LIES BENEATH THE SHEET

THE WEIGHT OF HIS BETRAYAL

Kennedie

Andrew held her back, “Give us some space,” he said quickly, putting on trousers to cover his half-hard d**k.

“But-”

He gave her a stern look, “Leave now, Judith.”

I know that I should not be feeling like this, this feeling of smug triumph, because to be frank, I wanted absolutely nothing to do with the dickhead, but I could not help it.

Judith wanted to be me so bad that she thought that just a few rounds of lackluster vanilla s*x would make her take my place.

She was in for a rude awakening.

Judith glared at me with all the hatred that she could muster. Like seriously, if she could shoot bullets through her eyes, I would have been long dead by now, but too bad that she couldn’t, I was still alive and healthy.

“f**k you, Kennedie,” she spat and stormed off, bumping roughly into me.

“Aren’t you going to get your-“

She was already gone.

I shrugged, “Well, I guess not.”

“Are you back to me, Kennedie?” he asked.

Not only was that question so absolutely ridiculous, but it was the fact that he had on such a straight facial expression while he was spitting out all of that word vomit. It all just felt so outrageous to me.

I burst out laughing.

I am talking loud, ugly laughter that had me doubling over, while he just stood there like a fool.

Not my intention, but I was happy that happened.

Serves him right.

“I don’t understand what is so funny,” he said.

I raised my hand to ask him for a minute to get myself together, but I just ended up laughing all over again.

After a while, I finally recollected myself and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“I’m sorry, it is just so funny that you think I will ever want to get back together with you again,” I said.

He looked shocked, like he was in denial, “That is impossible, Kennedie, you are in love with me,” he said.

I scoffed, “I was in love with you, asshole… now I cannot even stand to look at your f*****g face.”

“Baby girl-”

I cut him off, “shut the f**k up! Andrew, stop trying to manipulate me. It is not f*****g working,” I said.

He placed his hands in his pockets and tried to puff up his chest like he always did when he was trying to make me feel small.

“Why are you here then?” he asked.

I threw the envelope at him.

“What the f**k is this?” he asked, opening it up.

“Those are divorce papers,” I said, making sure not to stutter, “sign it and let us be out of each other’s lives from now on.”

It was his own turn to laugh.

I kept my head high; I knew that I was making the right decision.

My father always said that any person who did not treat me right never deserved me in the first place, and there was no exception.

First love or not.

“I do not have all the tune in the world, Andrew, just sign the papers and let us never see each other again,” I said.

“You think that you can just divorce me?” he asked.

I hugged myself. “You said it yourself, Andrew, you don’t love me, and I damn well don’t want anything to do with you anymore, so what is the big idea?”

Andrew tore the papers to shreds.

“Hey, you i***t-”

He grabbed both of my arms tightly. He struggled to get out of his hold, but he would not budge; there was a crazed look in his eyes.

I had never seen it before, and it was scaring me.

“Stop it, Andrew, you are hurting me,” I said, trying to free myself from him. He just dug his nails in harder.

“What makes you think that you can just divorce me, dear wife, hmm? You must be even more stupid than I thought,” he spat.

“I do not want you anymore, Andrew,” I said.

He pushed me, and I fell to the ground, “ouch!” I moaned, rubbing my sore spot.

He folded his arms. “You forget, Kennedie, that when you married me, you also gave me rights to some of your shares in the hotel,” he said.

“That’s not true… I would never give up the shares to my dad’s legacy,” I said, and he scoffed, “Oh please… it used to be a legacy, but now it is just a disaster waiting to happen,” he said.

I was so f*****g angry.

I knew that the hotel was not what it used to be back in the day, and I know that these days we were making more losses than profits, but still, that hotel meant a lot to my dad... it meant a lot to me, and here he was just s**t-talking all of that.

I hated that I couldn’t even say anything back because a part of me knew that it was true.

“When you signed the marriage certificate, you signed away half of the shares of the hotel to me…. And you can’t divorce me without buying back the shares, but I doubt you have that much money,” he said, taunting me.

I thought that cheating on me was the worst that he could do, but I was so wrong.

The tears fell from my eyes as I felt the weight of his betrayal.

Did he ever even love me?

Probably not, that much was clear now.

“You deceived me,” I said, crying openly.

He scoffed at me, “I did not deceive you, Kennedie; you were just madly in love with me,” he said.

Maybe he was right, I was the i***t. The foolish person who was madly in love, so much so that I signed away shares to my father’s hotel without even realizing it.

I picked myself up and angrily wiped my tears.

“I will divorce you, Andrew,” I said.

One way or another, I would find the money to pay him off, and I would get complete ownership of the hotel.

I could not allow all of my father’s hard work to fall into the worn hands, and Andrew’s hands were the worst of the worst.

“You are broke, Kennedie. How are you going to do that?”

“f**k you, Andrew.”

That was the last thing I said before I stormed out of the house. Andrew did not try to stop me. Why would he when he had already done so much damage?

I entered the car and banged the door shut.

“f*****g hell!”

“Are you ok, Kennedie?” I met Graham’s worried eyes through the rear-view mirror.

I didn’t even bother pretending to be strong; I just let my reins fall freely.

He did not say anything, just let me cry my heart out.

I sniffed, “Graham, please take me to get ice cream.”