Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Elijah's cruelty worsened. I thought he would stop, but he didn't. He is not just shattering me, he's also disrespecting me as his wife. It seems like the piece of paper that is tying us together in this same roof has no power at all. He didn't leave any shame and respect for me.

“You like it, baby?”

“Y-yes! Ahhhh! Shit, faster, Elijah!”

“Ohhhh! Ahhhh!”

I can hear them loudly each night. They don't make me sleep, not even a blink in the evening. I was always here in this room, wide awake. I moved out of my room and now stayed in one of the guest rooms after I witnessed him fucking another woman. Guess what? Tonight is another woman who's probably enjoying his company and his penis in her vagina. How can't they? Elijah is fulfilling their dreams as a woman. Perhaps, they are thinking that it is a privilege to be fucked by Elijah Luciero that they all dreamed of.

Two weeks passed and they still haven't stopped yet. I go home each day from work seeing different women who are always wearing one of Elijah's shirts or his damn boxers. One night, I went home having no energy left in me and caught them kissing like whores in the living room where the maids can see and watch them right through.

In two weeks, I have been enduring it all. I have been bearing Elijah's cruelty that I pity myself each day.

“You don't look well, Faith. Is there something bothering you? It looks like you haven't slept well,” Lily said, who is here in my shop again inside the mall.

“Don't mind me. I have a lot of clients for the upcoming Halloween Ball. I need to finish all the designs as much as possible,” I reasoned out.

If they find out how Elijah treats me, they would probably barge in our house and confront him without having to think twice.

Her heavy sigh made me stop from working on different clothes for the upcoming ball. I wasn't surprised to find her eyes glued to me, cornering me until I spilled out the truth.

“What?” Yeah, I'm still trying to resist and act foolish.

“Tell me what's going on, Faith.” Her voice was already firm while I was out of words.

I held the pen with firmness while eyeing Lily who would not let me escape this time from spilling the truth. How am I supposed to tell her that Elijah has been bringing different women in our house and fucking them each night? How should I tell her that their moans every night are like music that won't stop until they satisfy each other's lust?

“Seriously, I'm fine.” I tried to make a chuckle to avoid worrying her. But I know that Lily was too sharp and keen to be fooled by me.

“What did he do?” She asked, still not giving it up.

I breathed heavily as I slammed the pencil on my sketchpad. I washed my hands on my face with so much frustration. I haven't slept properly for weeks. I wasn't able to eat well, too, ever since all of this mess happened.

“He's uh…” I paused. Am I really telling this to her instead of keeping it? It's not like I can do something about it.

I chose to look away and avoid her eyes. I don't want to see her pitying me because I'm the one who decided this for myself.

“He has been bringing different women into our house,” I finally admitted. For the past two weeks that Elijah has been doing it, slapping me each day, I feel like I turned into a bomb who could explode anytime by now.

“He's fucking them all; he fucked one of them in my room where we did our honeymoon,” my voice cracked and I wasn't able to stop it. I felt my tears begin to invade the corner of my eyes. I still couldn't look at Lily, not because I'm scared to face her, but because it shames me so much.

“I hear them moaning every night—so loud that I hear it and I couldn't even sleep,” I quickly shed the single tear that escaped my eyes.

“He's cheating in front of you,” she uttered.

I managed to flash a tiny smile and nodded. I hate to admit it, but that is what Elijah is doing.

“Goddamn it,” she mumbled and heaved her heaviest sigh as if she was controlling herself not to explode there.

“I told you a million times that this is a mistake! When will you wake up, Faith? Elijah isn't the old Elijah you fell in love with!”

I sobbed while playing with my nails. I still couldn't eye her. All I could do was cry a river while she was lecturing me.

“Faith, I know you're born to be benevolent. But this ain't you, you're more than this. Don't be a fucking martyr and help yourself out of this,” I immediately shook my head, disagreeing with that idea all over again.

