The Ex

The Ex- Chapter 13

The Ex- Chapter 13

In which she sees red

POV-AMARA

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Alessandra.

The name still boomed at the top of my head, and still cracked at my already shattered heart. At the moment we were sitting in a neatly tidied table. With a simple white, table cloth to cover the piece of furniture.

The place we are eating in is elegant but in its own simple classy. The clattering of the eating cutlery against the porcelain plates was the only thing breaking the silence. It was awkward and extremely uncomfortable.

I felt awful in a sense. It brought self-conscious thoughts to my head. Was I not good enough, maybe he lied and I wasn"t pretty. My sister is prettier and smarter, also a lot of fun to be around. He probably chose her over me I mean why wouldn"t he? She is the definition of perfect.

I would never be able to compete with her. The only thing that kept me afloat was the baby he had no clue was his. Even then he would probably take her away from me and live a nice happy life with Alessandra. Probably get married have seven kids and have a dog named Maxy.

Over those mental complaints, the thought of it being my sister hurt the most. She was my own flesh and blood. Yet she didn"t find that big enough of a barrier to stop her from completing her obsession of being with Lucian. It was incredibly disrespectful and for the most part saddening.

I was angry and disappointed. I was going to kill this girl. But at this exact moment, I wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole. It"s moments like this I ask myself, why I ever trust anyone. Every time I open up I end up hurt.

My eyes shifted to his. Huge mistake, the green orbs that belong to him were staring at me. Sizing me up, trying to read me. I stayed emotionless and motionless. I dropped the utensils on the plate. We hadn"t said anything to each other. Not even to order the food, he took the courtesy to order for me, without my consent on what to eat.

I hate when people do this. How are you going to tell me what to eat. Really annoying.

"We need to talk." That we do need to do. How are we supposed to have this conversation without it being awkward? He would be like, "hey look you"re cute but your sister is better and I like her more, sorry." That would be really peachy. Kill me now.

"Yeah, we do." I looked away all the confidence draining with every word that spills out of my mouth. I felt his hand on my chin, tilting it to face him. I visibly flinched and his and fell loose at his side.

"When we divorced. I wasn"t in the best place. I mean how would you feel if I cheated on you with family-" That was so ironic. "Yeah, can"t imagine." Sarcasm dripped from that sentence, I felt like it would flood this place. "That"s not fair, you know we aren"t together so I am not cheating. Like I was saying-"

I cut him off again. At this point, I didn"t know if I could form a coherent sentence without my voice faltering. "So let me get this straight, you were with my sister the next day. Wow, nice to know." I scoffed.

He visibly stiffened, his face scrunching up into one full of thought. "I found comfort in her. I was drunk and things happened. We started a relationship. She has told me the three letter phrase, but I haven"t been able to say it back. I asked myself why and the only reason I have is you."

I cringed at his words not able to hold it in any longer. I signaled the waiter to pay the check. I excused myself leaving some money on the table to pay for the food. I asked the waiter where the bathroom was, he gave me the directions and I quickly made my way to it. I stared at myself in the mirror. Maybe the dress magic has worn off. I no longer felt like I could conquer the world with it, or do anything I set my mind to.

My vision was hazy but it wasn"t with tears of sadness, oh no these were tears of anger and I was about to let that control me. I saw red and at that moment I felt like every unhappy memory was caused by my sister. That good for nothing b***h.

I stormed out of the door. I recognized that Lucian had driven me and I was in no mood to sit through a ride with him at the moment. I ran out of the restaurant, I signaled for a taxi. When one had rolled to a stop, I hopped in.

"Where would you like to go?" The middle aged man asked through the glass dividing the back and the front. I had told him the directions to a house.

It didn"t belong to me.

No, it belonged to Alessandra.

I am finally going to get to finish that talk.

At the moment rage blinded me. I was angry at everything and everyone. But I concentrated it all on Alessandra. When he pulled up to her house, I angrily gave him the money and left.

I knocked on the door angry, thunderous knocks. I felt as though I was going to break down the door.

She finally opened the door. She looked casual in her jeans and top. Acting all innocent. "Amara, what a pleasure seeing you." I scoffed, I walked into the house closing the door. I turned to her.

I smacked her across the face, hard. "The pleasure is all mine."

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