PUSHED AWAY
1206 Words
#JOCELYN’S POV#
“How could you do this to me, Williams? How?”
My voice cracked as the words tore out of me, laced with disbelief, pain, and betrayal so deep it made my stomach twist. My fists struck his chest again and again, not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to make him feel something. Anything.
But he didn’t move. He just stood there. Like a statue. Cold. Unfeeling. Unrecognizable.
On the bed, Megan sat with her legs crossed, arms tightly folded across her chest, her eyes flicking toward us with a smug sideways glance. Like this was a show. Like she wasn’t ripping my heart out with her silence.
“I went to jail for you, Williams! Jail!” I screamed, my voice rising, raw with agony. “I survived that hellhole! For you! I counted every hour, every day, in that godforsaken cell just waiting to come back to you!”
He didn’t flinch.
“And now you’re sleeping with my sister?” My voice cracked again. “When did this start, huh? Was it while I was rotting behind bars? Did you wait a day? A week? A damn hour?”
Tears streamed freely now, hot and bitter, and I wiped them away with the back of my hand, ashamed to cry in front of him, but unable to stop.
My heart clenched as I looked around, the apartment I helped him choose. I chose every chair, every plate, every damn pillow. Even the bed Megan now defiled with him. We planned to start our family here.
Every piece held my sacrifice. So none of it mattered to him? None of it? I was just... disposable? My chest tightened as the truth crashed down. I never meant anything to him. Not even the memories.
“Jocelyn,” he said, his voice like sandpaper, scraping against my sanity. “You need to calm down.”
I laughed. A broken, bitter laugh. “Calm down? You want me to calm down?!” I looked from him to Megan. “This b***h is sitting here, on our bed, and you want me to calm down?”
Megan didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. Her silence was louder than any confession. She just pulled her silky robe tighter around her chest and leaned back like she was watching a movie, like she was proud of the role she played in this betrayal.
“I’m not leaving until I get the truth,” I snapped, moving toward her, rage boiling in my chest. “You think you can just sleep your way into my life, Megan? Into my relationship?”
I reached out to slap her, not even knowing if I had it in me to go through with it. But before my hand could land, Williams stepped between us and grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t you dare touch her,” he said. His voice dropped lower. Hard. Final. “You won’t lay a finger on her. Not when she’s carrying my child.”
My world... stopped.
I stumbled back a step, staring at him, my mouth suddenly dry. “What... what did you just say?”
“She’s pregnant, Jocelyn,” he said, and his eyes weren’t cold anymore, they were full of something that looked like pride. Pride. “She’s carrying my baby.”
The floor shifted under me.
“No. No, you’re lying,” I whispered, my whole body beginning to shake. “She can’t be. You wouldn’t do this to me. You wouldn’t...”
“I didn’t ask you to go to jail,” he snapped, cutting me off like a slap to the face. “You threw yourself in there. You made that choice. I never told you to take the fall.”
My heart thumped violently in my chest, my breath shallow. “What are you saying, Williams?”
“I’m saying I never loved you,” he said without a flicker of hesitation. “I never wanted you. I used you. The only one I’ve ever truly loved is Megan.”
He turned to look at her with a softness I had never seen in his eyes before. My stomach churned.
“Megan is the one,” he added, as if twisting the knife wasn’t enough. “And now she’s carrying my child.”
I was speechless. Frozen. Betrayed by my sister. Replaced. Forgotten. Tossed out like nothing.
He looked me dead in the eye. “Leave. Now.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered, my voice shaking as I took a step toward him. “This is me. Williams, it’s me. Jocelyn. The woman who loved with your whole heart. The one who told you she loved you a thousand times every day. Look at me.”
I reached for his hand and placed it on my cheek, hoping, praying, that something in him would remember.
But he recoiled. Shoved me away.
I stumbled. Fell hard against the cold floor.
“Security!” he barked, grabbing his phone. “There’s an intruder in my apartment. Come remove her immediately.”
My blood ran cold.
“What?” I gasped. “You’re calling security on me?”
“You heard me,” he said, brushing invisible dust off his hands. “You’re trespassing.”
I was still on the floor, my hands trembling as my brain struggled to process what was happening.
“Williams, please. Don’t do this,” I begged, my voice cracking as I crawled forward. “You know me. I’ve done everything for you. Everything...”
But he turned away.
Seconds later, the loud knock echoed through the apartment like a death sentence.
Two security men entered. Cold. Expressionless.
“She’s the one,” Williams said, pointing at me like I was a stranger. “Get her out.”
They grabbed my arms before I could say anything.
“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, twisting in their grip. “Let go! Williams! Please! Look at me! Tell them who I am!”
But he didn’t.
He stood there.
Watched.
And when I locked eyes with Megan, she gave me the smallest, cruelest smile. As if she had won. As if I had never stood a chance.
They pulled me out. My heels dragged across the marble floor. My cries echoed in the hallway. But he didn’t come after me. He didn’t even look back.
And just like that, I was gone.
Thrown out like trash.
By the man I gave everything to.
“Jocelyn... Jocelyn...”
That voice, soft, broken. I turned. My heart skipped. Mum. She was running, arms open, eyes already glassy.
I stumbled to my feet, throwing myself into her embrace.
“Mum? How did you—?”
“I—I knew… I just knew you'd come here,” she whispered, her breath uneven. “I wanted to stop it, but I... I couldn’t. I’m slower now.”
Her knees buckled.
“Mum? Mum!”
Her eyelids fluttered. Panic surged through me.
Then she collapsed.
But I caught her. Barely.
“No! No, no, no, help! Someone help!”
My voice cracked, rising with terror.
“Help me! Please! She’s not breathing!”
Tears blurred everything.
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