DON'T CHEAT ON ME!

CHAPTER 39: Poetic

Patricia's POV:

For a moment, all I hear is my own breath-shallow, uneven, trembling on the edge of rage and despair. My hands itch to do something, anything, to shatter the stillness. And then I do.

The plate is in my hand before I realize it, my muscles moving faster than my thoughts. It sails through the air, crashing against the wall behind him. The sound is deafening, yet it brings no satisfaction.

Jordan dodges easily, his calm, infuriatingly composed face turning back to me as if nothing happened.

"Feel better?"

He asks, his voice steady, almost mocking.

I don't answer, my chest heaving, my mind racing. For once, he doesn't look disappointed or angry. He looks... entertained.

He steps closer. I should back away, but I don't. I can't.

"You're not going anywhere, Patricia."

He says, his tone low and even, each word slicing through the air like a blade.

"So you can fight all you want, but it won't change anything."

His confidence is unbearable.
My mind flickers back to Dave-his laugh, his warmth, his promises. Dave, who's gone because of him. Dave, who didn't deserve any of this.

Jordan turns his back on me, sitting down to finish the meal he cooked.
He acts as if he's won, as if this is just another game he's mastered.

But he doesn't know.

He doesn't see the knife I've hidden. He doesn't hear the plan screaming in my head.

"I know, thank you, babe."

I say suddenly, my voice soft, almost trembling. I walk toward him, forcing my steps to stay steady, my breath to even out. I hug him and whispering his ear telling these;

"Thank you for everything. For your love, for forgiving me despite... despite everything I've done."

His fork pauses mid-air. He turns his head slightly, catching my gaze.

"T..thank you 'coz you're still trusting me..

My voice drops into a whisper as I lean closer, wrapping my arms around him in what looks like a gesture of gratitude.

..but you're still so... dumb."

My hand finds the knife in my back pocket, cold and solid against my fingers.

And then I strike, stabbing him.

The blade sinks into his neck, the resistance giving way to a sickening ease. Blood spurts, hot and sticky, painting my hands, my arms, the floor beneath us.

"This is for Dave!"

I hiss, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and triumph.

"For all the pain you put me through. For being the demon you are. Let's end this, Jordan!"

His eyes widen, a flicker of disbelief overshadowing the shock and agony that consumes his face. His hands claw at the knife, desperate, trembling, as though he's trying to pull it out. Blood gushes from the wound, thick and dark, cascading down his neck and staining his shirt.

"P-Patricia..."

He chokes, his voice wet and strained, each word gurgling through the blood pooling in his throat.

I step back, watching him struggle, his knees wobbling as he fights to stay upright. He sways, his strength draining with every passing second.

"You... you cheated again on me.."