The Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Blessing&Curse

Playing all my songs about break ups while writing this. Sorry for the dudes who said no drama >.<

Alison's POV.

Silence.

It creeps through the cracks of the door and winds into the room, blanketing the area in heavy wisps of smoke.

My eyes are trained on the rich carpet of burning red, voice cracking as I speak, "Why?"

Nothing has to be said.

He understands.

He knows.

There's no answer though. No answer that would satisfy me.

I lift my head, eyes teary, "Why Blake? Why?"

He keeps his head bowed but from where I am sitting I can see his hands quivering in his lap.

And suddenly it all comes back.

Everything.

Like waves crashing against the shoreline with increasing intensity, everything returned.

Screams echo through my mind. Affection whispers lingering in the background as the ball of black and pink in the middle of it all steadily begins to grow.

The pain is back.

It stabs me like thousands of knives digging themselves into me, relentlessly. Words.

And the blood. Tears.

The blood falls like never before, gushing through my wounds and staining the white sheets under neath me.

A pure white.

The innocent. The pure.

The whole.

And I can smile bitterly as he mutters strings of apologies, eyes brimming with tears.

"I love you."

I never loved you.

"You were the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You were never enough.

"You're my everything."

You are nothing to me.

I can't do this.

His words. His appearance. His smell.

Everything about him.

It was both a blessing and a curse.

I want to cry. I want to smile.

I want to scream and yell that I hate his very presence. I want to hug him and kiss him until I am yearning his touch.

I don't know what I want.

"Stop!"

And he does, mouth immediately snapping shut and eyes softening as tears fall from my lashes, hitting the plush carpet underneath me.

"Stop."I whisper, "Stop lying."

This wasn't real.

He was supposed to hate me. Supposed to treat me like dirt beneath his shoes. Supposed to kick me until I am left bleeding.

But this, this was not right.

This change.

The soft words. The smiles. The flowers. The affectionate touches.