Don't Be My Ex✔️

•Chapter twenty 4•

Bianca's voice thundered through the room, her words echoing off the walls as she wiped away tears with a towel. Her hair was disheveled, and for the first time, he saw her eyes in their natural state, free from the veil of colored contacts and mascara. Her gaze was red-rimmed, a testament to the days of tears she had shed. Her face was splotchy, and her eyes seemed sunken, a stark contrast to her usual polished appearance.

He took a deep breath and began to confess, his words tumbling out like a pent-up storm. He revealed his relationship with Serwaa, the cheating, and the guilt that had haunted him since. He couldn't fathom why Bianca had forgiven him so easily, why she had agreed to marry him without hesitation. It was as if she had erased the past with a mere utterance: "I understand."

But he knew better. Bianca's forgiveness was a thin veneer, a mask that concealed her true emotions. He had spent five months trying to make amends, trying to atone for his mistakes. And now, he needed time to confront his own demons, to face the pain he had buried deep within.

"I just need some time to myself, Bianca. That's all I ask," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation, hoping she would understand, hoping she would see the torment that ravaged his soul.

He couldn't help but wonder why he had denied the truth for so long, why he had refused to see Bianca for who she truly was. He had no problem confronting Serwaa, lashing out at her with anger and hurt, but when it came to Bianca, he found himself tongue-tied, unable to express the doubts that had been plaguing him. Was it fear? Was it the need to hold on to something, anything, that resembled love? He didn't know, but he knew he couldn't continue living a lie.

"Bianca's voice was a desperate whisper, her words tumbling out in a frantic plea as she clung to Kofi's shirt, her tears soaking into the fabric like a torrent of despair. Her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, locked onto his, begging for mercy, for understanding. "I love you, Kofi, please, please listen to me. I swear on my life, I had nothing to do with Serwaa's disappearance. I only recently found out about your past, and I'm glad you told me, baby. Maybe this is God's way of giving us a fresh start. We can go back to the UK, anything, just don't leave me, don't abandon me like everyone else has."

Her arms wrapped around him like a vice, holding tight as if she'd never let go, as if she'd drown in the abyss of his departure. Kofi stood rigid, his luggage still clutched in his hand, as Bianca's tears wet his chest, her body trembling against his like a leaf in a hurricane. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing this would be their last embrace, the final farewell before the storm of their relationship fully engulfed them.

"Bianca, I..." Kofi's voice trailed off, unsure of what to say to convince her, to soothe the savage beast of her desperation. The more he stayed, the more he yearned to leave, to escape the suffocating grip of her need. Bianca kicked his luggage aside and wrapped his arm around her, pulling him close with a strength that belied her fragile frame.

"I swear, Kofi, I have nothing to do with Richard. He works with my dad, if anyone's guilty, it's him, not me," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, her words a gentle caress that sent shivers down his spine. She caressed his lips with hers, seeking a kiss, her mouth a soft, insistent pressure that threatened to unravel his resolve. Her lips sucked softly on his lower lip, and Kofi's control began to fray, the threads of his resistance snapping like a worn rope.

"Bianca, stop..." he protested, his voice a weak whisper, a dying gasp of a man drowning in the sea of her desire. But she ignored the frustration in his eyes, the warning signs of a man on the edge, and curled her lips into a smile as she unbuttoned his shirt with a slow, deliberate grace.

"Make love to me, Kofi, like we used to. I promise everything will go back to normal. You haven't touched me in months, Kofi," she tearfully pleaded, her eyes welling up with tears like a fountain of despair, her voice a siren's call that threatened to lure him back into the depths of their toxic love.