What Is Love? (BWWM)

Chp 41: Use me

Patience P.O.V
~Flashback~

I stared down at the text messages that continually popped up on the screen. My eyes raked over each message that popped up and each reply that left me feeling disgusted. I felt bile eating at the back of my throat, making my stomach churn and knot in the most unsettling way. Tears burned at the edge of my eyes, threatening to pour over like lava as I took sharp breaths to calm my rage.

It was starting up again. He was starting up again...

I let out a breathy laugh that quickly turned into a suppressed sob. I knew he wouldn't change. No!he couldn't change. No matter how much I love him and How much I was willing to do for him. Even giving him a baby when I knew I didn't want any during the spike of my career. But because I wanted to keep him happy. Here I was, my belly swollen and barely a month away from giving birth to his first child, and it still wasn't enough.

His heart would never belong to me.

Realization settled on my mind like a ton of bricks and I went numb. Numb to the pain, but embraced the rage that clouded my vision. I let it consume me in my Stoic state. I stormed down the stairs with the phone in hand. The TV was blasting in the den where he normally was on a Sunday night watching whatever game was on. I stood in the doorway, observing Marcel as he sipped on a beer with his attention focused on the TV. A few seconds passed before he finally took notice of my presence. "Oh, patience, I didn't see you there. Come sit down, the games about to start" I didn't say anything but sat there, my gaze as cold as my face. He lifted a brow, curiosity, and worry burning into his feature "is everything okay baby" He asked slowly sitting up straight and placing his beer down on the table.

My breathing increased as memories flashed across my mind. Memories of us on our wedding day, us learning I was pregnant, us getting our first house together. They were all painted red now as rage tainted those images. The rage bubbled over in me chucking the phone at him that barely missed his head and crashing against the TV with enough force that it shattered the glass screen. Marcel eyed the TV with shock before he turned to me, anger set on his features "Are you out of your damn mind" he screamed jumping up from his seat.

I removed the diamond ring from my middle finger and tossed it in the middle of us. "I'm done, we're done" I said coldly. Marcel stared down at my ring that was gifted to me on our wedding day, then back up at me in complete disbelief at my words. He recovered quickly once he saw my retreating form heading upstairs.

"Patience wait talk to me what did I do baby" I ignored his words and kept walking as a tear trailed down my cheek. I wiped it with my sleeve and held my swollen stomach and the railing with my other hand to steady myself.

Marcel continued to call out to me, but I ignored him anyway until he grabbed a hold of my arm on the railing. " Patience, what did I do wro-" My hand connected with his face hard enough that it echoed throughout the house, silencing his words.

"I want a divorce" I hissed, my nostrils flared. He recovered from his shock and screamed something in his native language with his hand raised like he was about to hit back, but I stood firm, my eyes glaring daggers in his direction. "Go ahead, hit me" I tested my tone as cold as my gaze.

His eyes held the same amount of intensity but dropped his hand before saying "I would never hit you.But you're going to tell me what the hell this is about" He said roughly.

"Bianca" I put simply but it was enough to get the confirmation I needed from his wide eyed and appalled expression. "Yeah that's what I thought" I scoffed my voice shaky as I yanked my hand from his and continued moving up the stairs.