Divorced my husband, married his uncle

JANE . . . I shifted uncomfortably in the seat, my eyes drooping. Groaning softly, I pressed my knuckles against my eyelids in an attempt to rub away the drowsiness. Picking up my paint brush again, I scribbled on the canvas I was working on. Feeling another wave of sleep gush through me, the faint click of the front door unlocking jolted me awake. My heart raced and a grin crept up my face. 11:34. It was the earliest he had ever arrived. Heart beating with joy, I padded down the hallway, turning the corner, beginning to finally approach the doorway. Not knowing the situation that I was soon to be faced with, I smiled widely and picked up my pace. But to my shock, what I witnessed before me had wiped the smile clean off my face. My husband. My rock. My world. My everything. His hands were wrapped around a woman's waist, their bodies pressed together and lips locked. Her hands were winded in his hair, tugging occasionally. He was groping her bottom, to which she replied by jumping up and snaking her legs around his hips, bringing him close. His hands held the bottom of her thighs as they kissed, never breaking apart. I wasn't sure about how long I stood there just staring as I watched my heart slowly crumble. Late nights. Work. Business meetings. Conferences. It was all a lie. One whole lie. One big fat lie. It was clear that the two had no idea that they had an audience. Unable to watch as his hands crept under her dress. a choked sob escaped my lips. They both stopped, and I watched as Leonard removed his lips from her neck, frowning as he saw me. "Oh... hey," He mumbled, his expression tired and indifferent. Hey? He was saying hey? Hey, after I had just seen my husband kissing another woman? Hey? Who did this man think he was? Fisting my hand, I glared, "Who is she?" He rolled his eyes, sighing and pressed his lips against hers, passionately pulling away a few seconds, he smiled at her. Feeling the remnant of my broken heart squeezing painfully, I closed mu eyes but opened them quickly. The image of the two in each other's arms seemed to be pasted firmly at the front of my eyelids. "Give me a second baby, I'll be right back." He whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. Blinking back my tears, I willed myself to not cry, but my attempt was futile, and a single tear rolled down my cheeks. She nodded, throwing me a smug glance before turning around and walking out the door. He turned towards me, his whole demeanour was now suddenly angry. "Jane, I need a divorce." My breathing hitched, and I couldn't help the stutter in my voice, "W-what?" He sighed, running a hand through his hair as if he was exhausted by my presence. "See, I don't love you. I never did. Never have, never will. In my eyes, you are merely just a desperate woman by my side as some sort of accessory.” “Are you joking?” I asked, struggling back my tears as they hit my lips. “Oh, come on Jane. To me, you’re just… a decoration. A prop that I don’t need anymore. My family is done with you— hell, they’ve already paid off the right people to make you disappear from the records. Sign the papers and get out of my life.” I struggled to understand his words as they felt too hard to understand. “Stop this Leo, stop this if it is a joke!” Tears were spilling down my face at this point, and I couldn’t even control them. “You are just a good for nothing w***e who only knows how to get money from others and spread her legs for every man she sees. In fact, I hate you. You are a slut, a b***h , a piece of f*****g s**t. Just do the both of us a favour and sign the damn papers, then get the hell out of my life." Each word was a blow to the gut. b***h. Slut. A piece of s**t. He didn't love me. He hates me. He despises my presence. "W-why? Am I not good enough?" I choked out, my teary eyes fixed on him as he stuffed his hands into his pocket, putting his weight onto his right foot. He laughed humorlessly, his voice cold, “Good enough? Jane, you’re a nobody. Four years, and my mother still thinks you’re some fling I’ll get tired of. You think you’re part of this family? They’ve been planning my real marriage since before we met. A suitable match, not some starving artist who thinks she’s professional.” I stumbled forward, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle the sob as I stood directly at his face. “We’ve been together four years, Leonard! I’ve poured everything into us, and you’re saying it was all fake?” “Fake?” He stepped closer, his voice dripping with so much scorn. “You were a convenient. A marriage certificate to appease the board of directors, But now? I need a woman who fits my image, someone with a degree, not some dirty orphan with paint under her nails. You’re a liability, Jane. A smudge they’re erasing from my life forever…” Before he could finish his words, I moved further and smashed my lips on his. I know Leo, he has never rejected a kiss and this would probably help him regain his senses. But the next thing he did shocked me. He pushed me… He pushed me so hard that I feel down and hit my back on the ground. “Stupid cunt!” He spat with so much hate in his voice. “ You think using your body to seduce me could work on me? Ah, you cannot even seduce a fly talk less of a real man. You’re pathetic!” Tears burned my cheeks as I struggled to stand, but I forced my eyes to meet his. Those deep brown eyes I’d stared into a hundred times, now filled with so much loathe in them, for me. My fingers fisted the thin nightgown that clung onto my tiny frame, the other hand resting on my gaping mouth. Desperate to keep my tears in and not collapse before him, I clenched my jaws defiantly. “Leo, four years and I’m suddenly not the one for you?” I asked again. This time I couldn’t even stop the tears from dancing freely down my cheeks. He scoffed and laughed, a sound filled with loath. “You think we’ve been together for four years? My family literally doesn’t know you and you think we’re married? My family didn’t even believe I had a wife at home. You know why? Because you’re a nobody!” I sobbed quietly, every nerve in my body was breaking so hard that any moment from now, I’d break down. “L-Leonard stop!” I broke down, every nerve in my body broke down with me. “Ah, you thought you were the trophy wife?” He asked mockingly, moving towards me and with that pathetic look, he spoke again. “Do you want to know the truth Jane?” He asked. “Leo, please stop…” “These years I stayed with you, it was because I had to get a marriage certificate so I can be assigned the position of the HR in the company. And now, I need a real woman by my side to ascend to the next position. A weakling and poor woman like you will never be by my side.” All my dreams, all my hopes, everything just came crashing down. The amount of genuineness in his voice seemed to be like a stab to the stomach, the hilt of the dagger twisting deeper and deeper, intent on leaving its mark. Nights, days, weeks, months, I had spent so much time hoping, wishing that he would finally notice me. But when he did, the truth of his feelings towards me were completely opposite from what I had dreamt of. I feebly nodded my head, my heart reaching out in desperation to find some sort of proof that this wasn't happening. That this wasn't real. I yearned for this to be a nightmare and I was yet to wake up, shivering in fear but still attached to the man who I loved deeply. Raising my head, I allowed myself to gaze Into his deep, brown eyes. The same eyes that I had fallen so hard for. Hate, repulsiveness, Irritation, relief. The emotions swirled in the depths of his eyes, the waves crashing against the sand, his eyes fiery with despice. There was no trace of guilt or regret... Just the rumbling thunder of hate. And, It was aimed at... me. But yet, my heart still believed that he at least felt something for me. Maybe a flicker of hope still remained deep down inside me, but the light from the candle was beginning to die down, the raging winds and darkness around It slowly engulfing the little light. Quivering, my eyes locked with him, my voice quivering as I spoke, "D-Do you regret this Leo? Tell me, do you regret this? Will you regret this?" My voice had begun to rise, and I quickly composed my anger as a few tears leaked down, trailing down my cheeks. It was a question that was keeping the hope within me alive. That small candle... It flickered... for him. The answer to the question will determine the fate of the candle. My heart slammed against my rib cage, and I found myself holding my breath as I awaited his answer. He paused, his expression emotionless. "No." And It was only then that everything hit me with great force.