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C2 Flashback

I darted my attention on the ceiling of my own room while lying on my bed. I just woke up but I can already feel the coldness of my surroundings. It is just so frustrating and makes me feel so sick.

Why did I even end up in this situation? Is it really my fault that I become selfish just for once in my lifetime?

I just shake my head when I think again of the past. If I didn't demand from the things I want back then, won't my life end up a mess like this?

"Ciara!" I was instantly able to bounce back from bed when I heard my husband's loud exclamation from the first floor of our house. I hurried out of my room and ran down the stairs. As I finally got down, I saw him dressed and seemed ready to go somewhere, his eyebrows were knitted which made him look so grumpy.

Where will he go again this time? Didn't he just leave yesterday? He's leaving so often, and I don't know where he goes. But still, I have a right to know, right? I'm still his wife. I have a right to know everything he will plan to do.

"You're leaving again? Where will you go this time?" I dare to ask him, though it's pretty obvious in my voice that I'm too nervous to speak to him, but still I managed to hide it from him. I don't know, but, every time I need to face and talk to him, I never lose the fear that was engulfing my whole system, it's always like this. My knees keep trembling every time he gives me a veiled look. But I couldn't do anything about how I felt towards him, because the feeling of wanting to see him and to be with him were prevailing, even if he didn't feel the same way.

I waited for him to speak, but I didn't get a reply from him. Instead, he just removed the glasses he was wearing and gently rolled rubbed the bridge of his nose as if he were tired of answering my stupid questions.

"W-why did you call me—" I haven't even finished what I got to say when his palm hit my cheeks. My lips were loosened because of shock and disbelief. I didn't expect that and didn't see it coming. My eyes were pinned on the sofa near me as I fought my back tears. I could even barely open my mouth when I felt the heat and dampness of the tears that were filling the sides of my eyes. It hurts. It's so sick. I shut my eyes and inhaled some air just to ease the pain and stop the tears booming in my eyes.

It was just a slap, Cia. Don't cry.

I don't want to cry anymore. Please, Ciara. The tears were enough for you to get hurt. Aren't you tired?

Again, I unleashed a heavy sigh before turning my gaze upon him again and meeting his wicked, dark eyes that seemed to be furious. I gulped.

"Really, what is the use of you being alive?" I averted my gaze as I heard him utter those words that made my heart clench.

"You didn't even bother cleaning up this freaking mess?" He pointed out the trash that was cluttering around.

But he's the one who made it.

"What's your plan in life besides sleeping all day inside your fucking room? For Pete's sake, it's already afternoon, yet you haven't cooked any food, Ciara! Are you really just going to lie down there and have fun?!" He exclaimed that making my head down.

'How could I even do the things I have to do if you keep locking me in the abandoned room and you're just going to let me out only if you want.' I wanted to open my mouth to speak for myself, but silence prevailed on me because he has a point. I have to get up early to cook for him because the wives really do that.

"I-im sorry—"

"Get lost!" My lips loosened up when he pushed me away, which caused me to fall on the floor, but instead of paying attention and enduring the pain, I just quickly got up to follow him as he was about to leave the house.

"Tyron..." I stopped running and gulped when he glared at me.

"Can you wait? Just give me a second, I'll make lunch for you." I tried to stop him from leaving, but I was also immediately stopped when he uttered something that made my heart clench.

"There's no need. Waiting for you is such a waste of time." He mumbled. I can feel my body shaking.

"W-wait. Can you at least tell me where you were going? What time will you be back? I'm going to prepare food for you." I tried to clear my voice when I asked him again, but because of his dark aura, the nervousness in my chest only increased, causing me to stutter.

I smiled bitterly because of the fact that he was just forced to marry me. To this day he still can't love me.

"You don't have to wait for me because I'll be seeing my wife. Do whatever you want. Just don't you fucking dare leave my house and try to outrun me." It was a cold response from him before he was completely out of sight. But I got stuck where I was standing when he said something that made me frozen and kept on echoing inside my head.

I'm used to how he always threatened me, but... he has a wife? Beside me?

The fact that he only had forcibly married me made me smile bitterly. He still cannot love me until now. He never once made me feel that I was his wife. What should I even expect?

2 years ago...

MEMORY

"Can you fucking leave and get out of my sight?!" His very loud voice echoed in the four corners of our house, causing me to shut my eyes tightly. It's been a month since we got married and moved into the same house, we got along well at first, but since he started drowning himself in alcohol, his treatment of me has changed, but I try to understand and I just accept all the painful words he's throwing at me, knowing he was just drunk.

"Ty, you're drunk. Give me that glass, please. I'll take you to your room, too," I tried on reaching out for a glass he was holding with wine still in his hand.

"Didn't I tell you to leave?! Can't you fucking get that? Is it that hard to understand? I said. Leave."

"You're drunk, Tyron. Please, listen to me at least once. You're not the only one who's having a hard time here," I pleaded. I've stopped him earlier, but he doesn't want to listen.

"Then go," I was momentarily taken aback by what he said.

