Chapter 3- Why me?
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“There has to be more behind this,” I whispered to myself, my thoughts spinning. “Did someone force him or is there something he’s hiding?”
I quickly shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away before they took over. I couldn’t understand it. Zeus had already hurt me so much tonight, more times than I could even count, yet somehow, I was still worried about him.
“Excuse me…”
A voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I looked up and saw a young woman walking toward me. She was wearing a bright yellow blouse with long sleeves and a red skirt that stopped just above her knees. A small bag hung over her shoulder.
There was something about her face and it felt familiar, like I had seen her somewhere before, but I couldn’t place it.
" You?” I finished, my voice tight with disbelief.
Before I could say anything else, she suddenly lifted her phone and thrust it right in front of my face.
“Take a good look,” she said, her tone cold and cutting.
My eyes locked onto the screen and everything inside me shattered.
Photos. One after another.
Her photo and Zeus together with a huge smile.
In one picture, he had his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close like she belonged there. In another, they were laughing together, his face lit up in a way I hadn’t seen in months. Then came the ones I couldn’t unsee, him kissing her, feeding her, holding her hand like she was something fragile and precious.
There were even clips of him singing with her, their fingers intertwined, their smiles effortless and so natural.
Like I had never existed.
My breathing turned uneven.
“This is fake…” I murmured, but the words felt empty even to me.
She let out a soft scoff. “You really want to lie to yourself that badly?”
My hands trembled at my sides. “What is this? What are you trying to do?” I demanded, my voice cracking. “Why are you showing me this?”
Her eyes darkened, her lips curling slightly. “Because you deserve to know what kind of man you’re holding onto.”
I shook my head, backing away a step. “No,no, there has to be something else. He wouldn’t-”
“He already did,” she cut in sharply. “Over and over again.”
Silence swallowed me whole.
I forced myself to meet her gaze. “Then say it properly,” I whispered. “Stop playing games. Who are you?”
She straightened, her expression turning firm—almost proud.
“You want the truth?” she said. “Fine.”
She stepped closer, her voice dropping into something heavier.
“I’m the woman he chooses when he gets tired of you.”
The words hit like a knife.
“I’m the one he runs to when he needs peace,” she continued mercilessly. “The one who doesn’t nag him, doesn’t bore him, doesn’t make him feel trapped.”
“Stop talking,” I snapped, but my voice broke halfway through.
“He told me everything,” she went on, ignoring me. “How suffocating you are. How he stays with you out of obligation, not love.”
My chest tightened painfully.
“He doesn’t look at you the way he looks at me,” she added, quieter now but somehow worse. “You’re just… someone he got used to.”
Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked hoarsely.
For a moment, her expression cracked, desperation slipping through.
“Because I’m done waiting,” she said. “Done being the secret. Done being second.”
Then suddenly, she grabbed my hands, her grip tight, almost shaking.
“Just leave him,” she pleaded, her voice trembling now. “Walk away and let him go.”
Her eyes searched mine, raw and desperate.
“Because no matter how hard you hold on…” she whispered, “he’s already mine.”
“Are you talking to me?” I asked, confused.
She stopped in front of me and gave me a sharp look. “Obviously. There’s no one else here, is there?”
Her tone was rude and direct, something I didn’t have the patience for, not when everything in my life was already falling apart.
I crossed my arms, my guard instantly up. “Alright then,” I said coldly. “Who are you, and what do you want?”
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