Letters From Another (Bughead)

Chapter Four

A/n So this chapter is taking place in the past when she first found the letters.

This font is the letter

*flashback*

Betty POV

Another day in this house.  I remember when Jug and I moved in.  He was high on his first advance and thought it was a good time to buy a home with Juliet here.  I remember how the study is what really sold him on this house. He said it was the perfect way to write from home.  I can't remember the last time he brought his typewriter to Riverdale.

I walked into the quiet study with the cleaning supplies that had graced the rest of the house today.  I started to sort the papers on his desk into neat piles when an envelope fell out of the stack currently in my hands.

I put the papers down and picked it up. The envelope had the name 'Antoinette Topaz' written on the front.

I know, I haven't even opened it and I know this will change everything.  When I opened the letter it read:

To Juggie,

My mind has not left our beautiful weekend together.  I still feel your warm embrace as we laid sand.  Another trip that I will carry with me always

I stopped reading and remembered how Jug wasn't able to make it home a few weekends ago because he "had business in New York that couldn't be postponed" I went back to the letter.

I lay awake picturing you by my side.  I long for the day we make our dream into reality and have nothing keeping us apart.  When you finally divorce that mess of a wife you always talk about, we'll finally be able to share our love with the world. No more secrets, just you and me.

The tears had overtaken my eyes. He said I'm a mess, he's planning on leaving me, he loves someone else.  He didn't love me anymore... he had her now.

I'll see you soon my love.

Like Romeo and Juliet

Love, Toni

I couldn't hold them back anymore I started bawling. he was my Romeo.  That was ours, we named out daughter after it.  

Part of me had to know more. How long had this been going on?

I stood up and walked over to his desk I started going through all of his drawers and found a stack of letters tied together by string. I sat back in his office chair and began to read one, then another, then another. I was lost in the rabbit hole that was my husband's second life with this other woman whom he loved more than me...

I looked back down at the pile and noticed that there was a letter that he hadn't sent yet. I made the foolish decision of reading it.

To My Love,

I remember when I was his Betts...

I'll be headed be to you soon.  You made that beach paradise.  I can still feel your soft lips against mine. I am counting down the days until we dont have keep ourselves a secret from the world. I just need time figure things out with Betty, but, believe when I say I love you with my whole heart.

Love, Your Romeo

I can't believe my eyes. He doesn't love me anymore, he doesn't want me. Am I really that worthless to him? Does he really sum up my life as being a 'mess'? It feels as if my heart has broken into a million pieces that will never be able to fit together the same again.

A/n sorry.