BXBX NOVEL Chapter 65 - JEALOUS EX-HUSBAND
Chapter 65 - JEALOUS EX-HUSBAND
One of the most painful things in the world is watching the woman you love, happy with someone else.
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I always dreaded this to happen. Especially that I was there to have a glimpse of what was taking place. It shatters my heart into a thousand pieces, almost making me want to weep with helplessness and frustrations knowing she once been mine but I blow up the chance and broke her heart, and now she found solace in another man's arms, I was left with no choice but watch her sweet enchanting smile as she slowly walks down the bottom of the stairs where a handsome Adonis waits for her descent—like a groom impatiently waiting for his bride to reach his side.
It wasn't my intention to pry over her private affairs. It just happened that I was about to enter the door to supposedly ask her about moving the huge flower pot outside to the spot she wanted it to be transferred. I know it could wait until tomorrow but I just want to see her…. Badly wanted to see her. I couldn't wait much longer and formulated a reasonable excuse to meet her only to have my heart broken and shatter across the floor seeing her walk down the stairs just like the first time I saw her except a man was waiting down at the end with a wide grin on like a teenager taking his crush to prom for the first time.
A felt the sudden stab of annoyance. I almost had this irresistible urge to pull the man's collar and push him hard to the floor, and rip that smile off his lips. Noticing the grim thoughts running on my head, I groaned, I sounded like a jealous husband except that Beatrix was not legally mine anymore. I'm nothing but a man regretting his past actions, but it was too late for regrets. The damage I did was beyond repair. It built a thick layer of iron wall between us. Phoenix—Beatrix is better without me.
The grandfather clock seems to stop moving. My whole world momentarily froze into stillness as she walked down the stairs. I have to hold my breathing as I continue to gaze at her with nothing but pure admiration in my eyes. She was the most wonderful thing I've ever known and the sweetest person I've ever met. But I'm the stupidest man on earth for having to break such a delicate creature. I have to pay for my sins and today was just the beginning of it as I stood in silence, witnessing the scene that stabbed my heart with a thousand knives.
She moved down the stairs with the graceful movement of a queen. Except that she's not a queen but a goddess of war who fought and won countless wars in her life. The beautiful glow on her unique pair of eyes made her more appealing. She had always been beautiful but now she was simply amazing that even my eyes wouldn't want to blink in fear that I would waste a single moment. I wanted her memory to be implanted in my mind because that's all I could have of her.
When she reached the bottom stairs and the man gently took her palm into his lips, I swore I died at the moment. My only concern was I'm still very much alive. I rather prefer I'm dead to not witness the torturous scene that adds lemon to the raw wound in my heart. It must have been what my ex-wife had felt the first time she saw me with Angela. The pain must have been triple worst after she found doing the 'thing' with Angela on the kitchen counter. I now realize the pain. But I know the pain I?felt at that moment was only a speck of dust compared to the pain I made her suffer when she had to witness my unfaithfulness live. Because I swore, if I found her with any other man on a bed, I would kill. That is without a doubt.
Her sexy lips stretched into a smile, it was so brilliant that it made the diamonds on her ears appear dull. Even the chandelier hanging on the ceiling seems unappealing compared to that illuminating smile. A strong ache in my chest woken me up from my illusion, the cheerfulness inside me vanished like a flame poured with a bucket of water. The smile wasn't for me anymore, probably it will never belong to me again, that's the truth I need to get over. I don't even know if I will ever 'get over and probably I have to spend the rest of my remaining days confined to a mental institution after I couldn't take the sweet torture of her memories anymore.
The man wearing a tuxedo laid his arms around her tiny waist. It took me a great amount of self-control as large as the size of Europe not to charge forward and rip the arms that were holding her. Jealousy was Indeed one of the most unpleasant sensations in the world. If this continues, I wouldn't end up in a mental institution but I will forever found myself locked into Alcatraz. I know I should look away but there was no strength left in me to avoid something which I know I have to face forever. I realize at the very moment it was difficult to become a masochist except that it was unavoidable.
They are headed to the door, I realize as I ran behind one of the large lawn ornament—an angel kneeling on the ground holding a flower into her palm—a hasty move to hide my presence from the two. If I dare broke this statue, I might as well say goodbye to my job for the next day.?I'll bet my arms and legs that the lawn ornament cost?Alexander Crawford a great amount of fortune. He will surely break my bones if I break the rare piece.
There was a brand new car waiting outside the entrance. I hate to admit it but it was gorgeous, the latest model, must have cost a fortune. That instant I knew I don't like the man, such a showoff. It almost seems to take forever as I wait for them to emerge, when they finally did, I swear I couldn't be more pissed off. How I wish that a bolt of great lightning would hit the car and destroy the engine before they could leave. But of course, it was as impossible as wishing Beatrix would pay me attention now that I'm a lowly gardener.
He opened the door for her then turned in the opposite direction and climbed inside. The engine roared to life and moved forward, the gates swung open and the moving car faded to the distance before the gates swung close. The car was gone but I was still there watching the gates with growing unease or perhaps it was growing jealousy if I would only be honest with myself. She was gone but the breathtaking image of her persists inside my thoughts. Beatrix had ways been beautiful but tonight I found myself searching for the right words to describe her. The silk gown she wore was too perfect to describe in words.
The smooth silk dress clung to the perfect curves of her body like a well-made glove. The double thigh slit did wonders to flatter her shapely legs which were one of her best assets and it cost me a great amount of self-control not to run for sewing tools and repair the exaggerated slits that could make a man's eyes bulge with admiration. I never saw her wear a gone so revealing before, not even when she was still my wife. She was always the prim and proper type. But tonight her taste must have changed too. It must be the influence of her personal designer Madam Stella, she was trying to make her client ride the fashion rage, which explains the plunging neckline that displays an ample amount of her perky breasts.
Beatrix was dressed as Aphrodite tonight and without a doubt, she slayed the look. She wore her evening attire with stunning grace that could make the real goddess of love and beauty from Mount Olympus blush.?She was once mine, and even if it's now a distant memory I'm still so proud of her, so damm proud that I nearly weep at the thought that she would acquire more admirer. Moving the flowers crowding the kitchen this morning had been a difficult job that irritated the hell out of me. I don't know how would I handle to keep moving her suitor's gifts without losing my mind from jealousy.
"Wah-wah "
An infant's cries reached my ears. My thoughts were suddenly scattered in the air. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion while my gaze searched where the sound came from. It seems the noise was originating from inside the mansion. Impossible! My initial reaction was pure disbelief. A baby? Inside the Crawford Mansion? That's purely ridiculous. I must have been losing my mind. Didn't I lose my mind already a few moments ago? I strode away from the door to the direction of my tiny cottage. Must have been my imagination, I thought.
"Wah-wah." I froze in my tracks. This was no longer my imagination. "Bloody Hell," I muttered under my breath and made a retreating steps backward until I was standing at the door of the mansion. I take a peek inside only to be greeted by the greatest shock of my life.