"𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐈'𝐈𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨 (𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐧) 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧 '𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐈 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐮𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐖𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧', 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

" 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐃? " " 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 , 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐓?"

- 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎 ..

Ali: In the first year of my marriage to Mateo, he kept a young model as his mistress. She was outgoing, sexy, and full of energy. Mateo doted on her, taking her along on his business trips around the world, in the name of his personal assistant. He even brought her to our anniversary party and had the opening dance with her. It was like slapping my face into the dirt. As I was running away from the party, I met Mateo's brother, Lincoln. Lincoln suggested I should have an affair to get back at them. And I eventually took his advice. I slept with Lincoln. This is how our love story began. 𝗣𝗦. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽.

Matheo would attend the gala with Iris, and they would be the perfect couple, the power duo that everyone admired. Meanwhile, Colette would be here, in this cold, empty house, a prisoner of her own despair. The realization was suffocating, the betrayal too deep to bear. Her heart ached with a pain so intense it felt physical, a crushing weight that left her gasping for breath. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her body trembling with a mixture of rage and sorrow. Tears streamed down her face, but she made no move to wipe them away. What was the point? The man she had loved with all her heart, the man she had trusted implicitly, had chosen another over her. He had lied to her, betrayed her, and now he was flaunting that betrayal in the most public way possible. But this was new! Now, he had started lying to her. So, that he could attend the gala with Iris without his "stupid, unreasonable" wife demanding to be taken to a public place with him? He wouldn't want that burden on him now, would he? No, Iris would look much better in his arms, cool and sophisticated, with her intellectual talks to charm his potential investors. She knew the ins and outs of his business and it wouldn't be the first time he had taken her to such events. The thought made Colette's stomach churn. But tonight, something snapped inside her. The dead flower of her heart, long withered from neglect and betrayal, turned to a crisp. She had been humiliated, shamed, hidden away in secret, and lied to. Matheo had been afraid she would embarrass him? Now she would show him what true embarrassment felt like. Maybe her marriage was over. Maybe her husband had only ever wanted her for one thing: sex. If that was the case, then tonight, she would be the epitome of sex. She would get ready to seduce him in public, and the whole world would see the actual of their marriage before she left him forever. If he wanted her as the whore, he will get the whore.

(ROMANCE ORIGINAL STORY) "You are my worst twisted nightmare, laced by the distorted beauty." When love and false comfort blinded the hazy truth. DISCLAIMER : I do not approve, glorify, romanticize any kind of abusive relationship. DO NOT STEAL OR CLAIM IT AS YOUR WORK. Copyright July 2016 by shewritespoets. Completed at Jan 2017.

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𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

❝This is just my truth,❞

"And in the middle of my chaos, there was you."