THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY BOOK TWO (I'll Never Love Again) (girlxgirl)

CH.TWENTY-FOUR

Just because I am giving up on you doesn't mean I never loved you. It just means I realised you never loved me.

_Unknown

JAYCEY'S POV

"You're different." he spoke, putting down his eating utensils and steadily watching me. His gaze was so intense that I stopped eating too, so I could protect myself from choking.

"So are you," I responded with a dead serious expression on my face. My relationship with Eric was certainly reaching rock bottom and I knew what I had to do. I promised Belle and I was going to live up to my promises, but how do you even start talking about divorce with someone like Eric? I didn't think of that.

He ignored what I'd said, "Any plans for today?"

"Nope," I deadpanned.

"Aren't you going to meet your boyfriend or something?"

"What are you talking about Eric?"

"I'm talking about the person who's been fucking you."

I clicked my tongue, standing up from my chair not interested in talking with him anymore. He stayed calm where he was sitting and watched me as I carried my plate.

"Don't walk out on me Jaycey."

"How can I not when you're trying to piss me off," I came to an abrupt stop. Turning to look at him. I was surprised that he was still sitting down, I didn't get into that though.

"Of course I am trying to piss you off Jaycey, what else is there for me to do. I don't get to make love to my wife ---"

I cut him off, rolling my eyes and almost shouting at him, "What do you know about making love?"

"You tell me, seems like you know better now. Who are you sleeping with? Who's showing you the real version of making love?"

"We're not getting into this again."

"Why are you avoiding it?"

"Because it's stupid Eric! I have been nothing but faithful you."

The screeching of the chair made me jump up slightly panicking. It took Eric only a few steps to reach where I was and to say I was completely in shock when I felt his hand connect to my cheek is an understatement. I didn't even get to react because he pulled me to him and slaughtered me with his eyes.

"You're not the first woman I have been with. I told you not to think I'm a fool. I know there's somebody else in the picture," he said to my face, "Now, I made you my wife. Do you know what that means?"

I didn't answer him, I guess that was the ultimate wrong move because the result for not answering him was his one hand connecting with my neck as he choked me. The look on his face told me there was absolutely no way out, if I didn't beg him to let me go he would definitely kill me.

"I so fuckin' despise you," he whisper-yelled, gritting his teeth and tightening his hold on my neck causing me to cough.

"Eric stop."

"Every inch of your skin reminds me of that piece of trash," he spoke with pure resentment, I didn't even know who he was talking about.

"E-ric."

"You're not even worth it," he let go of my neck and pushed me back. I staggered, almost falling to the ground. I continuously coughed, trying to breathe. The pain I felt was unbearable, I'm sure I looked like something that was dying.

"Whoever you're cheating on me with doesn't give a damn about your feelings. You, you are nothing. You're a nobody. You're lucky I even call you my wife. I expect you to be grateful. Say it, tell me you're grateful."

I kept quiet. Not because I didn't want to say what he'd commanded me to but because I wasn't sure I could speak. My neck hurt and my breathing was still not normal.

"I'm not playing with you, tell me you're grateful," he shouted, causing my heart to thud in my chest at the thought of him beating me up or worse.

I swallowed painfully, "I'm grateful."

"For what?," he rolled his eyes, face palming himself as if disappointed by what I had said.

"Being your wife."

"You bloody idiot," he chuckled lightly, "Say it in a full sentence."

"I'm grateful for being your wife."

"Good, now, before I go, tell me you love me."

Tears fell from my eyes upon hearing that word. Love, I hated it now. I didn't wish to hear it, unless it was being spoken by someone else. Unless it was coming from Isabelle, but she wasn't here and I was dying on my own. She wasn't here and I so wanted to be in her arms, to cry on her shoulder, to just feel protected.

"I love you."

"Don't sound like I'm forcing you, it has to come natural sweetheart, like this, I love you," he said, "Now say it again."

"I love you Eric."

"I love you too Jaycey."

What is the definition of psycho? It's Eric. How didn't I see it before, its because I was running away. I wanted the feeling of being loved, I wanted to be with someone so I could forget about Belle. But I guess I was stupid, I was a fool to just fall for anyone that was there to catch me. I stood where I was as Eric kissed me on my cheek and turned on his heels, leaving as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just tore my heart apart. At that moment I made a decision to leave, if I couldn't tell him about the divorce face to face then I was going to disappear. It would kill him when he found out that I was inlove with Belle, but being with him was the same as killing myself everyday. I wondered if I ever really did love him, maybe I did but truth of the matter is, Eric never loved me...why did he marry me then? What was he even doing at that part of the town when we met, infront of my apartment building. People like him weren't the kind to be at places like that, but it didn't matter. I was leaving Eric and going to Belle, it's what I promised her and it was what was good for me.