Done With My Ex, Moving To The Next

Chapter 7: When The Mask Fully Falls

Chapter 7: A New Version

Dylan didn't call or text till he returned from his f*****g business trip. We'd only spoken five times and I was the one who made all five calls. He just didn't care.

He refused to say a word to me since his arrival and he moved around like he didn't owe me any explanation.

I tried to hold eye contact to at least, push words out of his mouth but Dylan had f*****g changed!

I couldn't tell if he was holding a grudge against me but one thing was certain —i wasn't the one who went on a business trip and had another woman answer my wife's call.

I watched as he slowly unbuckled his belt and for a second,I felt tempted.

I fondled the cute embroidery on the dress I had on—the same I'd worn to receive him. The same I'd expected to drive him crazy but rather, I was the one going nuts. Everything seemed frustratingly effortless.

I needed him to at least, say something about the travel…ask about how I'd been, how things had been with me but, he didn't give a bloody damn! His gaze was as hard as stone. Totally nonchalant and dismissive.

“Um…Rhys stopped by” He said in an ominously low tone that forced my eyes to meet his.

“Seriously?” My voice shot out with a scoff as I tried to not wait for his response while I processed the next thing to say.

I was hurt. Of course, the first thing my freaking husband was saying to me after not being around me for two f*****g weeks was that??

"Dylan, do you have blood running through your veins?” I didn't care…I knew he did but at that moment, it felt like he didn't.

He left the room, ignoring my every attempt to get him to say something.

I felt like a f*****g shadow of myself—isolated, hurt, betrayed and pained.

The moment he’d walked in with his briefcase in his hand and his personal assistant behind him, I hugged him tightly and I noticed how unwilling he was to even breathe the same air as me.

I loathed being shut down this way but Dylan didn't care. He'd do it over and over—he just didn't care about it! He cared about no one..not even me.

But no matter how hard I tried to reciprocate every of his actions, it was twice as painful as everything he was doing.

I remained in my room, eyes puffy, tears had dried on my cheeks.

I was weak—weak from the pain of being treated as a shadow, constantly hurt by someone I had given my heart to, and having to beg for attention.

I walked outside to join him in the garden, hoping he'd probably cooled off but it was still the same.

He looked at me with some kind of rejection and animosity and then I knew I was up for something baleful.

My instinct never lied. But I just couldn't stay away from him.

I sat in the garden, maintaining the insane distance between us but he cared less. He probably felt like I was s**t to him! I could tell from the way he acted like I was invincible and it only stirred something unknown inside of me.

He stood, about to take his leave but something in me didn't want to let him off. “Dylan!” I said his name abruptly. I didn't plan to, it just happened.

He stood, hands in pocket before he nonchalantly turned to look at me.

I was thankful he spared me a glance—i couldn't deny my desperation.

“Did I do something wrong?” My tone softened as I locked my both hands nervously.

He was finally walking towards me, his every step tightening the tension between me. My jaw, fist, intestines all clenched as he walked towards me majestically.

He finally reached where I stood, and I could finally inhale his scent. That scent I'd forever inhale—plain apples. For a fleeting moment, I felt tempted to wrap my arms around him and lick the sweat off his neck.

“Yes” He smiled. It felt good to see him smile, it was relieving but the smile soon faded. My hope returned but it left faster than it took to appear, "Leave me the f**k alone and stay on your own, Stella" He said calmly.

My eyes watered. Everything else stilled. A strange shock ran through my veins like lightning.

“Dylan," I sniffed, holding eye contact.

It began to drizzle but instead of letting him walk away, I grabbed his shirt with both hands.

"You shouldn't care. Of course, you're DylanLindsey. I care, not because I want to, but because I just cannot bring myself to stop! I don't want to, either!” Tears ran down my eyes but luckily, raindrops already soaked my hair and my face.

He didn't spare me a glance but I didn't care. His gaze remained fixed, above my head.

"You should learn to appreciate when other care about you! If you don't want me, my parents are still willing to take me back. Let me be then. Don't torture me because you succeeded in making me fall for you. It's too much for me” I fell to my knees, my heart tearing up as I said every word.

Every word I said felt like I was reopening a wound and applying salt.

“Stella, f**k off!" He tried to yank his shirt out of my hands, but I wasn't done. My grip tightened.

“I won't let you go if you don't say something to me," I begged but it didn't sound like it.

“I don't know what you're talking about. We are two adults and you can do something about your feelings and leave me the f**k al—”

That moment, I lost it. I grew impatient and released his shirt, as I stood to face him.

"Then you're nothing but a fool, Dylan. You're a scammer, a liar, a cheat, and a bastard at that. Its fine if you don't want to care. Just like you said, I'll do something about my feelings so f**k you and whoever you're cheating wi—”

I hadn't completed my sentence when he sent his hand across my face, sending a terrible sting on my cheeks. I fell to the ground, unable to withstand the amount of force he wielded.

“Did you just slap me?" I whimpered. In my entire life, I had never been hit by a man. He was the first.

He moved close to me as I lay on the ground and when I thought he was going to help me up, beg me and even say something in defense, he did what I thought was impossible..

“I'll do it over and over again. Infact, you're not allowed to see anyone else, no complains and if you ever dare, I'll do worse than this to you" He warned and then, my so-called husband spat on me.

Dylan spat on me!