Cheater

Chapter 5

Margaret arrives some minutes after us. I'm in the kitchen when James opens the door for her but I can hear them talk.

"Mother, please be nicer to her. She did nothing wrong." If he only knew... "James, I'm not getting younger and you'll get old as well. Who knows how long you can still think about kids?" I can hear my boyfriend sigh before they both enter the kitchen. I know James would always defend me but he couldn't do anything that would make his mother angry.

"I made tea." I tell them and give James a weak smile. "Thank you." He says and presses a soft kiss on my cheek. "Mother do you want a cup?" He asks sweetly but Margaret shakes her head. "I'd rather like coffee." I sigh and open the cupboard to grab three cups.

James reaches for them but I tell him that I will do it. He quietly thanks me before he turns back around to his mother. "Anything else you need?" He asks and I roll my eyes at his attempt to satisfy her. It's impossible to make this woman happy.

"It's a bit cold. Do you have a jacket for me?" The old lady says. "Yeah, I'll bring you one of Emma's. Is this okay for you?" He asks and looks at me. I nod and he smiles at me, silently thanking me. Then he leaves the kitchen and we are alone.

The silence between us is awkward and I would do anything to escape the room without her judgmental glare on me.

"I talked to your grandmother." Margaret suddenly speaks and I raise an eyebrow at her. "Why?" I ask and take a sip of my tea. "She called me yesterday, asking if you were alright. You don't call her anymore." She told me. "I didn't have any reason to call her lately." The grey haired lady shakes her head in disappointment. "She was worried about you. You could just call her once a week and talk to her for some minutes. That's the least you could do."

Right when I want to answer her, James steps into the kitchen with something in his hands.

"What is this, Emma?" He asks me in a cold voice and holds up the black item for me to see it.

When I realize what he' has in his hands my hearts stops beating. I immediately recognize the shirt, the one Harry gave me when I left his apartment.

"It- it's Liam's." I stutter. "I must have taken it with me accidentally when I stayed with him and Jo." James piercing blue eyes are cold and seem empty as he shakes his head. He obviously doesn't believe my stupid lie. "That doesn't fit him." He says as I try to get a hold of the kitchen table to steady myself. "Emma, tell me why I found the shirt in your closet."

The air in my lungs disappeared and I'm desperately searching an explanation, anything to escape this terrible situation. I see my relationship break in front of my eyes. I see the boy I spent the past 3 years with, standing in front of me, with watering eyes and I can't do anything about it.

"I-I am so sorry." I tell him as I feel a tear running down my cheek. My mouth is dry and my head is spinning. What did I do?

"When..." James starts. "When did this happen?" "Some weeks ago. When we had this argument." I sob in between the words. "You told me to go to hell and that you don't love me anymore. So I went to this club and got wasted. And then it just happened." My voice cracks and for one moment we're quiet. The only noises were the sobs coming from my mouth.

"I told you she was a whore." Margaret suddenly says. I quickly look at her with wide eyes. I almost forgot that she was still here. Desperately I wait for James to defend me but he stays quiet.

"I knew it." His mother continues to talk. "She is a slut. I told you from the beginning. You should have believed me when I told you she will ruin your relationship. I knew that she isn't the nice girl, you thought she was. She's a cheap whore and she tricked you. I told you-"