All Chapters of Broken Promises: Letters From An Ex-Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Stacy sat on a metal chair near the reception area. Her brown eyes were a bit red from all the crying she had done in the past few days. She had always taken pride in the fact that she never made wrong decisions in her life but now she could no longer claim that. She was wearing a fitted white skirt suit and her blonde hair was in a neat bun. She should have felt confident but as she sat there waiting for Jonathan to come she couldn’t help but feel nervous.She had joined Jonathan’s company only with one goal in her mind which was to create a place for herself; she didn’t have the intention of falling for Jonathan. But the more she saw him interacting with his employees, the more she began to like him. He genuinely cared for her welfare and at that time she didn’t realize that what she had was mere infatuation. Things accelerated quickly after their drunken kiss, she fell for him even more never realizing that he would never love her back. It didn&rsqu

Jonathan had been right when he assumed that he wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he wanted to. The bed in his room was way more comfortable than the dingy hospital chair but still, he felt edgy while sleeping on it. It felt too wide and too empty without Liza beside him. He sighed and sat up, his back hitting the pillows arranged behind him. He glanced at the box of letters warily. He knew that once he started reading them, there will be no going back. It was true that he had read many of the letters before, but at that time he was trying to know how Liza felt but now reading those letters were a form of penance for him. A way to punish himself for hurting Liza. He picked up a random letter gingerly and opened it. Just by looking at the handwriting, he knew that it was from one of those times when Liza was really happy, from the time when he hadn’t messed up his life. There was a sway in her writing, he remembered how Liza’s handwriting changed with her moods. Whe

‘16th November 2015To JonathanYou are killing me, Jonathan. I can’t bear it any longer; I am at my breaking point. What have I done to deserve this? I have tried everything, done everything to bring you back to me but you distance yourself more with every effort I make. You rarely smile at me now, hell I rarely see you now. Either you are at the office or you are away on your ‘business trip’ and it kills me to know that every second that you are away from me you are getting closer to her.My nightmares have gotten worse now since you are never there to fend them away from me. I wake up to an empty bed and an empty house every day. I don’t even find any sign to know that whether you came back to home last night or not. I miss you, Jonathan. Where did that old Jonathan go? The one who used to love me endlessly, the one who used to hold me while I slept, or the one who kissed me awake. It’s been so long since I have slept in yo

“You said yes!!!” Alice shriek as she helped Liza put on her shirt. “How can you go back to that house Liza? How can you go back there after what he did to you?”. “I didn’t have an option Alice. You are going to Paris for your conference soon and I am not allowed to live on my own for another three weeks “Liza replied. “I would have stayed with you Liza, I would have missed that damn conference,” Alice said.“I know Alice but I can’t ask you to do that. I know how important this conference is for you and how excited you were about going to Paris”. Liza replied“It’s not more important than you. My brother has already ruined your life. If we hadn’t become roommates, there was a chance that you wouldn’t have met him. It’s partly my fault too Liza” Alice said as tears filled her eyes. Alice had never felt ashamed of being Jonathan’s sister even for a moment bu

Jonathan knocked on Liza’s door, on receiving no answer he cracked the door open only to find her sleeping. He entered the room, closing the door gently behind him, and sat beside her. Liza’s hair was splayed over the pillow and her eyes were fluttering behind her closed eyelids, a small smile graced her lips and he wondered what she was dreaming about,’ certainly not about you’ his inner self poke. Suddenly her smile disappeared and her breathing became labored and within seconds she began screaming and thrashing. Jonathan shook her “Liza, it's fine. It’s alright baby. It is just a nightmare. You are alright Liza. I am here, I am always with you baby.” He soothed her. After a few minutes of soothing Liza’s nightmare had died down and she was once again asleep peaceful. Jonathan had forgotten how horrible Liza’s nightmares had been. He regretted letting her spend so many nights alone, letting her battle with these nightmares alon