Her Stepbrother (Love Triangle)

Chapter 18

Jason

Apparently, Kevin had lied to Chelsea when he informed her was moving to Texas. Two months later, he is still here.

Chelsea made a major f*****g mistake by leaving her cell phone at our apartment when she left out this evening.

The more messages I read, the angrier I become.

This evening, Chelsea informed me she was going to her mother’s house. However, the text messages between her and Kevin determine otherwise.

Clearly, Kevin had messaged her and invited her to some fancy restaurant on the other side of town, claiming he was leaving for Texas in the morning, manipulating Chelsea into feeling remorseful for not spending his last day here with him.

Of course, Chelsea, being the kind-hearted woman she is, she stumbled right into his trap.

Earlier, I invited Chelsea to come with me to spend time with dad while I spent time with my mother, though she refused.

I figured she would have wanted to come to spend time with our sister and her father. But she refused. Now I know the reason she didn’t want to come with me.

Chelsea claimed she wasn’t feeling good, but I realize now that’s a lie. Obviously, she wanted me to leave so she could take off with him.

Without thinking twice, I pour a glass of ‘Vodka’ and gulp it down straight.

As soon as I finish my first glass, I pour another glass, hoping to soothe my temper before she wanders through our front door.

However, it isn’t working.

I attempt to stand tall, yet my body feels a little wobbly. I stagger, bumping into the wall, accidentally dropping her phone on the floor.

The longer I look at my wife’s phone, the more I realize this is the only piece of device that keeps her and Kevin connected.

Without delay, I stomp her phone until it shatters into pieces.

The sound of the front door startles me as I cover Chelsea’s phone with my foot.

Promptly, I twist my neck to watch as Chelsea walks in and closes the door quietly. She probably assumes I’m sleeping since it’s one in the morning, and all the lights are off.

I flip the light switch upward, turning the light on, and realize her eyes seem puffy.

Plainly, she’s been crying. However, I don’t feel an ounce of compassion for her. I can’t. Not when her tears are caused by another man. “Care to explain what the f**k you were doing with him all night?”

She gasps, taken by surprise. “Not really, Jason. I just want to go to sleep.”

I lift my chin indignantly. “Not until you give me an answer,” I demand.

Chelsea places her purse down on the coffee table. “I’m not mentally capable of handling any more stress tonight.” She storms up the stairs and leaves me standing there.

Hurriedly, I follow behind her and take hold of her arm. “You lied to me,” I shout louder than I intended to.

Rapidly, Chelsea wrenches from my grasp. “Jason, I’m tired of this.” She lowers her head. “Every time I do something, you think I’m f*****g someone else.”

“I don’t think you’re f*****g someone. I think you’re f*****g him.” As I back her into the wall, I yelled. “It’s always f*****g him, and always will be him.”

Chelsea inclines her head upward. “I have explained to you countless times I’m not f*****g Kevin.” She pushes at my chest. “And you never f*****g believe me. I had dinner with him, Jason. Dinner.” She shrieks, “Not a f**k fest.”

I glide my hand up her arm until my hand settles around her throat, squeezing lightly. “You didn’t tell me you were going with him. You hid it from me, Chelsea.” I squeeze her neck a little tighter. “Why would you hide it if there wasn’t anything to hide?” I question.

Chelsea twists her body until she yanks herself from my hold. “Because of this right here, Jason.” Chelsea chokes on a sob. “You accuse me of f*****g Kevin every time I visit my family and behave like an outrageous madman.” Speedily, she rushes toward the door of our bedroom. “I’m leaving.”

“Secrets Are Lies,” I state blandly, tossing her words back at her.

“I’m leaving Jason. I cannot do this with you anymore. Things would be different if I were keeping secrets, but I’m not. I’m scared to tell you when I visit my family.” She sighs. “I thought your jealousy was attractive. A sign of love. But, it’s becoming too much. I told you so many times that Kevin would always be in the picture because he’s family. I realize now you will never accept him. My family will always be a part of me whether you like it.”

Truth is, I’ll never approve of her leaving me. I told her several times I would never let her go, and I meant it.

Speedily, I jerk my wife by her arm, attempting to draw her closer, but she f*****g fights me. Still, I keep my grip tight, refusing to let her go. I refuse to tolerate her walking out of my life. “Stop, Chelsea. I’ll never let you go.” Normally, she stops, but this time she doesn’t.

She fights me.

She slaps me. “I’m tired of doing this with you, Jason.” She claws at me until she’s breathless and too tired to fight me.

