★ Grace P.O.V. ★
The following morning, I woke up on the floor. My back hurt like hell because of the position I contorted into in my sleep. I rubbed it as I stood up, but it didn't help much. I sighed softly at the memories of the previous day and headed to the loo, but then I heard cluttering coming from the living room. I immediately grabbed my gun, unlocked the door and ran through it. I had the weapon raised high as I scanned the area.
"Grace?" Jerome muttered from the kitchen and looked at the muzzle with wide eyes. I breathed out with relief and lowered the gun.
"Why are you up? You should rest." I sighed, went over to the couch and plopped down on it.
"I-I wanted to make you breakfast." He mumbled. I set the pistol on the coffee table and rubbed my face to stop myself from crying.
"We need to talk. Come here." I requested. He immediately complied with my wishes and sat down next to me.
"Don't." I hissed when he tried to grab my hand. He frowned deeply.
"When did you decide to leave me flat? Before you proposed?"
"I wasn't leaving you flat. I got you-"
"If you're going to babble about Tom again, or God forbid, tell me you left me money, I will murder you."
"I did. Isn't that good? I-"
"Jerome!" I snapped. His eyebrows shot up.
"You idiot, I didn't want money from you. I didn't want anything from you. I just wanted you." I groaned and pulled my knees to my chest. His face softened.
"Gorgeous, I-"
"We're done here." I gritted through my teeth and began getting off the sofa.
"W-wait. I won't call you that. Just stay." He pleaded and held me in place. I sighed and crossed my legs.
"I decided after. I-I wouldn't do it if I knew before." He told me. I swallowed my sorrow and nodded.
"Before or after we talked about getting a place together?" I breathed.
"I got the idea before but decided after." He muttered. I smiled through my pain, and tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Grey, I'm so sorry." He mumbled and once again tried to grab my hand.
"Don't touch me." I whimpered and scooched away from him.
"W-was last night some kind of a goodbye?" I sniffled and instantly got the answer from the look in his eyes.
"Oh, God." I whined and burrowed my face in my shaking hands.
"I-I wanted to show you how much I love and adore you s-so you would remember. I-
"Stop, stop, stop." I blurted out, frantically shook my head and covered my ears.
"O-oh, no." I breathed and let my arms fall down my sides after I remembered something.
"Y-yesterday morning, you told me you heard someone outside our door. You didn't really hear anyone. Y-you just wanted me to stop talking about our wedding night because you knew it was never going to happen."
"I-I couldn't stand it. I'm so sor-"
"Fuck!" I yelled with absolute frustration, scrambled to my feet and shoved my fingers in my puffy curls.
I gripped them tightly and suddenly became extremely aware of the ring he gave me. It felt almost as if it was melting through my skin. I quickly lifted my left hand and spread my fingers to get a good look at it. He promised to take care of me, to love me. He told me I was perfect. He was jealous. He said he would protect me. It all meant nothing. I sniffled and pulled the ring off my wedding finger.
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