"What are you saying?" He scoffed as he averted his gaze on me. My vision was starting to get blurry, but it remained pinned on him.

"Why did you even need to come into my life?" My heart seemed to pound as his sharp eye turned toward me.

"Are you that dumb for you not to be aware of it?" He clicked his tongue inside his mouth.

"I still wonder why you agreed to this fucking arranged marriage, though it's obvious to you that I don't like you and I want to marry someone else," my lips parted.

"Are you that desperate?" That question devastated my heart. I could feel the corner of my eye getting wet from the pain I was feeling.

Desperate? Is that how he looked at me?

"Well, congrats. You completely ruined my fucking life."

"What are you saying? You're drunk," my lips quivered, forcing the conversation to change.

"And now you're acting as if you're the one who's innocent here, huh? Did you even know that you ruined my life? You didn't fucking know how much I'm damn wasted right now because I lost the only person I loved just because of this freaking nonsense marriage!"

My eyes were spared when I felt tears running down my cheeks. I knew that I was the only one who wanted it, but he didn't have to make me feel that it was my fault.

"It's not my fault," I said softly. I barely jumped in when I heard him chuckling after he stood up from sitting on the sofa.

"Really?" He asked sarcastically.

"I begged you, Ciara. I begged you not only twice, but fucking a lot of times! I beg you to help me not to continue this marriage because you know, you know at the time that I was about to propose to someone I love. But what did you do? You were the one who forced your parents to continue the wedding, even though it's obvious that I already have a plan and I don't want to stick with you! You're so selfish, do you even know that? Do you know how evil you are? You ruined my life."

My heart was even more broken by the last thing he said. And I know that's true. I became selfish at that time because I wanted to be with you even though I knew you loved someone else, but is it that bad to hope that there's still a chance for you to love me? I know I'm wrong, but that's the only way I had, so even though I know you don't want to, I still insisted because of my own will, even though I knew that the decision I was making would only damage your life.

"I'm sorry."

I had so much in mind to say, but that's the only word that came out of my mouth.

"Your sorry won't change the story, you still marry me as a reason to lose the person I love." I felt his footsteps approaching me, but I kept my own head bowed and my eyes fixed on the floor.

"It's your fault, so don't expect me to love you back, because no matter what you do, you're still the reason why I lost everything." He left me dumbfounded.

End of Flashback

Tyron's pov

When I see my girl running towards me, a genuine smile is plastered on my face. She's here.

"Honey!" She cried as she wrapped her arms around me tightly, as though she hadn't seen me for a long time.

"You're here." I hugged her back and let her feel the warmth of my hug.

"You miss me?"

"You don't know how much I'm missing you, hon. I've been thinking about you lately, I thought you wouldn't show up again." I gently laughed.

"Come on, I've only been gone for a week," I joked, making her even more frustrated.

"I hate you!"

"Kidding, don't be sad anymore. Look, I have something for you." I took the small box out of my pocket and opened it in front of her. A smile gently drew on my face, when her small smile flashed on her lips again.

"Hony .." She almost cried when I took the pendant necklace out of the tiny box and put it unto her.

"Do you like it?" I asked, but I didn't receive an answer from her. She was speechless and unable to remove a sight at the necklace I put on her. I couldn't help but to smile, knowing that she liked what I gave to her.

"Hon, this is too much.." He hugged me and looked up at me in a rush.

"I love it, I love you." I cupped her face and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"But I don't have a gift for you."

"It's okay, your presence is enough as a gift."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"God, I don't deserve you. I love you," she cried.

"Of course, you do. Who said you don't deserve me?"

"Me, I just said it. Are you deaf?" I chuckled softly before booping her nose as she scrunched it.

"But why did you come home so long, sometimes it doesn't take you much longer than a week to visit me? Is something happening?" She asked while still hugging me. I was silent for a moment, which caused her to let go of her embrace with me.

"Tyron?"

"Yeah .. about that. I'm sorry, I just can't find the right time when I should act. She seems to be suspicious because I'm always leaving."

"Who?"

"My maid." I laughed as I responded, but I was immediately taken aback when she glared at me.

"What?" I innocently asked.

"You're referring to Cia, right?" I pressed my lips together when she stated the name of the woman who I despise the most. For a brief moment, I was speechless before finally opening my mouth and uttering my answer.

"Yes... I guess," I responded, slowly and almost whispering.

"Hon."

"You're still doing it?" She asked with a frown on her face, but I didn't say a word and just averted my eyes.

"Tyron," when she finally called my name I turned my gaze back to her. I sighed as our gazes met, I could see the agony in her eyes. Why does she have to be concerned with that woman? After all, she must be angry too, because that woman was the reason we had to separate then.

"Hon, you know my reason, don't you?" I knew she was aware of what I was doing to Ciara, of how I am treating and hurting her physically and mentally, and I know she hates it when I do it. She always argued with me that even though we had an issue with Ciara, she still reminded me that Ciara was still a woman who needed to be treated right and get valued. But I never listened to her, I did what I wanted to do.