Noticing she’s too tired to fight me, I draw her in my arms as she speaks. “I cannot keep living my life worrying about what you will think, Jason. I won’t be tied down, terrified to leave the apartment because I have to worry about you thinking I f****d somebody else. I’ll always love you, but this isn’t what I want.” She removes herself from my arms, tears streaming down her face.

“Where the f**k is this coming from?” I inquire as I tug her toward me.

Instantly, she jerks back and loses her balance, falling to the floor. “It’s too much, Jason. I cannot do this anymore. If I had known the married life would have been like this, I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you.” Chelsea weeps into her hands. “I would rather be your friend Jason instead of your wife.” She sobs, looking absolutely broken.

Furiously, I punch the wall, putting my fist straight through it. “It’s because of him, isn’t it? Did he f**k you tonight like he does his other bitches and made you believe you’re in love?”

She leaps off the floor and smacks me across my cheek. “This has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with us. That’s our f*****g problem now, Jason. How come you cannot see that?” Chelsea takes her wedding ring off and places it on the dresser. “I want a divorce.” We were doing so f*****g good until that prick came in the middle of us.

“I’ll never let you go,” I state again, hoping she understands how much she means to me.

Only, she doesn’t. She attempts to dart away from me, but this time, I don’t let her go.

Sternly, I yank her into my arms and toss her onto my shoulders. Grabbing her wedding ring, I toss Chelsea onto our bed and slide the ring over her finger where it belongs.

Promptly, I crawl over her, not giving her a chance to shove me away.

I hold her hands above her head. “Don’t you ever take this ring off again.” I declare furiously.

Like always, my wife is laying beneath me, at my mercy, as I plant my head on her neck, and breathe in her sweet scent.

No doubt, I recognize I have jealousy issues, but I’m so f*****g scared of losing her. Everybody I knew who married, had divorced.

Both of our parents are cheaters, and both have divorced. Obviously, I don’t want to end up like them. The only way I know how to prevent that from happening is to keep my wife close to me where I know her whereabouts, what she is doing, and who she is with.

I cannot promise to control my jealousy. I lost control the day I gave my heart to my wife.

I love her too f*****g much. I don’t understand the change in Chelsea’s mood lately or within myself.

Angling my head to the side, I kiss her neck and work my way to her lips.

Rapidly, she turns her head. “s*x isn’t the answer, Jason.”

I keep her hands above her head. “No, but it shows you how much I love and need you.” Gradually I take my free hand and slide it up her dress and rub her c******s, deliberately tormenting my wife. “Do you wish it was him you married, instead of me?” I am powerless to stop the jealousy and the questions that are flowing freely from my mouth.

I need my wife to reassure me she hadn’t slept with him.

I need her to reassure me I’m the only one she wants.

“Stop, Jason.” She cries, fighting to break free.

“What’s gotten into you?” As I lay over her and observe her carefully, I recognize she looks defeated.

“You, Jason. You have gotten into me.” She rips her hands out of mine and places them on my cheek. “I don’t wish it was him I married. And, to answer your question, no I didn’t f**k him. How many times will I have to tell you that in order for you to believe me?” As I stare into her eyes, I realize she really is tired.

Her eyes have always gleamed brightly, but at this moment, she looks empty.

How the f**k do I control this impulse to f*****g have her all to myself before I chase her away?

How do I learn to put my trust issues to the side before I lose the one person who means the most to me?

The moment I roll off my wife, she bounces off the bed and rushes downstairs.

Naturally, I spring off the bed chasing her. “Is that my phone?” Chelsea bends down and picks her broken phone off the floor.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I offer. At least if I buy her a new phone, she will have a different number and Kevin won’t have her number to text her.

Chelsea’s lips drew back in a snarl. “All we do is argue and f**k, Jason. I can’t do this anymore. If you really love me, you’ll let me go.”

It’s because I love her. I won’t let her go. Why can’t she understand that?

“I’ll do better, Chelsea.” I make promises I’m incapable of keeping. At this moment, I’ll do or say anything to stop her from leaving me.

I cannot guarantee her I won’t be a jealous prick, since that’s something I have no control over. However, I can promise to show Chelsea the world as long as she remains by my side.

Without delay, she grabs her purse and heads toward the door. I clutch her arm. “If you think I will let you go so you can run into his arms, you have another thing coming.”

“Him. Him. Him.” She yells, “That’s all you f*****g think about.” She yanks out my f*****g hold and slams the door shut, and walks away from me.

I remain here, suffocating in sadness and fear, suspecting I might have pushed my wife away for the last time.

I stare at the door, shocked she f*****g left me.

She’ll be back.

She always comes back to me.

She has to come back because I cannot live a life without Chelsea living it with me.