One More Chance by Jaycelle Rodriguez

Chapter 45: Scumbag-jerk-cheater of a husband

~~~I can't believe what I just heard, could it be true? And were you ever what you seemed or was I a fool who fell in love with my own dream? How do you heal a broken heart that feels like it will never beat this much again? Oh, no, I just can't let go. How do you heal a broken heart like it will never love this much again? Oh, no, tonight I'll hold what could be right, tomorrow I'll pretend to let you go~~~

-Chris Walker-

"Why didn't you go to them?" Jack's question when we find a bench to sit on.

I remained silent, looking at the San Francisco skyline that seemed to be proud standing and pointing above the now brilliantly red and orange sky. Their lights began to blink and shine through the blue water under the Golden Gate Bridge of San Fransico. My tears have already stopped falling, but the pain still exists. How I wish to become a child again, that anyone would give me a piece of candy, the pain would easily vanish... and when the tears stop falling, my simple and childish problems stop as well. "Why didn't you show up in front of them? Why did you just run? Why didn't you talk to them and give your scumbag-jerk-cheater of a husband a powerful kick on his ass and his mistress a stinging slap?"

I glanced at her slowly and then sighed.

"I wish I could..." I shook my head. "...but I couldn't. I can't."

"Why not? You are his wife, I mean his legal wife and Cherry was just his mistress, his number two, his fucking slut!"

I closed my eyes tightly upon hearing that name.

"She's not just his slut." I weakly said.

"And she's his what?"

"She's the love of his life. For him, she is his everything."

"Jesus Christ, Samantha! What the hell is going on with you? Are you just going to sit there and do nothing while they were happy, playing romantically as if they were mice that suddenly broke free from their cage?" My head snapped towards her.

"What do you want me to do, Jack, to start a fight? You want me to introduce myself in front of him and ask him 'hey, my dear husband, what are you doing? Why are you kissing her? Are you cheating on me?' or do you want me to throw all the drinks on their faces or smash the glass on the floor?' Are those the things you want me to do?"

you are strong! That you are his wife! That even if you are just his plain housewife, he shouldn't have

gritted my teeth as I couldn't help the tears to form in my eyes again. I felt hurt by what she said, that I was just a plain housewife who had no bones to stand on my

Will it

was choked

husband to me? Will it change the

of what you said will change and I'm not telling you

seconds and I waited for her next

"...even cut his balls!"

left my lips when I looked at her. I was crying

again, Jack, and you know what it

deep breath to let go of the ache

have, Jack? Because I don't understand why he had

completely fine. It's just your husband who couldn't see that thing about you

painted

was thinking of how to tell my daughter the truth and so far,

would she

someone else. I let her father get stolen from

into a hug. "It's not your fault. Actually, even if you chained your husband,

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him the following day, but I only got disappointed as he never answered any of my calls. Tears always ran down my face every time I thought about what I saw... the way

honestly, I couldn't remember how many times I dialled his number, but my calls simply go straight to his voicemail. So even though I hate to inform my daughter, I have no choice but to tell her that

I'm sure he wouldn't come, but I don't want my daughter to expect and be disappointed in the end. For me, it's

thought he said he would