Someone For You

Charlotte's pov 

That was it.

There was only so much humiliation that one person could take. 

And after 10 long years I had finally reached it up to my neck. 

I pushed him off me, the force of my hand plus the unexpectancy throwing him off balance and giving me a chance to escape. He stared at me with a widened expression standing widgetally in front of him as near as the day I came into this world.

“Babe what's wrong?” 

My left eyebrow twitched. 

“Are you really going to play dumb?” I stomped around the hotel room picking up articles of clothes that I could still slip on my body and wear out Intel to become a social pariah.

He came behind me but I screamed. 

“If you touch me…” I warned him about my entire face going red and letting intentionality carry the rest of my words as I continued picking up my clothes and putting them on. 

He had enough sense to put on his briefs, watching me with a look that modeled bemusement with slight surprise.

“Are you really going to work out on me on our anniversary?” He said when I was finally fully clothed. “All this time you have been nagging that I never do anything for our anniversary, you've been whiny ever since you saw your gift and now you're just going to leave?” 

So he wasn't even going to address the fact that he called out my sister's name while supposedly making love to me? 

There was so much to unpack but I decided to start with the so-called gift that he was huffing and puffing about right now.

“Jacob, I have planned cruises, all paid vacations, camping trips …all of them paid out of my own pocket with my own money for us–for you!” I spread my hand gesturing across the hastingly arranged hotel room. 

“And this…our bedroom is a million times better than this place, if you had just made me dinner placed all of this yourself instead of paying someone $5 to do it, I would have burst into tears of utter joy,” 

He started to scratch his head viciously, “Why is it that nothing I ever do is good enough for you? You said I should have arranged a surprise for you. I did. Now what's the problem?” 

It was like all the words I said previously had flown right past his head. 

Tears finally gathered in the corner of my eyes as if they were holding a meeting. 

“Do you know something, Jacob?” I said with a sad tilt of my head, “even with this pathetic setup to mark a decade of marriage I would have still stayed by your side, I would have continued to and you are more and more in this humiliation ritual that I call a marriage…as long as I could delude myself to believe in that a part of your heart belong to me not even all of it…” 

Confessing all of this was so humiliating but I wanted to get this baggage out of my chest. 

“Then you called out her name…” my voice cracked, “after 10 years you still call out the name of the woman that broke your heart, how am I supposed to get over that Jacob? How am I supposed to sleep next to you at night knowing that she's the one you hope to wake up next to?” 

“I do love you, Charlotte!”

“More than her?” 

He looked down, not even meeting my eyes. 

I wiped away the tears with a tip of my fingers, the  rest  dried up just like my feelings for him. 

“I can't keep doing this  anymore…” I said ignoring the alert to look on his face, “Jacob, I want a divorce.” 

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If anyone ever told me that I would end up in front of the Green family Villa again 10 years ago I would have laughed in their face, showed off my ruby ring and said; “That's impossible, he picked me!” 

Ten years.

Just thinking about it was heavy on the mind. 

I had been a teenager back then and now I was a grown woman. 

I had a bag slunk over my shoulder packed with only the essentials before I headed back home, my feet lingered by the door for the longest time before I got the courage to push past it. 

My mind had already spun 1,000 different scenarios that I could work into but none of them was my parents on their knees with Cecilia casually flipping through channel after channel in the living room as they cried with tears running down their face.

Cecilia was the first to notice me. 

“Twin,” she called with fake fondness, “you're back,” 

The casual way she threw those words at me really ticked me off. It was like I was just coming from a trip to the convenience store. 

The smile she had on right now reminded me of the same smile she had on my wedding as she acted as my maid of honor. Throughout the whole ceremony she was barely holding back from laughing out loud, as if my wedding was nothing more than a circus parade. 

And I guess she was right. 

In the end I had wasted so many precious years of my life, keeping her toy entertained, hereby and within  reach.

It wouldn't be long before he came crawling back to her.

Then they would repeat their toxic cycle all over again. 

“Yes I'm back,” I affirmed her words even as it formed a lump in my throat, “.. but what's going on here?” I said a gesture towards our parents. They looked at me with a spark of hope in their eyes

“Charlotte, thank goodness you came around, please say some sentences to your sister,” my father pleaded with me to get up on his feet, “is about to ruin the entire green family,” he said, moving his arms in dramatic waves up and down his face. 

Mother was equally if not more over the top. 

“Yes, please talk to her Charlotte…you're one of the only people that can get through! Tell her that she can't cancel her wedding to THE Hayden Maxwell”