Chapter 2 What do I do

(Bella)

I place the last plate on the table and smiled to myself. I made Dean's favorite, and everything's perfect for this evening.

I check my watch, Dean should be here in no time. I stared at the table once more, checking if everything is in place.

The candles are where it should be, the flowers are too. Perfect, everything's perfect.

I hear the sound of Dean's car and my smile widens. I stand beside the dining, in my sexy as fuck dress, hoping to welcome my husband.

But then the door opens to a furious Dean. I have no idea what this is. My smile wears off in an instant as I take in Dean's expression. This isn't how I pictured this evening to be.

But then the cold reality of the situation hits me hard as I followed him into our bedroom, harder than anything has in a while.

*****

"You were a whore Bella and you're still a whore. Jezz, what was I thinking?" Dean lashes out angrily as he threw pictures of me around the room.

I haven't seen Dean this angry, it scares me to the pit of my stomach.

"I swear, Dean. This is all a lie, a mistake, a conspiracy," I wail, on my knees as I beg him to listen to me just this once.

"Shut the fuckk up, Bella. I'm done listening to you," he seethes. "My mom was right all along, a pig will always remain a pig," he spits the words out, like venom, unfiltered.

My heart aches hearing those harsh words from him.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I sobbed, but those tears doesn't move Dean, not anymore.

My once loving husband, who stood his ground that I was his soulmate, who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, against his family.

He didn't care about their opinion of me.

A stripper, an exotic dancer but none of that mattered to Dean. He loved me and married me against all odds.

"You still crave that life. Don't you?" He fumes, charging towards me, eyes blood shot.

"Hot shot Bella, great body, every man's spec. You left that life behind just because I married you and not because you really want to, right?" He spat.

I shake my head fervently. "No, Dean. I called it quit because I loved you," I say, amidst sobs.

"You know nothing about love, Bella." He says, his voice thick with emotion. "If you loved me, you won't betray me like this. You wouldn't fuckk around, not one, not two, not fucking three, Bella. You're a pig," he yells at me, for the very first time.

Where's Dean, the sweet man I married?

"Please, Dean. Listen to me. I'd never do that to you. I love you, please believe me." I cried out.

He chuckles maniacally. "If anyone had told me you'd hurt me like this. After everything I sacrificed to be with you." He says and paused.

"Wasn't I good in bed? Didn't I spoil you enough? What the hell did those fuckers give you that I couldn't?," he grips my hand, and when I stare into his eyes, I saw how much he was hurting, how much he believed all those lies, how much he's not willing to listen.

I shake my head in tears. "No one has ever touched me since I met you, Dean. It's the truth,"

He chuckles, a bitter, amused one. "You're a pathetic liar and even worse, you're a pretender. You stand there and still lie to my face?" He spats, infuriated.

If I didn't know Dean well enough, I'd be scared of him hitting me. But Dean is nothing like that and it breaks my heart that after two years of marriage he still doesn't trust me enough.

But then again, looking at this pictures.. I'm lost for words. There's more to this, more than neither me nor Dean knows.

I'm as shocked as he is...

How the hell did this pictures come about?

Dean lets go of my hand and walks over to the drawer, as I wince from the impact of his harsh grip.

He comes right back with a container, and my eyes strayed.

He threw it at me. "You never wanted to get pregnant, you didn't want to ruin your perfect body, you never wanted to carry my child," he says, his voice a thick coating of hurt.

I pick the container up, wide-eyed. Birth control pills.

How the hell did this get into this room?

"Look.... Look, Dean," I stutter. "I didn't know how this got here, I swear. Of course I want to have your child,"

He stares at me in disbelief. "Liar!" he yells. "You're a pathetic Liar, Bella. What was I thinking? Getting you out of that shit hole, hoping for your redemption?," he snorts. "I was stupid, falling for someone like you. You're meant for the streets Bella, and that's where you'd always be," he snickers.

I can hardly grasp a breath, it feels like my heart is being rippled apart.

My once perfect marriage just turned into a nightmare in a snap of a finger.

Who did I offend?

Dean runs his hand through his hair frustratingly as he pace up and down while I cry my eyes out.

He let me cry, something he's never done before. I've never had to shed a tear since I met Dean.

If there's anything like perfection, that would be Dean.

A man I met and my life changed for the better.

Ashley would always say that I bashed myself a trophy and wished to have a man like him. Indeed Dean is a trophy, a trophy in a man.

And now all of that sweetness is about going down the drain.

Dean cast me a once over glance, more like a death stare and walks to our closet. Pulling my clothes and throwing them out.

I panicked. God, I'm finished.

"Dea- Dean what are you doing?" I stuttered, moving closer, a teary mess.

He turns, fixing me with a scary look. "Just like trash, Bella. I'm throwing you out. I'm done, you know this a deal breaker for me. I can't even look at you, you disgust me," he spat as he continued throwing my clothes out.

"No, Dean. Let's talk this out. You can't possibly do this, where do I go from where?"

He turns again, a taunted smirk on his face. "Oh, you know exactly where to go. A slut like yourself can't be stranded. Just take some few bucks from them niggas and let them fuck you. That's what you're best at anyways,"

"Stop it, Dean!" I breathed out, another round of tears came flooding down my cheeks. "You promised never to use my past against me,"

"And never have I!" He yells back. "But then you just showed me that's who you truly are. A fucking slut, a filthy one at that,"

"Please, Dean," I pleaded again, tired.

"Go back to the streets, that's where you belong." He fumes. "Get out of my life and never come back. I'm done,"

I crawl to him, holding his legs. "Please, Dean. Don't throw away the beautiful life we had,"

He pulls his leg away forcefully and I fell. "I don't want to get back here and meet you," he spat, his eyes filled with disgust.

"My attorney will send the divorce papers across and you're going to sign them!" he spat, and with that he picks his car keys and storms off, leaving me shattered and heartbroken.