Chapter 6: Set him free

When I opened the door of my husband's mansion, a loud slap immediately greeted me, making my face twisted. I just bit my lip because of the extreme pain and pain I was feeling. I closed my eyes tightly and calmed myself.

“Do you have a thick face still to come here?” my husband's mistress said angrily so I laughed softly.

I wiped the edge of my lip that was bleeding from the force of her slap and looked at her.

“Really? Am I thick-faced?” I laughed questioning her.

She suddenly quiet, so I laughed even more.

“Who among us is the mistress? Aren't you? So, you're the one have the thickness of the face.” I said coldly.

She raised an eyebrow at me and I looked at her seriously. She laughed weakly and at the same time crossed her arms as she approached me.

“Mistress? But I am his beloved. ” she said with a smirk as she poked my shoulder which I pulled back.

I smirked and looked at her angrily while holding her finger which she complained about.

“Don't ever point you're fucking finger on me, in front of my husband's mansion.” I said coldly as I tightened the grip on her finger.

“Ouch, you bitch! Let go of me.” she said angrily but I just laughed at her.

“You are the beloved one. But I was the one he married.” I whispered coldly in her ear at the same time pushing her.

She sat down and cried so I raised my eyebrow.

“Seriously? when will this woman change. Her acting is so fucking boring.” I said to myself.

“Why did you push me? I just want to say hello to you! ” she shouted so my mouth fell.

“Wow! What a best actress.” I said in my mind.

Suddenly, my husband came out and quickly helped her stand up.

“Are you okay, babe?” he asked worriedly.

I looked away when he suddenly hugged his mistress infront on me. I don't know myself why I'm fooling around with a man I'm not the one he love and someone else loves. It hurts so much to think that you have done everything but he still can't love you. I secretly laughed and went inside. I can no longer see the embrace of the person I love and the person he loves.

Am I too stupid? because I just let the person I love, hurt me and crush me. Yes, I know I'm stupid, I'm so stupid. But for the person I love only, is it stupid to love someone more than yourself? Am I too stupid if I just let myself be oppressed and hurt by the person I love? because you don't want to lose it to you?

I did not realize that my tears were already dripping so I quickly wiped them away. And I didn't even realize that I was here in front of my room. I was about to enter when someone suddenly grabbed my arm.

The eyes of the two of us met, the man I loved so much. Anger could be seen in his eyes as if it was about to explode with anger.

“What did you do to Tiffany, huh? How many times can I tell you never hurt her because I am the one you can fight against!” he shouted angrily at my face and tightened his grip on my arm even more.

I felt his nail sink into my skin so I closed my eyes tightly. I bit my lip and opened my eyes. We looked at each other for a few seconds but he was the first to avoid.

“Tell me, you slut! What is Tiffany doing to you that is bad? To hurt her! the thickness of your face to hurt the woman I love! This is what you will remember, I don't love you! and I will never love you. Keep that in your mind! And don't ever hurt the woman I love or I'll kill you. ” he shouted angrily and turned away.

He hadn't taken three steps when I spoke which he stopped.

“Good for you.” I said smiling but tears still flowed in my eyes.

I laughed and wiped the tears that kept flowing down my cheeks. I looked up and gasped.

“I have a question.” I said softly.

He didn't say a word and just kept his back to me.

“Is it hard to love me?” I cried while question him.

“Because if so, my life is very useless.” I added.

“Because the person I love has someone else love and my own Mother does not recognize me as her child.” I laughed while saying that word.

I bit my lip so hard that I stopped crying. It hurts so much. I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore. It's exhausting. Can I just relax and stop being stupid?

“The world is terrible! so unfair!” I cried.

He was still not moving in his stance so I laughed softly.

“I am stupid, right? Because in our three years of marriage, I am the only one who loves the two of us. Just me! I’m the only one fooling around in this fucking relationship. Just me!” I laughed saying while holding back the crying.

“I know I'm not the one you love. I know that, because that’s what you always make me feel every day. I'm just stupid but I'm not numb, I'm not like you.” I said tearfully.

“I promised myself that I would not give up to you but in what you do every day. You give me a reason to step on you, to lose my love for you.” I added.

“If you’re numb, if you don’t care about me, if I’m just a scoundrel who is insignificant in your eyes, if a scattered trash, if a gold digger, but it’s trivial, trash, gold digger and anything you think of me. This woman loves you more than herself. The woman who made a fool of us in our three years of marriage, the woman who does nothing but love you even when it is crushed.” I said and bite my lips.

I looked up and laughed weakly. I sighed weakly and looked behind him.

“But ... this woman is also tired, also hurt. Do you want to be free? Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore. You can do whatever you want. Thanks to you I learned to love and I learned what love is. I'm glad I met you, I'm glad I loved you, and I'm glad I set you free.” I said smiling as my tears continued to flow.

I turned my back on him and went into my room. When I entered my room, I just sat on the floor and cried and cried.

It hurts so much, when the person you love is you letting go. I leaned my head against the door and just closed it.

Maybe we're not really the ones for each other, that's all that's really the story of the two of us. I smiled bitterly and stood up. I rolled my whole gaze across my room.

I bowed down and smiled wryly. I will miss it. It’s just my comforter whenever my husband hurts me and when I’m crying.

I don't want to be stupid, maybe this is the day for me to set him free. It's tiring to fool around. Tiresome to cry hourly.

I sighed weakly and lay down on my bed. Maybe it’s time to go back to where I really came from and what I really am. I'm leaving peacefully, I don't want to disturb them anymore.