His Forgotten Ex- Wife

Chapter 15

Amelia

I tried looking at my face in the mirror as I stood in a steamed-filled bathroom. How long had I been here? How long had I burned under the scorching hot water just to wash away the memories of the past? Heath's presence had shaken me to the core opening the box of memories never like before. If I had a bath tub I would have droned by now. The memories seeped into every pore of my skin weighing me down with the burden of th past. I didn't know how long I was trapped in the memories of the past, but I knew it had been a while because my fingers were pruned.

Every time I thought I could move on the past would sweep me back in the devastation I had left behind. I laughed at my thought.

It felt like I was sweeping under in waves. As if I was being crushed under the weight of the past, choking on the memories and the pain it brought me. Everything felt too intense. There was no longer a calmness in my mind. All I could see was the ruins of my past life. He and his family had ripped me piece by piece.

A cheating wife, a gold digger, and god knows what not. They had attacked what was left of my self-esteem, on the character that I had kept clean and the love I had given with all of myself. They had left me rotting in my self-pity. I stared into my eyes as anger rose within me. No justice could ever be provided to me. I blamed them but I balmed more of myself who let it happen. I blame the rose-colored glasses I had worn believing that he had loved me. I was nothing but a pawn in their grand scheme and it left me burning in agony. Why did it have to be me? Why me?

Was being naive such a sin? Was being an innocent eighteen-year-old in love so wrong that I had to be punished for this? All I had wanted was a roof over my head and food to feed the hunger that kept me awake at night. I was gullible and weak but I wasn't anything what they had painted me to be. I wish the orphanage taught us what love was so I wouldn't have to lick it off knives and bleed. The starvation of love and care blinded me to what I was getting into.

Maybe it was my karma for being born. No family, no idea where I belong. There were so many things I wanted answers to but I wasn't going to get any. This was the sad reality that I had to fight with every day, every moment, and with every breath. Not knowing where I came from, having no parents to rely on, nothing. Sometimes I felt as if I was nothing. My existence was next to nothing. My thoughts were my own enemies, they tore my soul and mind to shreds.

Didn't there exist a god up high enough to make them pay for their wrongs? Heath was getting married while I was still trying to move up in my life. Daniel, just the thought of him left me with nothing but nerve-wracking pain.

"Isn't it a beautiful photo?" Carrie spoke with enthusiasm as I stood there stuck in the moment. My heart beating erratically against my chest. For a moment all I could hear was the noise of heart beating. It felt like I was crumbling apart, my mind and soul were falling to pieces.

Seeing them like this. It was ripping me apart.

The picture wasn't beautiful it was my tragedy, it was nothing but pain and pure agony. My mind wanted to burst out with the emotional pain I was in.

Seeing the picture made it all real. For so long I had controlled all my feelings. I had no one to tell my emotions to. I was all alone then and even now I was all alone in the agony I burned in.

"It is," my lips trembled as I whispered the two words.

"This is Heath's family at their family mansion. The house has been in their family for so long Heath tells me that no one knows," Carries spoke with a fondness that it rubbed me in the wrong way. My mind was playing tricks on me. Her chuckle almost felt like a mocking laugh to me. For a moment I could hear those snickering sounds and the mocking laugh of the people who had made fun of me in there.