Tangled Hearts

I held fast to the knife, I wish I could just slit his throat already. My world shattered before my very own eyes, in the slow motion of the ballet, my family happily watching. My black dress held fast to my troubled chest as I watched my husband, Cassian dancing with another woman on stage. Funny enough, my f*****g parents and his are just smiling at the art. It's not just any other woman, it's my own sister, Lena. Damn it. f**k!!! He married me because of the heart transplant I had two years ago. He thought she gave me her heart. I can't hold back the tears, watching both of them move in perfect symphony on my third wedding anniversary, they don't even notice, they don't care. I know it, he once loved her, but after the transplant, we all thought she died, but she didn't, she had her own games. It was never her heart, it was someone else's. Everyone cheered at the most famous ballet dancer dancing on stage with a beautiful soul, my sister, the richest model in the city and forgot that his own wife, was sitting right here. I didn't want to cause any drama because our marriage was based on rules. I never interfere in what he was doing or else, he'll divorce me and the bond between my parents company and his would be over. Just look at the way they're all laughing. On our last anniversary, he mocked me for being unable to give an heir to his company and they all laughed, just the same way they're doing today. I clutched hard on the knife and pressed it to the meat, forcing it hard as if I was cutting his throat. “You’re unusually quiet tonight, Sarai.” That voice, it was Donald, his father. Now tell me what he wants me to say to him. “Trying to enjoy the show.” I forced a smile and drew the knife more on the plate, my hand trembling. “Look at Lena’s legs,so graceful.” Mom smiled. “Cassian really comes alive when he’s dancing with her, doesn’t he?” Just look at what my own mother can say to this. Of course. Come alive right, I guess I'm the grave. I patiently waited, never wanting to interfere and when the dance was over, he didn't even come to me. Instead, he walked away with her. I wouldn't let this shame continue, never! “Cassian!” I chased him down and fell after I hit one of the waiters. Oh God, my belly! He turned back and saw me, he didn't even stop, he just continued. What?! “Cassian!” I got back and charged at him, not minding the drama I was stirring in the room. “Cassian! Wait!” I held him back but he threw me to the ground. The murmurs, the whispers, those shocked eyes, it sent my soul to hell. I wish I was dead already. “Don't you ever touch me again.” He warned. “Cassian… please, people are watching.” “Good, let them watch.” What?! “Please, I don't deserve this. Not on our anniversary.” The shame from their eyes, it made tears endlessly flow. “Get up.” He smiled. “Don't embarrass yourself more than you already have.” He paused for a second, allowing his sick words get to my heart and then, he leaned in closer. “I thought you had her heart. I married you for that. But I was wrong. I’ve found her. I want a divorce…” ************************ Cassian I remember those nights, the pain, the torment. The moment she died, my business suffered a lot. All those deals she brought me, dancing at her modeling shows, damn, her beauty, it was top notch, I missed her, all my life. Lena was always a good soul, even on her dying bed, she made a perfect request. That her heart be given to her sister, Sarai, the soft spoken artist suffering from heart disease. I hated cancer the day she died, but I couldn't help but be drawn to Sarai who was just recovering. She had that same familiar, haunting and beautiful heartbeat and I loved her for it. She's beautiful too, I hate to admit it, but I can't help it now. Lena's back, breathing, alive. She's staring at me, an angel. There's nothing like truth anymore, all I want is her, my long lost rib. But when she touched me, when I looked into her eyes on the ground, I felt something off. It was not the familiar touch of the b***h that couldn't get pregnant, it felt real, I mean burning passion, real… I know I want Lena, but when she touched me, when Sarai touched me, it almost shattered me, I had to control myself. ************************** Sarai I wouldn't let it slide. I never gave up. I chased after him to their hotel. “Faster!” My driver sped like a mafia thug chasing an enemy and we arrived in no time. I dashed into the hotel like Cinderella covered in blood and headed start to their room. “Hey! Ma'am! Wait!” I ignored the receptionist and headed straight to where I knew they were; room 101. Thankfully, the door was unlocked, and I entered without knocking. They were already covered in sheets, f**k! “What are you doing here?” He queried, his eyes burning with fury. “Please, why?! Why did you do this to me?! Why today?! Why on our anniversary?! Just why?!” Tears rolled down my cheek and burned my skin. The waiters came running too, they must have come to drag me out, but he said they should leave me. I really don't understand this man, I wonder if he still loves me? I know he does, he's just hiding it, it's glaring in those eyes of his. “Why don't you stay and enjoy the show Sarai?” Lena taunted. Her lips flushed in mischief. Oh f**k no! “Yeah. That would be nice.” He smirked. Cassian felt it was a wonderful idea and they threw away the sheets and f****d right in my face. If there's one thing he doesn't know, it's the fact that I'm not leaving here, no matter what he does. He must notice me, he must love me. The pain twisted to fury. I don't know what to do now because watching her moan for him, watching him push harder only breaks my heart the more. Maybe, he's forgotten what he's missing, I need to remind him. The thud of my bag to the ground made him turn back to me. He saw the gorgeous angel he loves, my complete beauty staring in his face, bare. The heat in my chest surged as I stood before him, my body aching with every unspoken words. Those pointy breasts, the sweet n*****s, the wet p***y, my beautiful Pandora, all for him. His stare was magnetic, he couldn't refuse it. My body ached badly, but I don't mind. I want him to f**k me. He stood like a predator chasing his prey, the tension high in the room, he knew exactly what he wanted; me. She tried to hold him back but he shrugged. He moved closer and I closed my eyes, I love the heat of his body, it turned me on. He came straight to my neck, a targeted kiss that threw me off balance. I moaned softly, but his next actions… it was so unbelievable. I decided to ask him why he did what he did, he's seen something better than that trash, the one that tried to steal my man. “You touched her like I was disposable, why?” I asked, voice breaking. “Did you miss me?” He looked into my eyes and spoke the raw truth, the one I wanted to hear badly, the confirmation I always wanted. “No.” My eyes shone in shame as Lena giggled softly. “You were never… enough,” he lies. That's never the truth, it's glaring in his face. “Cassian… don’t do this. I came here because I love you.” I tried to touch him, but he threw my hand away. He looked into my eyes, fear enveloped me. “No… you came here because you can’t stand that I don’t.” Please, don't do this to me. “You said this heartbeat was yours…” He leaned in closer and looked into my eyes, then sent a whisper to my ears. “I was wrong. I never wanted a broken thing.” “Get out…” Like, he didn't even allow me wear my clothes before disposing me. If only I knew, I wouldn't have come here. Why didn't I just stay back at home. Oh f**k! “f**k you! Cassian!!” I left that night, taking back home with even more pain than I had brought with me. You’ll miss me. Even if it’s just my heartbeat…