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CHERRY’S POV My parents dropped me off after Dylan drove off to goddess knows where. I took the chance to freshen up for bed but couldn’t seem to sleep off. Today wasn’t the first time Dylan was harsh towards me and each time I was able to go to bed without any sort of concern. Today however proved different. Even when I shut my eyes, I just couldn’t get myself to fall asleep. I tossed and turned, worry creeping over me. There was something about the way he said that he didn’t love me and wanted a divorce that made me question how depressed he was in our marriage and if he was having an affair. At the thought of him being with another woman, giving her himself he never did with me, my heart dropped first before squeezing itself in my chest. Did he by any chance find his mate? I didn’t want him to find her, it was a selfish thought but I was allowed to be selfish in my mind aren’t I? I also didn’t like the fact that he would have rights to divorce me when he finds her. My phone ringing startled me out of my thoughts and as soon as I saw the caller, my heart thumped in anxiety. When I answered, the man on the other line was not Dylan. He gave me the address to the bar where Dylan was saying he was completely wasted. “Please stay with him; I’ll be there as soon as possible.” I said my voice shaking. Waves and waves of worry washed over me. I rushed to wear my clothes and ran downstairs to hail a taxi. It took me some time but I was able to get one in the dead of the night. When I arrived, I sprinted into the bar and sure enough came across a rather drunk Dylan. When he saw that I had arrived, Dylan started to say things that confirmed my suspicions. He did find his mate and he had been seeing her the whole time we have been married. No wonder my advances towards him were futile. I felt weak and I wanted to break down in tears but I didn’t, I couldn’t afford to. When I was able to, I drove us home with his car. Dylan was a big man and it was a struggle to get his drunk self into the house when he could barely walk yet hated me touching him. We did get to the bedroom though, and I carefully helped him up the bed and took off his jacket. “You will never be her. You will never be enough” he said to me after some time. I stared at him, feeling completely numb of any feeling. I wanted to scream at him but doing that to a drunken person either meant I was drunk or completely mad. There were lines I didn’t want to cross. I walked out of the room without a word, maybe we would talk about him finding his mate and being with her all this while. I went downstairs my chest tightening more that it should. I felt betrayed. If he found his mate, why didn’t he tell me? why did he keep her a secret. Instead he allowed me make a complete fool of myself when he knew that he could never even look at me in that way. Had he told me, then together we would have been able to convince our parents. Feeling my anger boiling over, I stomped to the living and went straight to the mini bar. I pulled one of the bottles of what I assumed was whiskey and opened the cap. As someone who had never had alcohol before, I should have slowed my pace down but instead, I gulped the whole bottle down. The sweetness of the drink got pretty addicting that I couldn’t even stop myself. Or maybe it was just my anger taking full control of my body. By the time I brought the bottle away from my lips, my head started to swim and so did everything else around me. I slumped on the floor, leaning my back against the wooded counter. I couldn’t help the tears that flowed my eyes. What was it I did so wrong to be undeserving of love from both my mate and husband? Was there something wrong with me? Was I not pretty enough for anyone to ever want me? “He’s not even touched me for the tree years we have been married.” I slurred, swaying my body from side to side. “Why won’t he ever look at me like that or even touch me?” “Because you don’t deserve to be loved…” I heard someone say snapping me awake from the sleepy state that was about to drift me away. “What? Who said that?” I asked squinting my eyes but my vision didn’t clear out. I gasped when I felt water splash on my face, drenching me from head to toe. That seemed to have sobered me up and it did a good job angering me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I exclaimed looking at Dylan who stood with a bowl in his hand. “What is wrong with me is you. How you crawled your way into my life like the menace you and made my parents choose you for me. I hate you, I fucking hate you I cannot say or stress it enough.” His face was so close to mine and I couldn’t breathe. He hated me but he was staring at me with soft eyes, the same way he must have stared at his mate. A ball formed in my chest and I pushed myself to stand sure that I was now fine but I was wrong. The alcohol was very much still in my system and from the looks of it, I wasn’t the only one. “You cheated on me with her.” I accused pointing a finger at him whilst using my free hand to hold on to the counter for support. “All this time you watched me play wife, trying to win your heart but you’ve been sleeping with her?” “She’s my mate!” he roared. His hands cupped my face and at first I thought that he was about to strangle me to death but instead I felt his cold lips on mine. Push him away Push him off Don’t let him see you weak My mind screamed at me to push him away but my body had a brain of its own. My lips instantly started to move with him, surprise washing over me. He’s kissing me. Dylan has his lips on mine.
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