Return of Ms Mystopia

Chapter 6

Jax…

I stared at them, Olivia unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing his bare chest, they were kissing and not leaving each other for a minute.

The smell of alcohol reeking from both of them. I lowered the phone, losing interest in recording, my heart burning by the second, no longer pumping for him or excited about seeing him, burning in pain at what he was doing.

I slowly turned and walked away. I laughed to myself, 'What an irony! I came here to find the person who r***d Rachel but I end up finding Jax and Olivia together.

The last bit of affection I had for Jax was withering away... slowly.

I staggered out of the building, my neck

faintly ached, I touched it, it was burning under my hand, the faint throbs rhythmically matching my hurting heart.

I hailed a cab and sat in, drops of tears rolling down drop by drop, falling faster and freer than I wanted it to.

Meanwhile, immediately I left, as if Olivia had known I was gone. She sat on Jax's stomach, looking down at him in utter disgust. She spat on his face as he was drunk and under the influence of alcohol.

"Such an i***t!" She got up from him and took out her phone that she had hidden to record their moment, she sent it to Kelly and the elders, laughing at her achievement.

After sending it, she takes her phone and dials a number.

"Phase 1 is complete." she said with a wide maniacal smile.

"Good girl, I know you are competent." A deep voice, ringing with joy, said , making Olivia chuckle.

"Time to execute phase 2"

"Yes baby". Olivia said, staring at herself in a mirror, a sickening wicked smile widened on her face as the call ended.

I sat in the cab in complete silence, the sound of the car radio filling the car. I looked up at the roof of the car, staring into nothing.

I laughed at myself, how my neck ached at the betrayal, how my heart still longed for his affection, how my thoughts don't want to let go.

(Did he ever even love me?)

(Did he ever feel anything for me? Even a bit)

My heart ached violently, I held onto it. My breathing becomes uneven and ragged.

I closed my eyes remembering three years ago when we were deeply in love.

Three years ago...

I was sitting by the tree swing, reading my favorite novel at the time - Ms. Conray, concentrating and intentionally focused. Someone came from behind me and covered my eyes, I traced the person's arm and knew it was Jax.

"Jax...?" I called out, he chuckled like a happy child who had won a lollipop. He skipped in front of me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

I giggled, pulling him to me as I kissed him on the lips. We both laughed as he pulled me to lay on the grass with him.

"I love you so much Maya, I would rather be a servant than to be away from you." He told me, it made me giggle. I smiled so much when he was around before.

Looking back now, I can't help but cry for my innocent and naive self. How did we end up here? We were madly in love in one moment, the next one of us in crying and the other, cheating.

"Ma'am!"

"Excuse me!" I snapped my head to the taxi driver.

"We're here!" The driver said, I nodded, paid him then alighted the taxi.

I walked into the manor, then straight to the kitchen. The maids, chefs, waiters, all stared at me, I walked shakily to the maids quarter behind the kitchen, I went directly to Rachel and Natasha's quarters.

I knocked on the door, my hands shaky, my head spinning, my brain and thinking processor was at the edge of a mountain.

Natasha opened the door and I broke down completely, I collapsed into her arms, my sobs getting louder by every second.

Natasha held me, managing to pull me to a chair. Tears continued to roll down, my head continued spinning, I held my head, screaming like my world was crumbling.

Natasha buried my face in her neck, trying to muffle my tears but I was hurting beyond imagination.

After what seemed like eternity, I managed to put myself a bit together . Natasha was still holding me, patting my back then asked me

"What happened?!"

I quietly tossed my phone to her, still sniffing, catarrh running down my nose. She took the phone, opened it and saw the video, Olivia clearly straddling a man but she couldn't make out the face of the man, she squinted and there!

His face was very evident.

Clear as day…

No hidden or faked image…

It was Jax.

I stared at the ground, tears choking my throat. Natasha turned off the phone, pulled me into an embrace, patting my hair.

"It's okay, he doesn't deserve you!" Natasha said trying to console my bleeding heart but the pain was worse than being bullied by him. I would prefer he openly bullied me a million times to this.

I closed my eyes, remembering our early years together. I shook my head trying to convince myself that it wasn't real.

Just then the door clicked open and Rachel walked in, holding a bag of groceries.

The bag fell with a thud, the next minute she was by my side. Clutching me to her chest, like I would disappear in a moment. I sat still, my heart still aching like it was sliced open with a fruit knife.

Rachel looked at Natasha, with questioning eyes, trying to know what the problem was. Natasha slid my phone to her, she saw the video, a gasp escaping her lips, then a long exhale, she put down the phone, sensed I had relaxed a bit. She placed her hand on her belly.

"What are you going to do now?" She asked

I let out a shaky breath, shaking my head.

"I... I don't know"

"You are the Luna of the clan, you can't leave him " Natasha said thoughtfully. Rachel nodded in agreement, wiping my face.

"Confront him!" Natasha said smoothly.

(Confront him? Like it was that easy.) I thought. My lips were too heavy to even say a word. I nodded and stood up, wiping my already swollen face.

"Thank you guys. I will come by later at night" I said walking towards the door, then I left.

I walked through the kitchen, eyes all over me.

" Would you like soup ma'am or can I get you something else to eat ma'am?" One of the Chefs asked.

"The soup is fine." I took a bowl of soup off the counter and walked to Jax's room.

I opened the door and walked in sitting on the bed, the hot freshly made soup lowkey steaming my palm but the pain was nothing compared to how my heart felt.

I took a sip, then two sips of the soup, then I heard a knock on the door, I stared at my reflection in the mirror then slowly lifted my gaze from the soup to the door.

"Come in," I said, wiping my face with my sleeve.

The door clicked open and I saw a petite person walk in.

I exhaled realising who it was.

"We have to talk!”