The Ex-Wife's Comeback!

CARA “You monster!” I yelled, running to him and grabbing his shirt. I expected him to apologize, to feel guilty or ashamed for what he had done, but no—Jayden was different. He was shocked I had caught him in the act, but after a moment, he smirked and pushed me away. “I’m glad you now know your place, Cara. I was actually feeling sorry for you. I know your life is meaningless without me. Now that you’ve found out about this, there’s nothing to hide,” he said without a hint of remorse, as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I staggered backward, my knees growing weak until I collapsed to the floor. “Why? I did everything you wanted!” I yelled, but he burst out laughing loudly. “Because you’re a psychopath who loves too easily,” he said, while the woman beside him caressed his chest romantically. I couldn’t take it anymore. I refused to be insulted this way by Jayden. My only crime was loving him too much. “Why would you do this to me?” I asked, hoping he’d at least give me a valid explanation, if I had ever wronged him, or hurt him in any way. “I will leave, I’ll walk away and you’d never see me again,” I whispered slowly, a hint of hope in my voice. Jayden sneered at me, his voice dripping with disdain. "You can’t, Cara, and that’s because you’re cheap, and you'll end up forgiving me because you can't bear to leave me or our marriage. You're too weak to walk away!” Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I had a storm of pain, rage, humiliation. I had given so much of myself to this marriage, and now he dared to belittle me like this. I slowly stood up, and I sighed. "You think I'm weak? You think I'll always forgive you, no matter how much you hurt me? Well, you're wrong, Jayden. I'll make you pay for every single tear, every insult, and every betrayal." “Read my lips, Jayden. You’ll be on your knees, crawling for me to take you back!” I declared, beating my chest. Jayden only hissed, climbing back onto the bed with his lover, while I quickly ran out of the apartment, crying my eyes out. I had been betrayed by the one I loved dearly. How could I ever love again? Tears streamed down my face as I walked down the street, my heart heavy with sadness. I felt lost and alone, unsure of how to make things right again. I kept walking, my feet moving forward on their own accord. My mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. At that moment, I felt utterly abandoned. I was only nineteen years old when I ran away from home to be with him. I had stolen two million dollars from my parents, who disapproved of our marriage, and when my father called, he disowned me and said he regretted ever having me. Frustration welled up inside me. I knew I couldn't leave without Jayden. I was trapped in my own reverie, torn between wanting to rush back and apologize for my reaction and being angry at myself for even considering it. "Arghhh!" I yelled in pain, squatting down on the floor and hitting myself hard. I wanted to feel physical pain, anything to distract from the ache in my heart. The thought of Jayden's infidelity was like a knife twisting in my chest with each memory that flashed through my mind. I remembered the way he had looked at the other woman, the way he had touched her. I felt sick to my stomach, my hands shaking with anger and hurt. A scream erupted from my throat, and without thinking, I ran into the middle of the road, my arms spread wide. I wanted to end it all. The pain in my heart was unbearable, and I couldn't imagine living with it any longer. I'd rather die now than wallow in denial and self-pity until I fell into depression. I stood there, waiting for something—anything—until a bright light shone on me. I looked closely and saw it was a moving car, heading straight for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to be hit by the car. It seemed like an easier way to die. But as the car got closer, a sudden realization struck me. I was a fool for trying to take my life because of Jayden, who wasn't worth it. If he could cheat on me without remorse, why should I kill myself for him? I should make him pay for what he did to me, instead of acting foolishly. My eyes snapped open, but it was too late. The car was speeding toward me. I had only a split second to react, and I quickly threw myself to the side. My body landed heavily on the ground, my head hitting the pavement, the sharp pain making me cry out. I heard the car swerve and screech to a stop. My heart raced as I lay on the ground. I heard the driver's footsteps approaching and forced myself to sit up. As I looked up, I saw a man standing over me, his face full of concern. He reached out a hand to help me up, his voice gentle and worried. "Are you hurt?" he asked, but I couldn't ignore the strong smell of alcohol on his breath. I stared at the man for a moment, unable to see his face clearly. His features were blurred. I felt myself growing dizzy as the world spun around me. Then, everything went black.