Not A Second Chance

Rosé's POV My mouth was gagged, my hands, tied behind my back. My legs were chained to the chair behind me. Never in my life have I ever imagined that, I, Rosé Beaumont would be in this situation. The man responsible for this came into the room where I was being kept, he looked me dead in the eyes and said. "I will give you two minutes to spill everything. And please, don't lie" I swallowed hard, heck, tell him what? I didn't even know what I was supposed to have done, the words crowding my throat were nothing but pleas to spare my life. I do not know what happened or why I am here, but he doesn't look like he would appreciate those words. "Sir, with all due respect I just relocated to this city, I_" he cut me short. "Ten seconds left and all you did was waste air" I looked at him, teary, but I didn't cry. "I can't even hurt a fly" He cast a chilling gaze at me, I could only swallow my words back. "There are snacks behind you and a console at arm's reach, you can get yourself busy while I am gone" he said and left. I sniffed, but I did not cry, I won't cry. I said to myself as hot salty water streamed down my cheeks. Who am I kidding? Who asked me to leave my home? What the hell was i trying to prove by coming here alone??! To hell with him, and his stupidly hot, beautiful face, arrrrghh!!! How did all of this start you say? It all started four years ago... I sat in the living room, and stared at Thomas and Lisa as they kissed each other. In front of me, in my own home, with no ounce of shame, and regard for my presence The disrespect! My heart bled, it felt like I was being stabbed in the heart over and over again. What happened to those vows I and Thomas said on our wedding day? Together forever with no one in between. I remembered all the promises, word by word, everything Thomas said to me. "I will never leave your side Rosé, no matter what, even when we are ghosts let us live together.." THREE YEARS EARLIER IN PUERTO RICO. Thomas and I got married to each other, a year later, it was my birthday, and we went shopping. Although i was the one doing most of the shopping, he was barely focused. Thomas was on a phone call, his voice was low and sweet, I assumed it was his mom; Because Thomas only used that tone for his mom and me. After we were done shopping, we went back to the hotel we booked for my birthday. I told him i wanted a private birthday party, where we would do all fun things, lay on the floor facing each other, whispering sweet nothings and watching our favourite movie. Two people in love, in our own world, without our titles. Just Rosé and Thomas. When we got to the hotel, the attendant asked me to go to the hotel banquet hall, I looked at her in surprise. "Hall? But I didn't-" The attendant smiled and said to me "it says here, Hall reserved for Rosé Beaumont" I raised my brows "ohw...okay..." I let out a nervous chuckle, unsure, I looked at Thomas. Thomas gave an upside down grin and shrugged. "Let us see what it is" he suggested. I nodded "okay". On opening the door, it was dark, then the lights went on and everyone shouted "SURPRISE", I was stunned, then I laughed and hugged Thomas. "Ohh my God, oh my...Thomas" Thomas laughed . I thanked everyone for coming, such a grand birthday party for me,I felt like the luckiest woman on earth. I was not even prepared, I did not wear a formal dress. I pouted and turned to whine at Thomas. " Look, how can the celebrant look so odd. You should have tipped me off" Thomas chuckled. "Then it won't remain a surprise". I made a toast to everyone, flashing my thirty two teeth at them, my lips strained in a wide grin. I raised the glass to my lips, the wine barely touched my lips when I gasped in shock. Thomas and a curly haired lady, french kissing, no one said anything, everyone acted... normal. It was as if what was happening was a natural thing, like they all knew and the only oblivious person there was...Me. The wine glass in my hand, slipped and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, everyone turned to look at me,my eyes awaiting the drama. My legs felt heavy but I pushed myself to walk towards them. My body was vibrating with barely suppressed anger, I stopped in front of them, slapped Thomas, and tried to push the woman away from Thomas; but the woman was stronger, she shoved me, I slipped against the marble floor and fell butt flat, causing a sprain in my ankle... Silence__ The silence broke with the surrounding cackling and murmuring. I looked around me, why was no one saying anything but everyone watched, some with amusement, some with spite. I was on the floor, Thomas looked like a stranger while still holding that woman. A stuffy feeling arose in my chest, it was as if this whole thing was planned, as if the world turned against me. I took a closer look at everybody, nobody present here was my friend or colleague, the people here were all associated with Thomas. I could only give death glares to both Thomas and Lisa. I stood up and limped out of the hall, hoping for an explanation from Thomas.. Thomas never gave me the explanation I deserved, I tried speaking to him but he shut me out. One year later We were living like housemates. Right under my nose he brought his mistress, Lisa and their twins to live with us. They already have children? This was already far too out of control. And Thomas? His excuse for what he did was that I was barren and Lisa gave him twins, the children he always wanted. I could not believe my ears, I laughed in disbelief, and scratched my head, thinking maybe I was crazy or I am heard wrongly. Thomas never spoke to me about wanting kids. He always said something about not wanting me to overwhelm my weak body, so we should not stress about having kids for now. Isabella Dwayne, Thomas's mother and my mother in law was in support of Thomas's doings, she never liked me to begin with. I felt dejected, I had no one to talk to, not even my parents because I lost them in a plane crash. I was raised by my lovely aunt and her husband. I did not want my aunt to know of my predicament, and so i decided to shoulder it alone.. Thomas, truly is a very handsome man, brown hair, Jade like skin, thin lips, six foot two inches tall, his eyes are deep blue-black like the depth of ocean, where the lights can not penetrate. Thomas was my everything, I can't leave him, in his dreams if he thinks I was ready to give up, Thomas is my life. "I can't leave him" i whispered softly, I clung unto the sweet memories of everything we shared together. Isabella Dwayne persuaded her son "Thomas that woman has to go, file for a divorce" "I have done that mom, but that woman refused to sign the papers" he replied in an annoyed tone.