Chapter 4 Confrontation

"What are you talking about?" She laughed nervously, letting go of him to search his face.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" He glared.

"Find out about what? That's clearly a lie." I'd never do that to you." She said, trying to move closer to him again, but he stepped away from her reach. He was not about to fall for her lies.

"Don't touch me." He growled, shocking both her and him. If someone told him a week ago that he'd be running away from his girlfriend's touch he'd laugh in their face or maybe even punch it, but here he was doing just that, repulsed by her presence and to think he was going to propose to her during her favorite holiday Thanksgiving. He shuddered at the thought that If he hadn't gone to his boss today, he wouldn't have found out that the love of his life was a lying cheat.

"Are you doing all of this because of the money I asked for? Is that it? " Her gaze narrowed, "because if you are, then that's just pathetic."

"Save it Steph, I'm not interested in your lies anymore, I have proof of you cheating with Twain, so save yourself the embarrassment and just leave."

She glared daggers at him, and before he could make sense of anything, she began to cry.

A part of him wanted to pull her to his chest and comfort her like he usually did, but that would be stupid. She didn't deserve his comfort or his pity.

"You don't love me anymore, that's why you are doing this, isn't it? You are trying to make it seem like I'm the problem, when it's obviously you!" She sniffed.

He rolled my eyes at her obvious deception. If it were any other day, he would have believed her, but he knew she was a liar now. It hadn't been obvious before because he had been so blinded by love, but now he could see through her like a color-blind person who'd been given prescribed glasses after going without one for years. Everything about her made him recoil in disgust.

"Are you not going to say anything?" She cried even harder as she peered up at him with tears streaked eyes.

"I have important things to attend to, If you don't mind." He told her with a passive expression on his face. He was about to open the door to his car when she slapped his hands off.

"You think you can just leave me?" Her voice turned from a crying toddler to a psychotic, venomous snake.

"Look at me, you fucking piece of shit!" She yelled out when he didn't so much as look at her. He couldn't, not after what he'd found out about her. She was getting on his last fucking nerves too, and he was doing my best to keep his anger in check, but it wasn't easy, especially when she was all up in his personal space.

She began to shove him, pushing him and hitting me, yelling for him to look at her and that he was a coward, but he kept his composure.

Her words were more funny than anything else. He was a coward? He wasn't the one sleeping with his boyfriend's boss and lying about it... He didn't voice out his thoughts out, though. He just watched as she continued to assault him in the middle of the parking lot.

She continued to punch him in the chest area with so much force that he had not realized she even possessed until now.

Jeremy captured her hands when the punches became too much and glared at her.

"Stop this madness, You are embarrassing both of us." He seethed, noticing as passers-by stopped to stare at them curiously.

"Well you've been embarrassing me throughout this stupid relationship. Yes, I am sleeping with Kennedy, at least he knows how to treat a woman, unlike you who is broke and barely employed. The only good thing you have going for you is me!" She spat, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration.

This was the true her, the one he'd been pretending to himself did not exist, and he couldn't help but feel like he had dodged a bullet.

"Thank you for finally showing me your true colors." He said to her, and she slapped him across the face.

"I hate you so much." She seethed in contempt.

"I think it's time you leave before I make a terrible mistake both of us will regret." His voice came out grave and deadly.

"Leave? After everything that we've been through together?" Her voice broke.

"You destroyed us, don't pretend it's my fault." He said quietly.

"Maybe if you weren't so poor and incapable of being a man. You are pathetic, and I guarantee you won't find another woman better than me!"

Her words took him off guard and he burst out laughing.

She blinked at him.

"Hate to break to you, but I've already found someone way better than you. In fact, as of a few hours ago, I am now a married man."

She began to laugh now.

"Please, what woman in her right mind would marry someone like you?"

I brought out my marriage license and showed it to her.

"This one."

He watched as she went through the five stages of grief in less than a second, and he felt the urge to cackle maniacally. He knew he was being petty, but he didn't care, he had a right to be, she had hurt him and sliced his heart in two and to top it off, she had blamed him for it.

Granted, he wasn't always able to provide what she wanted, but he knew he did his absolute best for her.

"You are a fucking bastard, you know that!" She shoved him "After everything I have done for you, you went to marry some woman? Well, I want compensation for putting up with your stupid broke ass all these years. Send me twenty thousand dollars right now."

"Excuse me?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"I said send me twenty thousand dollars!"

"I don't owe you a dime, Steph!"

Her hands connected with his face, and it took everything in him not to immediately swing at her.

"Get out!" He seethed.

"Not without my money!"

"I don't owe you anything and if you don't immediately leave, I'm calling the cops..."

"Fuck you!" She yelled.

He took out my phone and began to dial 911, but before he could place a call she had already started to back away.

"You are going to regret this." She yelled.