Fate

Chapter 12

Skye

I was going through the motions. Jesse was now a common presence in the house. A new addition in our bed. A constant addition to our dinners. I was putting on a convincing performance. Never letting it show that I was unhappy. Sari was angry. We met Jesse through her, and now she barely saw her, unless she was with us. It led to Sari forcing Connor to stop speaking to us altogether. Sari and Maria must have had a conversation, agreeing to freeze us out. I couldn't get a response from Carter either.

I felt utterly alone inside. Jesse and Jason fit together so well. Last night, there was another rendezvous. But it was different. At one moment, she was on top of him, and they took a moment to look at each other and that is when I saw it. In both of their faces. They were in love. I can't remember the last time he looked at me in that way. I made my decision then and there. This would be the last time. I was not on board with this. I had to wait until Jesse left to speak to Jason.

Jesse left around 8 tonight. I was working up the courage to speak up when Jason turned to me, "Hey, so, Jesse and I were talking, and I think she should move in. I mean, I wouldn't make her pay bills, but I want her here since, legally, I can't marry her to have her legally be mine." He worded it as a question but ended it as a statement. As if I had no choice. "No." I said, my voice smaller than I meant. He head whipped to me "What did you say?" I swallowed. "No. Not happening," I said, my voice stern this time, in control. "I was waiting until she left to say this anyway. I do not want to continue. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. I do not want her in that way. I do not want to share you. Not anymore." I didn't leave anything up for interpretation. I left all my cards on the table. "You want to stop seeing her? Go back to just the two of us?" He asked, his voice wavering slightly. I nodded matter-of-factly. "We agreed. If one wanted to stop, it was full stop, no question." His mouth gaped open, as if he couldn't believe I was throwing his words back at him. He got up and walked out of the room.

I thought that would be the end of it. He didn't speak to me for the rest of the night. I slept in my library, giving him space. The next morning, I woke up to a text message from Jesse. 'You think that, just because you want this end, that he will walk away from me? Believe me when I say, I won't stop until I get what I want. Him.' My blood boiled. This was her plan the entire time. To get him away from me. Another vibration, another message: 'You think just because you are his wife that it means anything? It doesn't.'

I wanted to throw up. I blocked her number, not wanting to see anymore. I walked out of the library. The door to the bedroom was open, Jason wasn't inside. I walked towards the kitchen and heard voices. One on the phone, muffled and Jasons. His voice tried to be quiet but not enough.

"No, I'm not walking away.....It doesn't matter, I'll say what I have to....Yeah. I will see you tonight... Love you."

My feet were frozen. I waited until I heard his phone hit the counter before walking in. He kept his composure. "Good morning," I said, not softly, not sweetly. Contempt in my voice. He nodded his head at me. I didn't bring up the call. I wanted to see what he would say. I grabbed a book and curled up on the couch. An hour passed before he cleared his throat to get my attention. I placed a bookmark and looked up at him, giving him a slight smile, an eyebrow raised. "I am going to my mom's tonight. Going to have dinner. I might just crash there," he said, a careful choice of his words. I knew he was lying. So I tested it, "Oh perfect, I was going to see your sister tonight anyway." Not a lie. His sister asked me to hang out tonight. I saw the bulge in his throat as he swallowed. I smiled to myself. Foiling his plan. I looked down at my book but saw him shoot off a quick text.

That night, he drove separately to his moms house. By the time I got there, he still wasn't. Said in passing that he had to make a stop. He forgot that we still had each other's locations. I checked his, knowing I probably wouldn't like what I saw. There, sure enough, he was at her house. Considering his mom lived 30 minutes from us, and she only lived 10 he had been there for a bit. I went inside, not planning on saying anything. But two hours passed and he was still there. I got angry. I felt something inside me snap. Snap enough that his mom and sister noticed. Trying to dodge the questions until finally I exploded. I let them in on everything, and showed them the location. We talked for another 45 minutes before he strode into the house. His sister walked over to him, he thought he was getting a hug, and she slapped him across the face. Unexpected and hard.

"What the f**k?!" he screamed, clutching his face with one hand and the other balled into a fist. I carefully tracked his movement. I wouldn't let him hurt his sister. I needed to get his attention off of her. "I told them everything," I said, my voice strong. "Since you decided to go to her house for over 2 hours, and I know that you didn't have plans prior to come over here." He glared at me. His sister went up the stairs. His mother was standing in the doorway to the dining room. "I did not raise a cheater or liar. We did not have plans for tonight. Don't ever use this family or this house in your deceptions. Get out." Her voice was cold. He opened his mouth to speak, but his mother just pointed to the door. He looked at me, trying to keep his voice low as he walked out, "We will discuss this at home." He slammed the door shut behind him. I fell onto the couch and the tears started to flow.