His Lies

Eye of The Beholder

"With every tear came redemption."~Beyoncé.
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Tears poured down my face like an endless water fall of hurt.

All because I wasn't good enough for him.
And yet she was?

What did she have that I didn't?

Was it the roundness of her hips? The plumpness of her lips? The sparkle in her eye?
Why couldn't she go and die.

The burning lust that my husband felt for her turned into boiling hate that I personally held for her.

Even with the realization of hate, the tears wouldn't stop. I pulled at my hair and covered my face in shame.

How could you be so stupid? So naive?

I though I would be enough for him. But apparently he has decided to look in other places for comfort. And I hated her for being that place.

The thought of their betrayal formed a headache. My eyes were so puffy from crying that it almost hurt to blink. Just when everything goes right, everything goes wrong.

"Mommy?"

My heart lurched. Wiping the tears away as fast as I could, I smiled at the one thing that brought me happiness.
He stared at me confusedly. And my smile widened as much as it could.

No matter how hurt I get; I would never let my son see me in such a way.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" I asked gently, but he only continued to stare.
"Ayden?" I called.
He shook his head and smiled, then ran off to his toys.

A sigh left my lips. The doctors have a suspicion of epilepsy forming, due to his sessions of confusion, staring, and muscle spasms. But it is only an unconfirmed suspicion that they have.

I prayed to the lord that that wasn't the case, I'm already going through enough. But to see something that I personally created and love with every fiber in my being in pain would utterly break me.

Running my fingers through my hair, a few strands come out. 'Nothing new', I thought as I threw them into the trash.

"Abella," I heard her call, along with the pitter patter of tiny feet. She brought the bastard.

She walked up to my door and smiled, failing miserably to conceal the flinch when seeing my eyes.

I look up to her in so much concealed hatred that it almost hurts me.
Almost.

"What are you doing on the floor? Nathan wouldn't like to see that butt of yours red from the floor instead of him." She laughed.

"Wouldn't you know." I laughed quietly.
She paled and flinched. I got up, and while I was walking past her, I looked her directly in the eye, before continuing.

"Why have you been so cold towards me lately?" She sighed.

I ignored her.

"What did I do?" She asked louder.

I ignored her.

"ABELLA!" She practically screamed.
She grabbed my hand.

The same hand that was used to please and touch all over my husband. The same hands that he loved to touch him. The hands that belonged to my betrayer.

I snapped.
I snatched my hand away and hissed as if her skin burned me. "Don't ever, fucking touch me again, slut." Hurt flashed in her eyes. But she dropped her hand.
Welcome to the club, bitch.