Consequences

one

Ella

Consequences.

A word so common and cheap we never spare it a thought, never contemplate over it. Or at least I did not.

I did not consider the consequences when I said yes to the golden boy of our college, Grayson Smith, when he proposed. I was too blinded by the brightest rays of love, too blinded by the air of trust and happiness surrounding us, too blinded by the perfect moments of our relationship.

But now I know. Now, I have realised my stupid mistake. Now, I have learned my lesson.

Everything you do in your life has consequences. But as greedy human beings, we are too selfish and ignorant to consider them.

Tears brim the corner of my eyes as I glance up in the mirror, taking in the dullness and the emptiness residing in my hazel eyes. The lifelessness is the only thing dominating over and shining bright with in them.

Anyway, I pull out the clip from my straight, dark black hair and let them loose.

My eyes fall on the small picture of me and Grayson, my favourite picture from the wedding day, tucked on the bottom left corner of the mirror. I see how Grayson is holding me close to him. I see how my eyes are full of happiness and life in the picture. The tears I am trying to force back stubbornly make their way out.

He did not make it, again!

The thought is the last straw. Making my way to the queen sized bed, I break out into sobs.

He never comes to the trials. I am the only one lurking there and waiting for him, hoping he will make it someday, expecting him to show up at any moment.

But, he never does.

It is not the fact he doesn't come that hurts. I wait for him and expect him to be there, that is what hurts more.

I feel humiliated sitting among the lawyers and the judge in the court. I feel people pitying me. I feel them making fun of me because of him. Because of him not giving me enough credit, enough importance. I feel pathetic when the press surrounds me and questions why my husband is not showing up as I leave the courtroom. I know he is a busy person, he is a billionaire businessman after all, but am I not worth his time? Why marry me in the first place if I am not?

It is the third time he didn't show up in the court. I just need his one freaking signature on the divorce papers. But no, he has to make my life a living hell.

I am so tired of his irresponsible behaviour. I am tired of waiting for him. I am tired of myself. I am tired of my freaking life.

Putting a pillow on my mouth, I scream. I let it all out. I cry harder as my eyes settle on the promise ring still on my finger; the promise ring he gave me while making a promise, a promise he didn't keep.

His smooth words echoes in my head, making me sob even more.

I love you, Ella. I will love you till death. I promise I won't hurt you. Never. I promise I won't leave you. Ever. I promise to keep you safe and happy. You are my everything, Ella. I love you more than anything!

My heart sinks as I realise the number of times he lied. I am compelled to think was it ever even real. Did we ever mean something? Did he ever love me at all?

I remove the ring and throw it away, not giving a damn about where it will land all the while cursing at my fate.

My eyelids felt so heavy. I don't know when I finally stopped crying and fell into the chasm of sleep.

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