Hell Of A Marriage {18+}

Chapter eleven: Don't make me pay

Flashback to two years ago.

It was approximately six months since my breakup with Drew, after walking in on him with another girl, when I paid him a surprise visit at his law firm. It was supposed to be a surprise visit, and I was going to take us out after because I had gotten promoted to supervisor at the Hilton’s hotel and I couldn’t wait to tell him, but what I met at his office took that from my mouth.

As it so happened, he told the lady that he was single and from what I heard; he had been dating the lady named Lilian for a few weeks before I discovered them together. The man I thought I knew was as fake as the word is, and I didn’t know him at all. I felt hurt and betrayed. Alian was right. He was no good and I should have seen him for what he was, but I didn’t because I loved him.

I couldn’t let that stop me from working or slow me down. This big promotion came from my good work and my boss Bethany was waiting, hoping I deliver. I took my box of tissue with me and I remember I’d come out of the meeting room immediately, go to the bathroom and cry my eyes out. It kept on, but a week later the tears stopped coming and I stopped crying myself to sleep. The thought of him still hurt, but it didn’t bring me to tears anymore. It couldn’t. And I kept at it, making sure I preoccupied my mind with work and more work in order not to think about him and weeks became months and soon I barely even had the thought of him in my head.

I was at the church Sunday service listening to the preacher preaching when I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. I looked up, and I saw a young white man, probably in his mid-twenties, looking down at me with a set of deep blue eyes.

He was wearing a blue short-sleeve shirt and black jean trousers on his white trousers. His hair was short but curly and there was no trail of beards on his broad face.

As he saw me, he smiled charmingly, “Is the seat taken?” He asked, pointing to the seat next to me and my eyes followed his finger to look at the empty seat.

“No, I don’t think it is,” I reply with a hushed voice, not wanting to be a distraction to anyone listening to the preacher’s preaching. “You want to sit?” I asked and raise my brow.

He nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”

I allowed him to go in and he sat down beside me and then we continued listening to the preacher.

“I’m Levi by the way.” He said and stretches his hand to me.

“That’s not how it works.” I straightly told him with a shake of my head before glaring at his hand.

He withdrew his hand and dropped it beside him. “What do you mean?” He asked with a confused tone in his voice.

“Oh, you think the church is the right spot for hitting on someone? Especially now that the preacher is preaching?” I demanded, staring him in the eyes.

His mouth formed a silent ‘o’ and he must have realised his errors because he said, “My bad, was just trying to have a conversation.”

I couldn’t believe he wasn’t seeing his errors and instead of battling words with this man, “The preacher is preaching, you know, right?”

After I said that, he stopped talking, maybe finally getting my message and we listen to the preacher in peace. After the church service ended, I walked out of the church, trying to go back home to relax and do the rest project I had before Monday.

“You were going to leave without saying goodbye, uh?” I heard the voice I knew belonged to the man sitting beside me earlier during service. He had gotten up when the pastor requested for newcomers to come forward and he left and never came back until the Church closed.