on with the night before our wedding. The woman you're screwing around with right now." A tear escaped my eye as I tried my hardest to push away the jealousy and fire within me before I continued. 

"You have every right to be with whomever you want and have sex with whomever you want now that our marriage is over, but you had no right to cheat on me then. You had no right to make me fall in love with you when pieces of you still wanted her. How many of those late nights were spent with her? How many times did you lie to me to be with her? How many times did you make love to her and then come home and have sex with me?" My teary eyes looked up at his, and I couldn't help but display my sadness in them. His eyes stared back into mine without displaying any emotion, and his face remained expressionless. I hated that he wouldn't give me answers.

"What was so wrong with me then? I know you do the things you do now because you have reasons to hate me, but what about back then? What did she have that I didn't? Was it the sex? Was I so bad at sex that I couldn't satisfy you, so you had to go to your ex-fiancé? What was it, Hayden? F*cking tell me." I was almost shouting at him while I tried to stay strong and contain my overwhelming emotions, but I couldn't contain my tears. They slid down my face one by one as I confronted Hayden and asked him questions that had been embedded in my head since the night his mother told me everything.  

"Who told you about Charlotte and I?" That was the only thing he could say after I emptied my heart to him. I could've told him it was his mother, but I didn't feel the need to provide him with reassurance. I used my free hand to wipe away my tears so my vision could clear up, and broke eye contact with him. Knowing he wasn't going to give me any answers, I took that as my cue to leave, so I tore my arm out of his grip and began to walk towards the hallway, but he grabbed onto my upper arm, preventing me from leaving. I didn't turn around to face him again because I couldn't look at him anymore, so instead, I froze in my position, facing the door.