Jennifer's POV
He just left. Just like that. He never let me explain to him...
My knees were trembling. it isn't right!
I turned my head to look at the guy where he was standing but he's not there anymore
I ran out of the store to find Harry and Charlize. They were so many people around. I can't even see their clothes somewhere. I ran and ran but I never see them.
"What the fuck just happened..?" I mumble as I feel tears start to build in my eyes.
We were happy and in good terms about an hour ago.
I recollected myself and called for a cab to go back home, hoping that I will see Harry there, and I will explain to him this whole craziness. And I was thankful when my eyes saw the car of him from the cab I was sitting. I paid the driver and I immediately ran to the front door.
I opened it and saw Harry sitting on the floor as his fingers were grip in his hair. His eyes were looking at something.
"Harry..."
I said in my low and soft tone
He lifted his head to look at me, then.
"Daddy?"
We both looked upstairs and saw Charlize with her teddy bead in her arms.
She looked sad
"Sweetie, go back to your room," Harry said in his deep voice not looking at her
"But Daddy!"
"I said! GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM!!!"
That made me shocked! It was my first time to head Harry shouting at Charlize
I wrinkled my head
"Harry, Stop!"
I looked up and saw Charlize with her tears flowing down her cheeks, she's scared and I am too.
She ran back to her room, crying...
I turned to look at Harry
"What the hell was that, Harry? You shouted at her! You never shouted at her!! What is wrong with you?? Charlize was so scared!!"
He stood up and looked away,
"Why do you care so much? You're not her mother."
"Why do you care so much? You're not her mother."
I stunned for what he just said. Why do I care so much? When I'm not her mother..?
I can't help it but feel waters in my eyes
What he just said is still echoing inside my head. I can't believe he just said what I've been afraid to hear.
The tear dropped into my arm made me realize that my tears started to pour while I'm just looking at him.
"Yes, you're right. I'm not her mother. But I do care about her too! You saw every single step I make to be a good stepmother to her! You witnessed those ever efforts I made! She's a wonderful and smart kid and---"
He cut me off as he turned to look at me and,
"And she's not deserving to have a whore stepmother, like you!!"
The knife that stunned into my chest twisted more for what I heard
I slapped his face as my tears that I have been trying to stop just released and now rolling down my cheeks
