THE WOUND

Chapter 17

Love is being happy in his joy even if smiles you feign;
Love is not in obsession, revenge and sadly, also not in gain,

Its in living the present not past;
Love is abysmal and vast.

It brings satiation even in extreme pain,
Not being in love is a Shame.

- Shyna Cliffe

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Living in his house was like living in prison with a jailer, his mother. She was devil incarnate. Aaron was in his office and his mother was cooking, the woman who never touched an onion in her life, was dicing it just in front of me and simultaneously talking to Jim about her stepson/ my husband.

Suddenly, her phone rang and she excused herself politely, Jim was uncaring. He kept on with his games.

" Juliette, I .." Then she started talking in Italian.

Italian is a very difficult to discern language, its sexy and seducing coming from a certain Man's mouth but from my mother in law's, it sounded a bit gibberish.

I went into the kitchen, occasionally stealing glances at her and still keeping my attention on Jim. I had to leave in another half an hour to meet Matt who must be in his office right now too. I had to talk and decide about the tuitions I was giving. I couldn't lose my one and only source of income.

" Of course Cara, If only... " some Italian words, then " Aaron doesn't know. Julietta, I trust you." She stopped, then "He said that?"

There were some uncertain voilent flow of words again, then " You know Aaron loved you. He didn't mean.... "

Uh uh?

Not only heart but my whole world stopped, now all my attention was on the phone and the words coming out of her mouth. I was never so unhappy about her speaking some foreign language.

I must learn Italian.

" Bella, I will talk to him. Just because once you broke his heart doesn't mean he can ...." Another flow of Italian words but I had stopped listening.

There were those four words

'You broke his heart' they kept ringing in my ears redundantly, constantly without stopping. I took a deep breathe to control myself and refrain from doing something.

After about fifteen minutes, dressed in a fitting navy blue tee and jeans, I left the home with Jim without informing anyone. Jim was reluctant at first, he wanted his Dad so I lied. I lied to my three year old son to leave my confusing and cheating husband who never told me anything about a girl named Juliette who had once broken his heart.

Ludicrous.

Matt was already in my house when I paid the Taxi Driver. The door was unlocked and he stood outside looking like a clever businessman he was. Matt was beautiful in his own way, he wore a form fitting white shirt, which was crisp and pressed to his athletic chest, with black pants. His coat was hooked on the door, Aaron would never disgrace his clothing like that. He was very clean and neat, he hated dirty surroundings and clothes.