'Til Death Do Us Part [ Editing ]

Chapter Four

"J-Jon," Jenna struggled between his feverish kisses, immediately after getting a stronger scent of the feminine perfume on his shirt when she had pushed her body into his. "Let me go!"

Jenna pushed him away and slapped him across his face, causing the man to freeze in shock with his hand on his stinging cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked in a low and deep voice.

Jenna swallowed. "You shouldn't kiss me when you know you've had another woman all over your body."

Jonathan blinked. "What?! What are you saying? Wait, are you trying to call me a cheater? How many times have I told you that I am not cheating on you! Do you even have any evidence of me doing so?"

Jenna huffed. "Yes, I have evidence that you are one. Last week, you came home with a lipstick stain on your shirt and apparently, you were with that so-called bestie on that day! And today you-"

"Shut the hell up! Just keep your mouth shut, Jenna!" Jonathan barked, marched up to her, and gripped her upper arms angrily. His face was contorted into a snarl, as well as his angrily beating heart.

"The truth hurts, right? I can't believe this. We've been married for three years and all these while you've been going to that woman's bed to satisfy yourself and-" Jenna hissed when she fell to the floor after Jonathan pushed her away from his fuming being.

"I am sick and tired of you spewing rubbish. Good night," Jonathan retorted with a grimace before walking out of the house.

Jenna heard him drive out of their driveway and stood up. She stood at a spot as her heart began to beat frantically by the second. She raised her hands to her hair and gripped it hard before throwing the closest object she held, to the ground then grabbed her car key.

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Jenna drove cautiously behind her husband who was a bit further into a serene neighborhood that she awfully remembered and recognized to be the area where Vera lived. With her speed limit low, she watched as he packed his car in an apartment's driveway before she packed her car away from where his car was.

The tear-stricken woman, with bloodshot eyes, stared at her husband as he got out of his car, jogged to the front door of the duplex and knocked. After a while, the door was opened by none other than Vera who gazed up at him in worry. Jenna felt her heart constrict harder in pain, when they hugged each other before walking inside.

"No!" Jenna yelled while banging the steering wheel with her fist. "This cannot be happening to me! Not me, God. Please, not me. It can't be me again."

Jenna began to cry softly and rested her head on the steering wheel, her shoulders jerking as she cried harder. After a few seconds, she sniffed and slowly raised her head then kept her irritated eyes on the front door. She looked away, took her phone and dialed Gloria's number.

After the second ring, she picked up.

"Gloria?" She called in a wounded tone.

"Jenna? Are you feeling okay?"

Jenna sniffed. "Can we meet up, please? I just need someone to talk to right now."

"Uh, okay. It's kinda late but meet me at the park. My parents are at home and you know how they don't like visitors. Even though this is my house."