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Bella_beck: be your own source of happiness 📸: @Noahbeck
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_____________________ {Bella's POV}
I was walking to the front door when a familiar face, stopped me in my tracks. "Kate, what are you doing here?" I sighed frustrated. "You took Noah." She seethed.
"Kate, it has been 5 years, 5 fucking years since Noah and I got together. I'm sorry what went down between you two, but you can't still be hung up on it." She took a step closer. "Listen to me, Mrs. Beck," she spit my last name out in disgust, "I'll get you for this. If it's the last thing I do. Noah was happy with me. Just because you're married doesn't mean he won't have side hoes. Look at you, you look like some hideous dwarf who's a home wrecker. You do look better as a fucking clown. You're a slut, a filthy slut. Noah's just using you for sex." She ranted.
I waited a second. "Okay, good you're done now. Here's what's going to happen. I'm gonna go home, you're gonna go home. You're gonna stop wasting your time one a relationship that doesn't involve you, and you're going to get a life. I'm done with this whole entire thing. It's petty at this point and I'm over it all. It's time you moved on, he did. You can't throw away your entire life because one relationship didn't end well. So, if you don't mind I'm going to go now."
I walked past her, dodging her shoulder bump. I unlocked the door, walking inside. "Hey, Bells. How was your day?" I smiled, seeing Noah cooking in the kitchen.
"It was long, how about you, baby boy?" I trudged over time him, kissing his cheek. "It was fine. I'm making pasta." He informed me.
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I cleared our dishes, placing them in the sink. "Make sure to do the dishes, bubba." I reminded. He gave me an eye-roll, "I'll do them tomorrow."
"Can you do them tonight? The sink's getting a little crowded." I stood behind the couch, placing my hands on his shoulders. "I said tomorrow." He shrugged off my hands. "Why are you getting so pressed on this?" I asked. "If you want them done so badly, just do them yourself."
"Noah, I did them last night. It's your turn." He groaned. "I cooked dinner. You do the dishes Bella, it's not hard." I scoffed, "If it's not hard then why are you refusing to do them?" He stood up, staring down at me. "My day was busy, just do them." I crossed my arms over my chest. "My day was busy too, Noah. You're not special."
"Just do them!" He yelled. I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Since when did you start bossing me around?" He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Isabella just do the fucking dishes. You're job isn't hard." My jaw dropped. "I don't just post all day Noah! I have an actual job as well! Not to mention I'm studying to be a fucking nurse! This internship isn't easy!" I yelled.
"Just get in the kitchen, oh my fucking god! Stop making a big deal out of everything!" He yelled back. "No! It's not my job today! And don't you even fucking try to tell me I'm the one who made a big deal! It's the dishes Noah! I'm not asking you to rebuild the house!"
"YOU DON'T EVEN STUDY OFTEN BELLA! DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE SO SMART BECAUSE YOU'RE A MEDICAL STUDENT!" I stormed off, going to our bedroom. It was mine alone tonight. I grabbed a pillow and walked back to the living room. "You can come sleep in bed, when you pull out whatever 30 foot pole is up your ass, and when you've done the dishes." I said sternly, chucking the pillow at him.
I went back to the bedroom, locking the door. It was the fucking dishes, I didn't think people had to move mountains to do them. I mean seriously, why is he so fucking pissed about it? I honestly didn't want to be near him, he had some fucking nerve saying my job wasn't hard. A paid internship as a temporary nurse isn't 2+2, I'd like to see him do it. I went to bed angry that night. And Noah didn't even try knocking on the door.
