'Til Death Do Us Part [ Editing ]

Chapter Ten

"Aw, did you miss me, hubby?" She asked and craned her neck. "I wasn't too far, ya' know. So, did you miss me?"

Jonathan ignored her question. "Where the hell have you been?!"

"Ssh, please. I am back and need rest, okay?" Jenna began to make her way to the grand steps ahead of her but paused. "Oh, can I get a pack of your Cigarettes? Those expensive one you always banned me from? I'm suddenly in the mood to take a good smoke."

Jonathan frowned deeper and looked his wife up and down, his brown eyes filled with confusion and concern. He sighed and crossed his muscled arms over his chest.

"What's wrong with you?" Jonathan asked with his frown still glued to his face. "And where have you been for four days? I need answers from you, Jenna."

"Why don't you call Becky?" Jenna flipped back and continued her walk up the steps and into their bedroom.

Her eyes roamed the room in disgust and her fists clenched beside her in anger. She bit her bottom lip and exhaled then marched into their walk-in closet where she began to fish through the drawers, leaving clothes scattered until she found the familiar red box of her husband's Cigar. She opened it and took one out then searched for a lighter in the same drawer. When she found one, she lit the end of the brown cigar and took a long drag then blew out the smoke through her teeth.

She chuckled. "This is just the beginning. You'll pay, Vera. You'll pay dearly and I swear on the vows of my marriage that you'll pay."

Jenna flickered her hair and walked out of the closet, and straight to the low wooden table under the hanging television in the room, where some bottles of different strong alcoholic brands sat. She poured herself a generous amount of the honey colored drink into a glass cup, and picked the glass then took a huge gulp and ended up coughing from the burn.

"This situation demands music," she said and took another drag from the fat brown cigar then put on the television and tuned it to a music channel and increased the volume of the banging song.

She began to move to the beat, drink in one hand and the cigar in the other. The saddened woman heard Jonathan knock on the door, making her walk to the door and opened it.

"What?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"What's wrong with you? You're scaring me, honey," Jonathan stated, his brown eyes filled with worry.

Jenna looked him from his feet, slightly muscled legs and his taut upper body then his face, the face that was part of the reason she fell in love with him. The way his eyes held emotions, the way his lips kissed every part of her body, the way his hair fell effortlessly over his face, she fell in love with a lot and she hated that she did.

"Go to hell," she said in a hard tone, shut the door and locked it.

As if the universe hated her, the song ended and another played, which was a depressing song that suited her situation, that it made her throw her glass of drink across the room and drop the cigar before falling to her knees and began to weep.

At a point when she had had enough of the song, she stood up, approached the television, picked up a bottle from the table below the tv, backed away and tossed it at the television, which cracked but didn't stop the music.

"Stop playing!" She yelled, marched over to the television and forcibly shook it until it crashed to the floor.

Jenna flickered her gaze back to the door when Jonathan began to knock continuously on the door, which aggravated her the more.

"Did you see what he's caused you?"

Jenna gasped and turned around to the exact version of herself from the beach, sitting on the bed with a crooked smile.

"I've seen it. So what?!" she asked the one sitting down.

"I'm not sure you do because you're not supposed to be in this house and act all calm when you're supposed to act like the strong woman that you are. You should be teaching him a big lesson for pulling you into such a depressing life," the fake Jenna said in a hard tone.

Jenna nodded. "Oh, my God. That's true. Why do I keep forgetting?"

"Because you still love him," a second Jenna stated close to her ear.

"I-I don't know," Jenna whispered and looked at the two of herself in the room who did nothing but to roll their brown eyes.

"You should not even think of loving such a despicable man. He has caused you your heartbreak and this weakness," the sitting Jenna stated.

"Yes, you should be strong and let the world see it!" The one beside her stated in her ear in a louder voice.

"Men like him deserve destruction. End this marriage or stop that harlot!" They hollered repeatedly.

Jenna shut her ears while shaking her head. She began to breath heavily and deeply, even hearing her own heartbeat.

"Revenge is the key," they echoed.

"Fight for yourself."

"Revenge is the key."

"Fight for yourself."

"Revenge."

"Fight."

"Revenge!"

"Fight!"

Jenna screamed with her hands on her ears.

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