Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 27

The night was silent. Only my muffled sobs can be heard throughout the house. I was punching Atlas' chest with my right hand while I was holding his shirt with my left hand. I don't even know if my punches had strength. All I know is that I want Atlas to feel the pain he made me feel for ten years. For making me feel worthless.

I cried my heart out. I wasn't ashamed even if he saw the weak side I've been hiding for so long. I just wanted to cry in all the pain and suffering I've endured since the moment I decided to love Atlas. From the moment I forced our marriage.

I am dying and hurting inside from the pain that only I can understand. It's unbearable for me but I am trying. I want to take this opportunity to do something.in favor of both of us. That's why I don't understand why he doesn't want to let me go even if we're just hurting each other.

My chest tightened and I could hardly breathe but I tried my best to look at him straight in his eyes. I also stopped punching him. I know that my eyes were filled with tears but I care less. I want him to understand that I am tired and unhappy.

"You're like that everytime, Atlas. You're good at hurting me. It's easy for you to inflict pain on me." I stopped and gasped for air. I calmed myself down from crying. "Aren't you happy? Is it not enough? Because I'm so tired, Atlas. This heart is drained!"

I lowered my head and pointed to his heart. I pushed it repeatedly, as if he could feel the same pain I felt through that. When I got tired, I stopped and moved away a little bit. I looked at him again and shook my head. I saw how his expression changed but it didn't stop me from walking away.

I wiped my tears while walking and tried my best to calm myself. I left Atlas in the hallway and headed to my room. I abruptly took my luggage and put my clothes inside. I placed all the important things and left.the unnecessary ones. I'm determined to do this. This is the best for the both of us.

I took my phone on top of my study table. I roamed my eyes around the room. This had been my haven from then until now. It witnessed all my muffled cries. It comforted me from all the pain.

Finally, I left the room. I walked towards the door and saw Atlas standing near the door. He was looking at me intently. His hands formed a fist while his jaw clenched. I can clearly feel his hard stare, but I didn't budge. I walked past him and entered my car. It was parked in the backyard so it was easy for me. I instantly opened it using the car key and put my luggage in the backseat.

"Olive!" he shouted.

Atlas' voice roared in the middle of the night. Luckily, the houses here in South Ridge are located a long distance from one another, so the neighborhood won't hear his shout and cause commotion. I didn't back down. I only glanced at him standing by the veranda before entering my car.

"Hello, Ate Olive! Mama wants to talk to you. She just got off from the terminal. Papa and I picked her up," she said.

"Okay, Lek," I mumbled. I looked at my wrist. It's exactly twelve midnight. Her travel from here to San Vicente was quite long. I bet she's already exhausted, but she chose to call me first instead of resting.

"Hello, dear?" she said from the other line.

"M-Mama."

I cursed inwardly for stuttering. I gulped a few times to remove the lump in my throat. I don't know what to say to my in-law. I'm scared that once I open my lips again, I'll just break into tears. I'm scared that they'll find out what happened. I'm scared that I'll end up hurting them because of my decision.