LIED PROMISES

03 - Fury

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❝ He did not realize her worth until she left him, and never came back.❞

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JAMES

We were having such a great time, Emma was laughing so much, and suddenly I caught sight of her face going pale, eyes getting damp, and then, she looked down. Whenever she did that, I apprehended that something wasn't right, even though she recovered from that mini attack soon.

Steven.

That monster, Steven.

I wonder where the fuck he had come from, and hardly had I seen him when I discovered it was him. Emma's face wouldn't have gone pale like that for some other person. As soon as I glanced upon Steven, I hid a small chuckle down my throat, figuring out how pathetic he had been, which he had absolutely earned for himself. Why, a woman like Emma loved him, and what did he give her in return for her heart? Absolutely nothing. Instead, he took away her all, and there wasn't even any reason for it. Gosh, I summon up how Emma had been after the pain inflicted upon her heart by Steven, and how she told me with a cold, cold heart that she didn't want a relationship ever again. Not after everything that happened. I know Emma, and she is the loveliest person that could ever exist in the world, God knows how that bastard discovered the ways to hurt her like that, when she was his girlfriend. God, nobody would do such stuff to an enemy, the stuff he did to his girlfriend.

I hate Steven, and felt like I should've killed that man, right there.

But Emma.

Oh, my sweet, sweet Emma.

She looked at me with eyes that beseeched me to grab a hold of my emotions. We had talked about this earlier.

"What if one day, Steven appears in front of you, Emma?" I'd asked, looking in her eyes that hid all the pain behind her big glasses, underneath her long eyelashes.

"Well - um - I -" she blabbered.

"You are my lady, Emma, you're mine. You'll be strong right? You know how strong you're, right?"

"Yes. Yes, I know about my strength, and I know how strong I've become. You don't need to agonize over it, sweet James, I'm only yours. And you know that, right? Steven is my past, and he is of as much importance to me as a cent is to a billionaire. He doesn't matter to me anymore, and if he did, I wouldn't have been yours, right?"

I hugged her, planted a soft kiss on her forehead, and told her I loved her enough to not even remind her of Steven ever again.

"You need to promise me one thing, James," she said firmly.

"What?"

"You don't have to even think of killing him, or even hurting him, if he has the destiny to meet us again, no matter how many days, or months later in future."

"That's so difficult, I'd beat him up to -"

"No, Steven. No. I don't want you to land in trouble because of him. Seeing me with you, and happy so, would be enough of a wound to his dead heart, and he wouldn't be able to take any more wounds."

"Okay, if that's what you wish - I promise I won't kill him, or hurt him."

"One more promise, James?"

"What's that?"

"Promise me you won't break the first promise."

"I do, sweet love," I said with a chuckle.

Ah, Emma was such a baby girl sometimes!

But today, there he was - pathetic, lonely, and yet the same, stubborn asshole, ugh, what an ungrateful son of a bitch he was! I didn't aspire anything as much as I aspired to hurt him, like he hurt my Emma, and beat all that shit out of him, but of course, my promises weren't lies.

I glanced again at Emma. She looked confident. I was proud of her. Her eyes glimmered, a tinge of pity, a tinge of mockery, but no hatred. She was born with the heart of an angel - no matter what, she didn't possess the ability to feel hostility for anyone - she always had the ability to forgive, but one day, she finally didn't forgive him anymore, and walked away. And today, she didn't care about Steven, and even after all this, she was humble.

A complete beauty, inside-out, with the heart of an angel, yes, that was my Emma!

I noticed the way Emma's eyes landed on Steven, and his on hers. Why, I'm a man - and men understand men - I could mark in his eyes, that he was praying to get Emma back somehow, but of course, I'm here, her shield. I had vowed to protect my wife at all costs, in sickness and in health, and never leave her side. He had somehow managed to sneak into our wedding, and had seen it by his very own eyes.

Of course, who wouldn't, except this asshole, love a soul like Emma's? She deserved everything in life, and also achieved it. I wished to shield her, from his evil, evil eyes, that were then filled with repentance. Ah, the thought of my sweet, sweet Emma, suffering and killing her very soul because of this asshole right there in front of me gobbled me up, and I swear I spared him alive only for the sake of Emma's promise. I mean, promises. I should never forget that she always asked for two of them.

Emma had a special corner in her heart for promises. She wanted them to be true.

I noticed what a loser he'd turned out to be in his life, and although he once had my Emma, there wasn't any reason to feel insecure because of him, for I knew Emma.

She wasn't the girl who was broken by her boyfriend, and then remained broke.

She was the girl who broke, and then picked up her pieces, redefined them with love, and moulded herself into a woman, nurturing all her scars, and watering them with affection, growing and glowing, to reach the pinnacle of success.

That's the thing about heartbreak. Everyone would taste a heartbreak at least once in their lives, which maybe isn't their fault, but remaining heartbroken forever definitely is. Here, my Emma, she'd tasted heartbreak not once or twice, but all her life, in forms of betrayal by friends, best friends, boyfriend, and what not, and she'd swallowed a half death once; and still found the capability to stand up, undefeated.

I have so, so much of reverence for her, and I promise, I would never let her feel that way again.

And look at that asshole. What would come out of repenting now anyway? He should've cared when she was his, if only he'd had a softer heart...

But whatever happened, happened. Emma had always deserved so, so much more than that drunk bastard.

Emma smiled, in front of him, when our kids arrived, oh, she'd been a lovely, lovely mom too.

She was smiling, and he was trying to control his tears.

Yes, he rather deserved to see my Emma smile and be happy without him, than die an easy death enforced by her husband.

I knew she didn't care about him anymore, and even if Steven would've begged Emma to forgive him, I know that Emma would just walk away, after giving a light nod.

I looked up in the skies out of gratefulness toward the heavens for reserving such a fairy like Emma for me, and we went to our table to have our dinner.

All that Steven could do, was to sip whiskey and repent.

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So here's the end of Chapter 3 of my first novel LIED PROMISES!

James is really passionate about Emma, and protective too, right? Isn't it so, so ironic, that Emma saved the life of the guy who hurt her so much? But what did he do?! Stay in for further chapters to know!

~Khushboo Savadia
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