"I know you're very mad at her, but that's not reason enough for you to hurt her physically, hon." Her eyebrows met as she let out a deep sigh while uttering those words; she couldn't help but hold her senses.

"Do you know that I'm starting to feel guilty for what we're doing right now?" She took her words seriously.

"Hon .."

"We're being too much, but I can't do anything because I love you and I don't want to lose you to me again. But look, I also don't want to hurt others. I feel sorry for Cia's situation. What if she finds out that the two of us were still in a relationship?" I bit my lower lip.

"She already knows about us," I sighed, averting my gaze as I finally said it. I've been looking for time to tell her the truth. When she heard what I said, she was silent for a moment. Her brows furrowed even more and scoffed because of disbelief.

"What do you mean she knows? Don't tell me, you told her?" She came up with those questions.

I Sighed, "I can't help it, that's why I told her the truth."

"You did?!"

"Yes, earlier. Before I leave the house—"

"What? Are you really crazy? What on earth goes to your mind to do such things? Do you act without even thinking about how she will feel? Gosh, you're being impulsive, Tyron!"

"Calm down."

"No!" I sighed and looked directly into her eyes, "look, I did that because I hate seeing her around. I'm sick of seeing her hoping and expecting something from me. I'm hurting her to stop thinking that there is still hope for us to get along."

"Gosh, are you even real? It's not her fault, it's yours. Tyron, you've given her a reason to expect something from you."

"I know, but let's just not talk about it. I mean, we can talk about it... But please, not now. I don't want us to fight, now that I'm with you, can we just set it aside first? I want to spend my time with you."

"Tss."

"Hon," I called her in a tender tone, knowing she was sullen about what I had done. I pulled her close to mine and hugged her when she tried to turn her back on me.

"I'm sorry, I know what I did was sudden but I can't stand it anymore, I want her to know I can't love her back." I heard her sigh, "nothing will happen if I'll still get mad at you, right? She already knows, what else can I do?" She really seemed to be sulking.

"Hony, don't sulk," since she was attempting to flee, I tried to tighten my embrace around her.

"Okay, fine! Just release me because I can't breathe!" She sighed and glared at me.

"Are we good now?" I asked her with a smile on my face, but she was still glaring at me.

"Hon .."

"What ?!"

"Are you mad?"

"Who wouldn't be angry?!"

"I'm sorry."

"Psh!"

"Hon, don't be angry. Can't you see, my heart is aching already." I asked, pouting after I put her palm to my chest where my heart was positioned.

"There! You only think of your own, and not anybody else! How about your wife? Didn't you even think at least once about her situation?"

"She's not my wife," I replied, frowning, causing her to pin her eyes on me.

"You want me to dump you?"

"What... I was just joking around here."

"I'll forgive you just for today, but promise me you won't hurt Cia anymore, got it?!"

"But-"

"No buts!"

"Hon .."

"Are you gay?"

"W-what?"

"Are you gay?!"

"No, what the hell?"

"Then why do you keep hurting Cia?"

"Because I hate her, isn't it obvious?" I frowned, but she just rolled her eyes at me.

"I love you," I whisper softly.

"..."

"Hon, I said... I love you."

"Ok."

"Ok??" My eyes furrowed as I asked, but she just ignored me.

"When I say I love you .. you should kiss my lips too." Her eyes widened as I whispered those in her ears.

"What? Do you want to taste a hard punch?" Her voice was cracking and it made me laugh.

"But before you do that, you should say, I love you, master."

"Do you really want me to kill you?"

"Go on." I challenged her as she stepped closer to her, and she, in turn, backed away while her eyebrows were almost hitting each other. Looking so nervous.

"What's with you?

"Punch me and I'll kiss you," I whisper.

"Ha! Are you out of your mind? You're crazy, Tyron. Stop it."

"Yes. You're driving me crazy, Hannah." I utter and pulled her waist close to mine.

"Hey!"

"Yes, hon?" As I grabbed her waist tighter to me, she was shocked while swallowing.

"W-what! Let go of me, will you?!" She scolded and forced me to leave my captivity.

"Hahahahaha." She frowned at me with an evil look when he heard my laugh.

"What ?!" She exclaimed.

"You're blushing, hon." Laughing at my teasing made her think even worse.

"Shut up, Tyron Collins."

"Come here," I laughed as I pulled her again.

"No!"

"Hon."

"I said stop."

"Wife."

"What?!" I laughed completely at the way she looked when she turned on her cherry cheeks again.

"Come here, wife." Laughter suppressed the size of her eyes when I again locked her from my arms.

"What the heck, Tyron! Let me go!"

"What if I don't want to?" I whispered to her, causing her to swallow again.

Hahahaha. She's blushing again, Ty.

"Ah!" I moaned when I felt her hit my chest. When she was startled, I immediately touched my chest and pretended to be hurt by her punch.

"I'm sorry, it was your fault. I told you to stop joking around!"

"Ah love you." I winked at her and that made her lips loosen.

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