With your vision cloudy and body unstable, you could vividly see the haunting images of deception flashing throughout your mind.
Pressed against the rim of the toilet you could taste the vomit staining the inside of your mouth as the bitter taste r...
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Gulping your red wine down your throat with tears burning against your crimson colored eyes you abruptly slammed the glass down on the granite countertop. As dreading and sickening memories of you and M'Baku spewing curses towards eachother played in your mind like a bitter after taste while the soothing voice of a scorned woman comforted you.
"—while all the time that I was loving you, you were busy loving yourself, I would stop breathing if you told me to now you're busy loving someone else.."
Holding your gaze counting the drops of the wine left in your glass you abruptly slid the chair back creating an obnoxious screeched before you quickly flexed your arm and threw the glass against the wall.
Hearing the scattering of the glass breaking did little to ease the scorch in your throat and the deafening words of M'Baku repeating in your ear. Feeling the raw emotion behind his disgraceful words you felt the salty drips slid down your cheek before swiftly wiping underneath your eyes before yanking the opened bottle of wine towards your mouth.
Roughly exhaling you stood up and slowly trailed towards the hotel balcony. Completely disregarding if you were leaking drops of the expensive beverage in the hotel's carpet you stumbled barefoot and half naked towards the doors before weakly pulling them open. Stepping outside into the warm breeze you felt the loosely tied silk robe you were wearing blow open as the early morning air of the city of love blew.
Reaching the thick balcony you briefly looked at the skyline of Paris before shamefully shaking your head as you lifted the rim of the bottle to your lips one last time before setting it on the edge of the balcony.
With your hands resting on the ledge and your head tilted almost mockingly at the Eiffel Tower you let the complete release of tears cascaded down your face.
As your vision blurred you looked down at your fingers and started toying with the sacred band around your finger; were you ready to give it all up?
"—no, I'm not gon' cry it's not the time 'cause you're not worth my tears.."
Feeling Mary's words speaking to your soul, you sniffed as you swiped the fallen tears from your face refusing to spend another second crying over the big bastard who mistakenly held your heart. All that time you spent with him felt like a waste and the love you gave him felt useless if it couldn't keep him faithful.
With today being your eleventh anniversary with M'Baku, you decided to go the extra mile and fly out and surprise your husband instead of waiting for him to give you some weak apology about his schedule.
Planning out the occasion you packed white lingerie that left very little to the imagination and a matching pair of Louboutin complimenting the look. Your plan was coming into fruition as you flew out and booked the best-rated hotel in the heart of Paris looking over the historical landmarks the city had to offer. Plus, it was in the same hotel the business meeting was to be held in from what your husband told you.
