'Til Death Do Us Part [ Editing ]

Chapter Nineteen

As she made it closer to the door, she immediately looked down and saw a big brown envelope on the floor, which she hesitantly picked up before looking out the window. She saw the retreating back of a black cladded person who had a feminine step but dressed in a man's outfit that seemed oversize on her. She kept her gaze on the person, until the stranger left the environment that she looked away.

Jenna backed away and licked her dry lips then stared down at the envelope between her hands. She swallowed and made her way to the kitchen where she got herself a glass of cold water.

"Why would anyone drop this off, when I'm sure they know no one lives here for now? Whoever did this, may know something I don't," she said and scratched the back of her head before opening the envelope. When she was done, she peeped into the dark envelope and could only make out what looked like photographs, which she pulled out impatiently.

Jenna looked through the photos, nose flaring in anger, eyes changing into a dark gaze and bottom lip between her teeth as she went through the photos of Jonathan in their favorite club with a woman, then another of them in his car kissing, a photo of them on their bedroom and a photo of them another day, walking together in the park talking until they separated after a hug.

"It's been days since I left and killed Vera and my husband is still going around, cheating on me?" She asked in a cracked voice while her eyes started to brim with tears.

Jenna began to breath heavily as she looked through the pictures again before walking briskly to the cooker, put it on and dumped the pictures on the large flames. She watched with tears clouding her eyes as it began to burn slowly. When she saw that they didn't burn properly, she angrily placed her hand on the cooker, for the purpose of picking it up, which burnt her, making her scream in pain and yanking her hand away.

She dropped to the floor and began to cry out in pain and both heartbreak while gripping her burnt hand with the good one. She cried softly and blew on the hurting hand, and when she felt the pain increase, she began to slap the burnt hand on the floor repeatedly, screaming.

"Why?!" She yelled out. "Why, Jon?" She demanded with wet cheeks and a shaking body. "Please, stop hurting me."

"Well, you're never going to stop hurting until you do something about it, dear Jenna," the fake Jenna said after she appeared beside her on the floor.

Jenna raised her head to stare at the woman who had spoken, her face contorted into a frown.

"I've done every damn thing, but he doesn't even realize that I have done all of it for him to know that he belongs to me!" Jenna barked and clenched her wounded hand.

"That's the thing, he doesn't. And running away won't solve it because you're giving him that privilege," the other Jenna said, and laughed.

Jenna sniffed and kissed her teeth then let out a dry laugh. She looked around the kitchen and dropped her gaze on the lit cooker.

"Do I need to eliminate every damn whore around him? Do I? Because I will do it! He's married to me and should respect our holy vows. Why isn't he?" Jenna asked in a broken voice. "That woman in that picture was supposed to be me after all these."

She shut her eyes and opened them, then frowned when she did not see her other self. She stood up sluggishly, put off the cooker and left the kitchen to the living room where she picked up her katana and silently admired the artifact. She pulled the blade out of the sheath and stared at her reflection.

"My master always said; one taste of the forbidden fruit, one lane to death," she said in a dark tone and pointed the blade at the wall in front of her. "No woman born of another can have a taste of that forbidden fruit."