Torn Apart (Jaele Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Something in the atmosphere was different. Riele experienced a brooding feeling in her belly.
She couldn't place her finger on it exactly. It has been like that for the past two weeks.
Maybe her period was on the way, she figured.

Lately she had caught her mind constantly drifting towards a certain someone. Someone with beautifully expressive hazel eyes and a soft mop of blonde hair.
She used to love to comb her fingers through his hair, and he purred like a cat whenever she did. He loved her, and oh how she loved him.

The little voice inside of her grew louder..."you still love Jace, Riele..you never stopped".

She had even imagined seeing him standing across the street, smiling at her. She sometimes smelled his cologne. For the Life of her she couldn't figure out what her subconscience was trying to reveal to her.

Was he perhaps in trouble? Was he okay? Maybe she should try and contact him?

The little voice spoke up again.
" No, forget about it, he hated you!" He does not want to see you. He does not want to talk to you, remember?

And then of course, the memory  comes rolling in. She closes her eyes and exhales wearily.
On days like these she just let it play through her head. It was pointless to try and shut it out.

Flashback

The twelve months were over but Riele decided to take on the offer to design for the DiCento's for another three years.  Jace flew to Milan, hoping to convince Riele to come back home with him and start their life together.
He wasn't prepared for her answer.

"Jace, Im staying on. "
"For how long?"
"Three years"

Jace laughed incredulously.
"You cannot be serious, Riele. We are supposed to get married. I already have a house in mind.'
"A house?"
"Yes, for us ... Of course."

The conversation went downhill soon. But ultimately he made his choice.

"I am done grovelling, Riele, I am done. I flew all this way to beg you to come home with me
And you throw my love back in my
When I walk out that door, you won't see or hear from me again."

And like so many times before , she weeps into her pillow, alone and broken.