“I can't do that, Lily. I can—”

“Yes, you can! You just won't because you don't want to.” Her words were sharp as blades, but perhaps not too sharp for me.

“Damn it, Faith. How can you just turn a blind eye? How can you still stand to be on the same roof as him? He's treating you like a fucking trash,” now, it was her who washed her hands on her face. I knew that she doesn't know what to do with me anymore.

I won't blame her. I don't know what to do with myself either. I have no idea until when I plan to remain silent and bear all this cruelty.

“Faith,” we both froze when Lucas suddenly appeared there.

It was already too late to shed my tears as he already caught me crying. I glanced at him and saw his dark and cold eyes that can kill anyone right now.

“L-Lucas…what are you doing here?” Still, I tried to fool him by trying to act fine.

“Are you not busy? Don't you have work?” Lily quickly asked, trying to change the subject.

“What's going on? Why are you crying?” Instead, Lucas asked that.

That moment, he filled me with so much fear. I've seen him fuming mad, and I know that he's capable of hurting Elijah. At this point, if he finds out Elijah's doings, he might actually kill him.

“Is it because of your husband?” His voice became sharper.

I gulped while I was lost for words.

“N-No, of course not. It's not like that, Lu—”

“Then who the hell is that guy flirting and kissing a damn woman?”

My lips parted when he pointed them in the restaurant near the place of my shop at the mall. There was Elijah, my husband, with another woman sitting on his lap, kissing him and he was responding freely.

It wasn't new to me. But the fact that Lily and Lucas are right here witnessing it—that is what terrifies and embarrasses me.

“Seriously? I can't believe this,” I heard Lily comment and laugh like she's gone mad.

“You tell me, Faith. Has he been doing this to you, huh? Has he been cheating on you?” I know that Lucas won't let me run away from him as well.

“Lucas, plea—”

“Just tell me the fucking truth!”

I nodded slowly while shivering along with my endless tears betraying me in front of them.

“That bastard,” he mumbled and began to march towards Elijah and the woman.

“Lucas, no! Please!” I was begging him and almost chasing him, stopping him from what he could do.

“Please, Lucas. Listen to me, don't make a scene here. It will ruin our images—”

“Images?” He cackled. “Are you fucking dumb, Faith? You're a clever woman, are you really losing it all because of that fucking bastard?”

“It's not like that—Lucas!” I exclaimed when he didn't listen to me at all.

The next thing I knew, Lucas just grabbed Elijah's collar and gave him a hard punch.

“Lucas, stop! Please stop!”

I was crying a river when I used all my strength to pull Lucas away from Elijah.

“This man is fucking married you fucking slut!” Lily didn't think anymore and slapped the woman.

We are already creating a scene there. There are cameras recording us and I couldn't stop it anymore.

“How dare you do this to her, huh?! I will kill you!”

“Lucas, no! Stop it!” I exclaimed, protecting Elijah from him.

He remained silent but his eyes were fighting Lucas’ sharp eyes at him. The woman he was kissing left and ran away, leaving the four of us there.

Lucas was panting. His hands were crumpled, still calming himself down. And me? I was crying—that is all I can do.

One moment, I heard a loud slap come from Lily's hand that planted on Elijah's face.

“You're an animal, Elijah. I understand that you're in pain and still mourning from Freya's death, but fuck, who is not grieving, huh? How can you treat Faith like this as if she wasn't your friend?” Her voice broke and I realized how miserable and torn we all are.

I have no words to say anymore. I am too feeble to speak and move; I'm so sick of everything. I just want to rest and have peace—something that is impossible to have right now.

“I hope you remember that we were all friends before this happened. Please don't forget how you treated Faith like your real sister and not just the sister of the woman you once loved,” she glanced at me and held my one hand.

I didn't look at Elijah anymore. I glued my eyes on the floor, crying in silence.

“Don’t make yourself regret all of this, Elijah.” I heard Lucas mutter before I found Lily and him dragging me away from there.

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