A Greenwich wedding

A Greenwich wedding

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We were on the subway the night of your wedding. Your ear came to rest between my breasts and the second you laid it there, I felt your body language change. You knew. You heard the knocking in my chest and I felt you stiffen. I clasped your fingers between mine and you began to relax. Everything was different. I knew I couldn't hide it anymore. You knew of my resentment for her. I couldn't control my feelings for you, a married man and you weren't bothered. Apparently neither was she because she witnessed the entire exchange. I waited for a word of protest from her but none came. Was she so secure with you that she felt not a sliver of worry? Jealousy? Of course not. She now shared your last name. I don't remember much about that night other than my feelings finally coming to light. I like to think we were on the subway to Greenwich Village and that it was me who would explore you, enjoy you, and learn things about you that I had only ever dreamed of...not her, not her. It was me and it was you and it was always in my head.
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"I want a divorce." And just hearing him say that my whole world that seemed to revolve around him stopped. Gathering myself I barely managed to speak in a voice that even I could not recognise. I couldn't comprehend anything going around me. "Wh..hy?" As soon as the words left my mouth he threw the file and the photographs spread across the floor. And those photographs had me in compromising positions with not one but several men. Looking at those photos I looked straight into his eyes. Disgust and hatred. The only emotions I could see. Taking a deep breath I composed myself and tried to keep my face void of the emotions I felt at that moment. Hurt and immense pain. If he didn't trust me then he has no right to see me vulnerable too. "Is this the only reason why you want to divorce me? No other except this?" It was foolish of me to ask him but I had to make sure. Also for me trust comes before love. If he doesn't trust me I don't even want to save the relationship. "Is this not enough you whore? What else can I expect from a slut and a gold digger like you! I knew it from the start that all you showed was just a facade. Your innocence, kindness, it was all fake. I just don't believe how can I be so dumb." Was I hurt? No I was broken beyond repair. My heart ached. I felt like I was seconds away from collapsing. I had far exceeded the limit of hurt and pain. I was so powerless in that moment that I couldn't even fight with him. Love makes you strong. I have heard and felt that countless times but they always forget to mention what comes after that. Love makes you weak too. I couldn't shout at him because I loved him. But I had to be brave. For myself. ************************************************** Is love enough for two people to be together or is there something more important than love? This is story of Xander and Sophie who loved each other but still couldn't be together. Because more important than love is trust. © All rights reserved

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