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Chapter 23

Chapter 23

[Marie's POV]

Adrenaline mixed in with anger and frustration fuels the fire I didn't know I had until I unleashed it in the form of my fist smashing into Diena's face.

God that felt good, but I seriously think I broke something cause my hand hurts! They make it look much easier in the movies.

It's like it's all in slow motion but is really a mere couple seconds. Diena's face snaps to the left at the impact, causing her to stumble back into the door. Slowly, she looks back at me with a murderous glint in her eyes as she lunges forward. Surprising me, she takes my hair in her grasp before slamming my body into the door as she yanks my head back, nearly ripping a chunk from my scalp.

My eyes involuntarily water at the death grip she has on my hair. I manage to headbutt her, successfully hindering her hold on me. Taking it to my advantage I manage to switch spots with her, her flush against the door while I twist and pull on her hair, but it doesn't last for long when she suddenly elbows me right in the temple. I fall straight to the floor, grasping desperately at my now throbbing head.

Next thing I know Diena's straddling my waist and I'm pushing at her shoulders and face to get off of me, but she won't budge. To make matters worse, she somehow manages to get her hands around my throat. I gasp for breath, continuing to punch her wherever I can to get her off. But, she won't.

There's yelling and screaming and chairs scraping against the hardwood floors, but I can only pay attention to the death grip this crazy ass bītch has on my neck.

Her controlled yet lethal glare looks almost natural, skilled in a way. And even though I hate that I do, I feel...scared. There's just something about her movement, the way she looks almost calm that freaks me the fuck out.

Someone snatches us both from the floor. I choke on my tears and gasps, pathetically leaning into whoever's holding me up.

Diena on the other hand is fighting against a tall man in a black suit who's pulling her away from me. "You fûcking bītch! You will pay for that! You have no idea who you're messing with! Let me go!"

"Fuck you!" I try to sound threatening but the croak proves just how weak I am.

"I will ruin you - let me go!" The man wraps his arm around her waist, successfully opening the café's entranceway and dragging them both away from the scene.

I don't realize I'm being dragged in the opposite direction until I feel a breeze brush over my skin. I'm breathing so heavily that I'm pretty sure I'm having a panic attack. Yep. Definitely a panic attack.

"Shhhh, calm down." I hear Ethan's soothing voice mumble against my hair.

I shake my head but immediately regret it when I feel the after effects of when Diena hit me there. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to will the pain away but it just makes it worse. I can't help the tears as they stream down my face, momentarily blinding me. My vision blurs in and out and I feel as though the world is on a seesaw or something. I collapse but strong arms catch me before I hit the asphalt.

I instinctively touch my throat protectively. "I'm just so ..." Angry, frustrated, shocked, hurt... scared. I can't help but break into a sob, not being able to finish my sentence seeing as I'm about to choke on my own tears.

Yes, I'm probably being over dramatic, but I'm sure if some chick choked you half to death you'd be in this same position.

I don't even fight against Ethan when his arms tighten around me, gently squeezing me into his chest. "Shhh," he soothes, tenderly rubbing my back as he places gentle kisses on my forehead. "It's alright."

"Nothing about this is alright Ethan." I force myself to say when all I wanna do is sit here and just...be in this moment with him. Just us. But then again, it was never just us.

"I know." He utters.

We sit in silence for a long time. Maybe thirty minutes, maybe even an hour. Most likely not but my raging headache is nearly gone so that's always a plus, I guess.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I whisper low enough that my headache won't come pounding again but loud enough so he can hear me. "I just lost my virginity to you. To a soon to be married man. You know how that makes me feel, Ethan?" I ask rhetorically, "Like complete and utter shît."

"I'm sorry." Ethan sighs, eyes glistening.

"Is that seriously all you have to say?" I lean back to look him straight in his green eyes. "I just got in a fight with your fiancé." I laugh with no humor, "When really I had no right since I'm the other women."

His mouth opens and closes as if he's going to finally say something, but it seems like something changes his mind. Instead he stands, taking me with him. "I should get you some ice-"

I slap his hand away when he lifts it to my neck. Hurt crosses his features and his jaw tenses as if my measly slap actually causes him pain. "Why did you lead me on?"

"Marie-"

"No. Why did you pretend to love me?"

"Stop it." He's gripping my arms, pleading for me to stop but I go on anyways.

"Was it all a game-"

"You don't know-"

"I do know! I know you fucked me over. I know you made me believe a façade. How could you do that to me? What was it, fuck me and then hope that I didn't realize that you have a wife?!"

"You know that meant-means something to me. You know that!" He jerks me forward, forcing me against him and unfortunately my strength is still non existent from the fights so I can't push him away.

"I knew a lot of thing Ethan. One of them was not your engagement to Diena. Now let me go." I calmly say, trying to seem confident and put together but it's obvious I'm hurting.

"I don't want to let you go." Ethan's voice cracks as tears fall over his cheeks.

"Then tell me why the fuck you didn't tell me that your engaged?" I ask, expecting an answer. But he does that open and close his mouth but don't answer thing again.

"Then let me go." I mutter through gritted teeth as tears unwillingly fall from my eyes.

"Marie. Please don't-"

"Don't, what? You're already taken. Last time I checked engaged men don't date women who aren't their fiancé. Quite frankly, I don't need that drama in my life." I manage to wiggle out of his embrace, managing to walk a few agonizing feet away before he speaks again.

"I love you."

I pause in my tracks. People shouldn't have to deal with this amount of heartbreak. Walking away from the one you love, it fucking hurts.

Instead of replying with some dramatic response like "tell that to your fiancé" or a snide "obviously", I keep walking.

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This is probably the halfway/third-way marking point in this story. Thanks for reading!! You guys are awesome 😊 I'm so ready for you guys to read the epic scene that I've got planned that pretty much ties everything together but I have to be patient... I guess lol. Anyway, thanks again for reading! Any and all feedback is welcome😊

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