Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 12

I laughed maniacally. I looked intently at his eyes after. The eyes mirrored the soul. I want to see why Atlas was doing this, but in the end, I gave up and shook my head.

"I badly want to rest, Atlas. I already know that I'm hard headed." I walked away.

"I hate you, Olive," I heard him enunciated.

I stopped my pace. I blinked my eyes to suppress my tears from coming out. I clutched my chest because it felt painful. I tried to breathe in and out to calm myself but I lost.

It hurts when the one that I love said those words. It stabbed me in my heart.

I thought my heart wouldn't break even more, but I guess I was wrong. Atlas' words were like a silent gun that hit me hard and killed me. I was left in pieces, wrecked.

"Jen is my first love, Olive."

My tears cascaded down when I heard what he said. Jennefer. Who will forget that name? That was the name that made my nightmares.

"We have dreams. And I hate you because you're manipulative! You didn't even give her a chance! You killed her! She ended her life because of you!"

I shook my head at Atlas. I never killed that girl. She killed herself. She couldn't accept the fact that Atlas will be married to me. I know, I manipulated the forced marriage but I never told the girl to lose her sanity. I never told her to end her life. Why can't Atlas accept that?

"I never killed her, Atlas. She killed herself," I firmly said even if I felt like he couldn't hear those words anymore.

"Because of you! Because you're cunning! You threatened her! For what? To have me?!"

I turned my back to him.

"That's not true!" I shrieked. Even if I was shivering cold, I still shouted at him. Atlas' hand went to my cheek. My tears suddenly stopped as I felt the pain.

It hurts.

Atlas made me feel two kinds of pain at the same time. Physical pain and mental pain. But, the emotional pain that he could give was more painful for me. It's been ten years. It's been ten years of enduring everything.

"You didn't even respect my decision! I don't like you!" Atlas emphasized the last remark.

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Atlas kissed me rough. Like he could erase his anger through a kiss. I tasted the blood from my lips. I badly wanted to push him away but just like every time, I couldn't. His arm was snaked around my waist while his other hand held my head.

I shook my head when he let go of my lips. My eyes were full of begging while staring at him. He was staring at me, too. I forcefully pushed his body using my hands.

"No, Atlas. Please," I whispered.

Atlas shook his head and pulled me close to him. He bit my lower lip so I'll ope n my mouth. It hurts, but after a while, it changed. Its rhythm became calm, like it was enthralling me. Like every pain he inflicted can vanish because of it.

I closed my eyes. My body was almost frozen in cold but it has always been a slave for Atlas. I'm a slave that even after all the pain he brought, I'd still give in. All of my defense immediately collapsed.

I let Atlas do everything. How he took my wet clothes off, how he stripped in front of me, and how he gently carried me up.

I watched him as he walked. From his prominent jawline, his aristocratic nose, his bushy eyebrows, and to his black eyes that always brings me to another dimension. I have a lot of uncertainties but I know that I'm not a rock. I like what Atlas was doing because it's different from what he always did. I want it because I felt like I had a space for his heart.