Chapter 2 WHEN YOUR WORLD CRUMBLES

~Rose

I couldn't stand and watch what was going on anymore. It hurt so much. Why did it hurt so much when he was a stranger? Or rather, when he was someone I could hardly recall?

I stormed out of the bathroom with David in tow. I didn't stop until I got to my room in the mansion. I pushed open the door and slammed it behind me.

Such a temper! I didn't think I'd have one but then again, I didn't know myself- I couldn't remember who I was.

"Rose, listen to me. You're over reacting so much."

I scoffed, I can't believe he just said that.

"I can't believe you just said this to me. You were out there fu*king up some chick on our own wedding day. Is that how much you loved me?" I asked him with pain seeping into my voice.

Now, I understood why it hurt me so much. I was told that he loved me and he showed me just that until now. I believed that he did, even when I remembered none of it. That was why it hurt me so much.

He reached out to me with an outstretched hand but I moved away from him. The space in the room was enough to fit fifty people, "Come baby, you don't have to be so angry. It's really nothing. She's nothing to me."

"Don't you get it? This is blatant disrespect. She might be nothing to you but did you have to do it on this day? This important day?" I asked him with my voice raised in anger.

"Okay yes, I admit it is wrong. Now, can we just get past this already and move on?" He asked.

What hurt me the most was how he was so nonchalant and ignorant about what he had Just done. Did it mean nothing to him that his newly wedded wife caught him on the day of their wedding, knocking up some chick in my father's house?

I was so stunned and shocked that I didn't know what to say to him.

He took a step closer to me and snaked his hands around my waist as he pulled me close to him, "you don't have to get so worked up on this day. All you have to do is stay pretty, wait for me to say goodbye to the guest, take you out and have a really good time, eh?"

There was a sadistic smile spread across his face, like he was enjoying just how miserable I was. He was enjoying the argument we were having.

I pushed him off my body, "you disgust me right now." I said to him, "I don't think I want to be with you tonight. Can you leave me alone?" I told him and turned from him, unable to look at him in the face anymore.

I placed one hand over my waist while the other one rested on top my forehead as I tried to massage it and make the ache go away, "and to think I actually believed that you loved me and that we were such lovely couples that my father even wrote it as a mandate to get married to you." I mumbled to myself, then I turned to him, trying in futility to bottle it all up, "what else are you all lying to me about?" I yelled in so much anger and pain.

"My gosh, I'm so stupid!" I exclaimed and turned away from him.

I heard him scoff, there was something like pain, etched in it.

"Indeed you are and I can't blame you." He said menacingly.

I turned to him with furrowed brows, unable to fully grasp what he just said, more like unable to believe what he just said to me,

"What did you just say?" I felt the need to ask and indeed I did.

"That you're so dumb and I don't blame you. I blame the freaking accident that wiped off half of your memories, literally half of your entire life was erased in that accident." He suddenly raised his voice back at me.

My eyes were wide with shock at his sudden outburst.

"Yes, we were once the cutest couple. At first, your father was against us being together, but thanks to Amanda, we started to make it work. However, it seemed as though you had suddenly changed, or perhaps, it was who you were from the very start but, I was just too blinded by love to think of you any differently from the sweet girl I met back in college."

He let out another pain infused scoff and I could see that the rim of his eyes were growing watery with tears.

"You started going out to parties a lot, meeting up with your equally dumb friends. Every night you were brought home by one guy or the other, mostly drunk."

No, that couldn't have been me. It wasn't me he was talking about. I couldn't have been that type of person. It didn't make any sense to me, nothing did.

"That doesn't prove anything, David." I said sternly, refusing to accept the validity of what he was saying, "I mean, how is it that a few drunken nights are enough to give you enough reasons and conviction to cheat on me on our freaking wedding day?"

"That's because I caught you doing the same." He answered coldly.

What-

"What are you talking about?" I asked him as I suddenly felt my palms become sweaty and clammy with anxiety.

"I caught you that night. Naked, three men on top of you. You were moaning as each of them took turns at having your body, at digging themselves so deep into you. It was the worst night of my life. I had seen you with my own two eyes. You were satisfied and enjoyed it all and you weren't very drunk seeing as you chased after me that night." The tears in his eyes were slowly falling and he didn't feel it.

"Three-"

"Yes three, Rose. Three." He yelled at me with so much anger that his veins popped from the side of his neck and at the side of his head. "You want proof? I'll give you proof!"

He walked past me, bumping his shoulders into mine roughly as he left.

I just stood there, battling with my mind. Trying very hard to conjure a flicker of memory. Anything at all but it only left me feeling useless and my head aching even more than it was.

Few minutes later, he stormed back into the room and threw a bunch of photographs at me.

"You want proof. Well, there it is."

I picked up the photos and checked them out one by one. A lump grew in my throat and my eyes were filled with tears that blurred my vision.

It was one of my clothes I had seen in my wardrobe the night I was brought back home from the hospital. The zip was open and the dress was hanging very low on my waist while my legs were spread out over a man. It was my hair and the bed looked like-

I turned to the bed and the walls around me. It looked the same as the one in the pictures.

I gasped and threw the photographs away, like it burned my skin.

"Neither your father nor Amanda ever let anyone in and you were so drunk that you forgot that you had CCTV cameras all over the house. Your father was very enraged but since he already liked me so much, he begged me to look over it but guess what?"

He bent low so that his eyes and mine would be on the same level, "I could never forget. I haven't forgotten and I don't think I ever will. Every time I look at you, all I see is your betrayal."

His voice was menacing and his words cut a deep hole in my heart. I couldn't believe that I was that kind of person. He stood up and made to leave the room.

I swallowed hard and managed to find my voice and ask him, "then why- why did you agree to get married to me?"

My head ached so much as a result of the tears that were pooling from my eyes.

"Because your father liked me so much he didn't think any man out there would be able to put up with his precious daughter like I did. It was the only way to get you to stop your promiscuous lifestyle. But that didn't sit well with you at first. You ran out of the house, ignoring your father and I who were willing to accept you regardless, and got into that bloody accident." He paused, "that was how you got to this point. You caused it."

Those were his final words before I heard the door banging shut. My world crumbled before my very eyes at that moment.

This revelation was enough for me to wish I had never woken up from the coma I was in- to wish I had died in the accident.