The Deal (Jenlisa x Chaennie Fanfic)

XXXIX - The Exception

So, after so many years, changing of clothes, skincare and shits, Lisa was finally ready to meet her wife.

We all know the office door was never locked, yet Lisa knocked out of courtesy and was met with the sight of her wife still in that clothes shuffling the pile of papers above her desk.

Mentally, Lisa shook her head.

She approached her table cautiously, the CEO is now more than intimidating. She's dying to see her little wife's gummy smile behind that aura, but because yo author is an asshole, Lisa knew it might take a while.

"Hi."

Lisa mentally slapped her face for that remark, and the manner she had said it. A cat-calling creep.

"Take a seat."

Without looking up, Jennie pointed at the guest couch in front of her while Lisa still cringed, while obeying, thankful for her wife not minding all her crap, maintaining that formality.

She watched Jennie intently as her wife opened the drawer under her table, pulling out an envelope, and pushing it towards her.

Her heart sank deep.

"Open it."

Jennie's tone wasn't cold. It sounded, betrayed.

And Lisa was relieved it wasn't the legal papers she thought it was. It's just the last will and testament of the late chairman giving her an island and 30% of the property he had left. Her eyes widened. She thought it was only 20.

"It would take effect after divorce. If you don't have further questions you may leave now."

Oh shit no.

"Jennie I'm-"

Jennie raised a hand, a gesture to stop Lisa's future blabbering.

"You did a great job, I'm thankful. Don't be sorry for me believing all of it was true."

"Jen, you don't understand." Lisa protested on her feet, seeing pain screaming loud from her beloved's eyes.

"I do understand. Believe me. It's alright." Jennie gave her a tight lip smile. Genuine, that it shattered Lisa's heart.

"No. Please Jen, it's not like that. I did not accept it-I wasn't-"

"Lisa I'm tired."

"Just hear me out. Please?"

"Lisa, I've heard enough.... and it's too much."

Lisa blinked her eyes, thinking of right words to say, that usually never came. It was her words against the dead man's last will. Her words against the overly attached ex with the intelligence of a spy.

Her last resort was to find any traces of faith in her wife's eyes. That, also never came.

If there's anything she genetically inherited straight from her father, it was that shining irrevocable pride. Why the hell would you ever need to explain yourself? People who judge don't deserve the truth in the first place. And more, if they don't want to hear the truth anyways. So,

"Forgive me." Lisa uttered, bowing her head with the dignity of a cavalier failing the task of guarding the queen.

The first single tear escaped Jennie's eyes witnessing the truth she wanted to believe. She needed to believe, to reclaim the crown of her sanity.

Surrender, both their hearts did.

Lisa turned her back away from Jennie without looking at her face and headed to her room, tears running down her face.

She was angry. Angry at her father from being the devil himself and making her one. Angry at her father-in-law for putting her in this shit unconsented. Angry at Jennie for not hearing her out. Angry at herself for being stupid, still wanting to tell Jennie that she loves her despite of everything the asshole of an author was putting them through.

Huh? What? Me?

She doesn't want to cry anymore. Why would she? When Jennie had her mind already made up, that she's the antagonist of this fanfic. She won't lose sleep over this indignation. Not until she let this wrath out of her chest.

She dried her eyes. Now insensitive. She's gonna tell her side of the story that we all know and nothing could ever stop her. Not for anyone, but for the peace of her mind and soul.

On her heels, she marched towards the suffocating room with the fury she had never felt against anyone, not even to her damned father. But she wanted Jennie to know, who's Lisa Manoban is and not her lovestruck wife.

She entered the room without even knocking, to see her wife's head shoved against it's arms above her desk. Shaking. Sniffling.

Wait. Where's her fury now? All gone. No. She's still mad.

She stared at her, sighing and began approaching her wife.

Jennie didn't hear the intruder coming. One, because it didn't knock. Two, because she's controling her sniffling sounds along with the unbearable thoughts running through her mind. She's grieving, her father and the trust she had for her wife.

Until she felt someone lifting her arms up. And seeing through the stream of tears, it was her damned wife. She wanted to retract the force but it's too late. She's now straddled on its lap, clutching to it shoulders tight like a baby monkey to her mom.

She's trembling hard, with her wife's hand caressing her back, not saying anything. She knew she's dampening her wife's clean clothes with her incessant falling tears but she shove her face deeper in her wife's chest. Letting herself be devoured by betrayal, loss, pain and shame.

"Cry loud. What's stopping you?"

Lisa sassed. Jennie tried hard to stop. They're not supposed to be in that position.

"Y-you don't... you don't have to..p-pretend you..care anymore."

Jennie managed against her audible sobbing fits, still clinging to Lisa.

"I have to. Until divorce. Your father's ghost might scare me if I didn't finish my job in a good note."

"Now, cry. Be mad. It's ok."

Jennie didn't say a thing, but embraced her wife.

It's happening again, she thought.

Falling for the darkness. Losing the light. She smiled bitterly and gripped on her tight.

Jennie buried her head against Lisa's neck, tears began pouring down again, realizing she can not win from the kind of surrender her heart desired.

Shattering, breaking, rebuilding the shambles left over and over again; Jennie had now accepted her fate.

To be continued....