Only You

A/N : Ok well this is the first chapter. I hope you'll enjoy it. Leave a comment or vote if you think it's good enough :)

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" It's over Victor. I'm leaving you. I'm sick of how you treat me and hate the fact that you always talk to those useless B*tches." I said with the most cold tone I could muster up. When the truth is I just wanted to breakdown and cry my eyes out.

Ever had the feeling where you poured your heart and sould out to someone and gave them your all? Well I did. Cause that's what true love is to me. Giving your  partner everything you have without thinking about it. Unfortunately for me, I was dumb and blinded by love. 

Too dumb to see that Victor used me just for my money. At the beginning, yes we were completely in love with one another. We couldn't get enough of each other and I started buying him things. Expensive things and that's when things started going to the shits. I hate to admit it but i did come from a wealthy family and i was a fool not to see that he was using me for the money. 

He started talking to the girls i hated and everytime i questioned him about it, he would say it was the last time and that  he would never do it again. That was i caught him constantly doing it over and over again. And i saw all his texts and messages on a social networking site which i hate so much now.

So i sent that message to him on his voice box since I knew he would be at work and had no guts to talk to him personally. My game plan would be to shift my life to New York City. To start over again with a clean slate and hopefully to mend my heart. I got a job at  a pretty upscale hospital in the ciity and was prepared for a new me.

My best friend Leah landed her dream job with the New York Times and was coming along with me. 

"It'll be awesome Izzy! Two single ladies out and about New York City. Just imagine, we could go guy hunting anytime we wanted and I'll always be by your side!" she said squeeling.

I couldn't help but smile at that though and responded " I know Leah.. I really need a distraction from this whole Victor Bull$hit." I said.

" I don't ever want to hear that loser's name ever again. Seriously Izzy I know it's going to be tough. But I'll be right here with you to get through it." she held my hand tightly and i knew she would be right.

" You didn't mention to Victor where you would be going did you?" she asked giving me a look that could kill anyone.

When I didnt answer her she started yelling " IXORA MARIE SANCHEZ. PLEASE TELL ME RIGHT NOW YOU USED THAT SMART ASS BRAIN AND DIDN'T TELL HIM WHERE YOU'RE HEADED OFF TO."

I knew she was totally pissed cause she used my full name. I started laughing so hard cause she just was the sister i never had and it was definitely nice to have someone who cared so much. " Calm your fine butt down honey. I didn't tell him" I said cheekily.

I wanted to tell Victor where i was headed off to hoping he'd come after me like in the stories i read or like the movies i watched but I knew better and didn't tell him.

We watched as the last box got loaded into the U-haul vehicle and we took a look at our apartment in Seattle for the last time. I knew it was difficult leaving this place which was filled with memories. But i had to do this for myself. Some people might say it's a cowardly thing to do, but sometimes being a coward can save you.

" Well, this is it, New York here we come." I handed the keys to the realtor and we left.

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It was burned into his retina and it was the most disgusting thing he ever saw. He walked into his loft with the sense that something was wrong. He just felt it. Like an instinct if you would call it. He saw his fiancee's clothes strewn about the staircase and he knew where it would lead. Straight to his bedroom.

He could hear her moans of pleasure and it was obvious she was in bed with another man. But the question was who? Who was that B*stard who's in bed with the person he assumed that loved him.

He opened the door and saw her on what looked to be the salesman who just sold him his Porsche Cayenne. "Get out. No." he said with a voice so cold. Mark Azaria was New York's most eliglble bachelor before he got engaged and yet he couldn't have a standing relationship.

"Mark! Honey! It's not what it looks like.." his fiancee started blubbering. But he didnt hear a word she said. He was seeing red and he was pretty sure that if the both of them didnt get out of his loft now, the bastard would be leaving with a broken face.

" Get the F*ck out now. Both of you. When i get back, I want you gone. Permanently." he said turning around leaving the room.

His fiancee started crying and followed him out begging for his forgiveness and for another chance. He didnt take any of it. He turned around and looked at her with disgust. " What was i thinking. The only thing I want back, is that rock on your finger. Get your shit out of my house and i don't want to see your face ever again."

Her reaction to him was obviously in shock. He walked out of the loft knowing that he'd never out his heart out there again for another lady. But for now, he was heading to bar. To get pissed drunk.

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A/N : so that's the first chapter. I'll upload every 2 days. and i'm pretty excited to write this story and i hope that i'd get some response out of it? thanks :) xx