"Enzo," I called him faintly, but he was so damn engrossed in his affairs to listen.
The moan of the lady made it increasingly unbearable for me to continue. I found myself fighting through.
"Enzo," I called out again in pain, clutching my chest, but he never looked in my direction. The only sound heard was the slapping of flesh and the impact of his harsh thrust. My heart burned with greater agony.
I lowly dragged my legs down the passageway, my mind filled with painful memories of my life. I had thought Enzo loved me. I had thought he would sacrifice for me just as I had sacrificed for him.
But no, I was dying. Freaking dying, but he never looked in my direction. He never cared.
I slumped to the floor, my blurred vision moving to the stairs stretched out before me. I pinned my nails deep into the tiled floor like it owed me anything.
More tears burned at the corner of my eyes, threatening to break through the edges of my heart.
Slowly, I pulled forward, my arms pinned on the rails of the stairs as I kept pushing myself down the staircase.
One step, then the next one, and I found my legs losing their grip over the slippery tile. My arms trailed off the rails, and the next thing I realized was the plummeting of my body down the stairs with a hot, painful roar that tore through my skin.
I realized moments later I was on the floor, my entire body reeling from the pain, but my heart was set on the words that I held onto.
"I was never going to die. At least not now. Not today." I kept muttering those words to myself, pushing my weakened body toward the kitchen.
Soon I was there. By now, my heart was almost at its stop.
I quickly reached for the pavilion, drew out my bag, and it landed with a snatched sound on the floor.
Taking out the pill, I didn't know what happened thereafter, but the last thing I remembered was my arms grabbing the bottle firmly before everything went blank.
My heart stopped. Still, I lay there on the floor, tears synced to my cheeks like a second layer, my eyes slowly closing into peaceful darkness.
******
I didn't know how, but I found myself on the floor. I tried to stand up, but my entire body was hurting badly, and the pain from my knees only made me frown in agony.
I found my arms trailing through my skin, slowly pulling myself upward with a loud, painful groan.
My entire skin was bruised, and my body sore. My eyes scanned the floor, and there laid scattered was my bag and the things inside it.
I slowly pulled down again, packing up my things, and glancing at the screen, it was freaking past six p.m.
My heart skipped. Enzo!
I was about to put the pot on the cooker when everything came flooding back. My arms stuck to the cold steel handle of the pot.
Tears streamed down my cheeks. I wasn't going to let him get to me that way. I found myself hurrying out of the kitchen, despite the pain that still burned in my entire body.
Moving with that agony in my heart toward the living room, the noise still coming from that room only made me more broken.
But I sniffed, my arms rubbing on my face as I moved into the room.
The lady was now on top of him, her arms dug into his chest, his eyes closed shut, lips moving in pressure. Her whimpers filled my heart.
She never stopped, even after I entered the room. She was still thrusting harder, grinding her waist on his hardened cock.
I swallowed hard.
"Enzo!" I shouted out.
And only then did he open his eyes, meeting my gaze.
The lady cried out in loss as Enzo grabbed her waist, pushing her to the side. She landed softly at the fabrics.
A deafenen groaned followed. Without a word from him I knew what that was. A signal I was intruding or I was disturbing?
I let the hot saliva in my guts down, as I watched him slowly sliding out of bed. A frown creasing his forehead as he lean onto the lady and kissed her cheeks.
"Babe I will be right back" he whispered to her and she groaned turning in my direction with an unsheathed bitterness in her gaze.
That was when I got the picture, and my heart panicked.
"Ella?" I gasped.
She hissed and turned away, her face full of judgment. My heart raced.
Enzo got out of bed and walked toward me. His eyes were cold, filled with hate and irritation.
Before I could speak, he grabbed my wrist roughly and dragged me out of the room, down the hallway, and down the stairs to the living room.
"Enzo, stop! You're hurting me!" I cried, but he didn't listen.
When we got to the living room, he forcefully let go of my arms and I stumbled backwards, an impact of the force, my legs barely pulling me onto my feet as I landed distractingly on the tile floor.
Pains shot through my waist bone and my ankle. A creaking sound escaping my lips, tears forming in my eyes again.
I lifted my gaze towards him, but he surprisingly locked his gaze to mine, no atom of pity nor love in them. Which got me more confused.
This couldn't be the same Enzo I married.
I sat up slowly and touched my ankle. My palm came away bloody. The sight snapped something inside me.
"Enzo, why?" I asked, looking him straight in the eyes. After everything I'd done for him; the years I secretly supported him, helped him recover, and stood by his side, sacrificing my own life for him. I deserved an answer.
"Why what?" he snapped. "Are you stupid? Didn't you see it yourself?"
I swallowed hard.
"See what?" I whispered.
"That he doesn't love you and never did," a voice said from the stairs.
I looked up. It was Ella. Her eyes full of mockery.
I turned back to Enzo.
"Explain this. All of it. Why?" I asked.
"You heard her," Enzo sneered. "Stop acting like a child."
His words pierced me like a knife. But I held on, refusing to break.
"So this is the surprise you have for me right?" I questioned, my gaze drifting towards Ella who was now standing next to Enzo, wrapped affectionately in his arms.
"Yes, she's a better version you can never be" he mocked, rolling his gaze at me from head to toes "a commoner and a nobody from the slums."
His words strucked yet again, this time harder than ever, but I blinked forcing my self to stay strong.
But then his mocking, darkened stare remained fixed at me, silently promising me that
It was only the beginning of my nightmare.
Tears burned at the corner of my eyes as memories of my past flooded….