Before I would feel bad, but now, I didn’t have
any feelings for him.
I broke free and slapped him.
“I let you go, why are you still coming around?
You are so disgusting!”
He was being pathetic.
He wanted both.
He had the black rose, now he wanted the
white.
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2:25
He was looking at me, hurt, and his eyes were
red.
I looked up to see him coming. I rubbed my forehead, wanting to get rid of him.
“I didn’t want you in the spotlight, it was my fault. I’m sorry.”
He was pale, and almost crying.
“Come back with me. We are supposed to get
married.”
I had wanted to leave with him before.
But we were not meant for each other. “My fiance isn’t you.” I said cruelly.
I greeted him and showed him my arm,
revealing the tattoo.
Jake’s eyes were red. “I wanted to wait before we slept together, but I’m a man too!”
When I didn’t say anything, he said, “Sarah, I’ll
change! Don’t hate me. Don’t say things you
don’t mean.”
He knew what he had done, he was blaming
- me.
I looked at the man I had once loved.
His “love” was all his need for safety.
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He punched him, and Jake was bleeding.
“Get over yourself. You’re just a cheater. Stop
making excuses, you’re pathetic.”
My fiance was angry.
He held me close, so Jake knew that I was his.
“The baby was an accident. She cut a hole in
the condom herself. I didn’t want that.”
“I was worried about you, so I let her stay, but
she is gone now.”
“You know I have always loved you!”
I started crying and laughing at how ridiculous
he was.
I just kissed him to end it.
“I’m not saying things I don’t mean. I’m in love with someone else, you’re not good enough.”
I looked at my tattoos. He had already
contacted someone to have them removed.
His words and actions were obvious.
“Thank you for the butterfly, they’ve set me
free.”
He said, “Our wedding is at the end of the
month, you can come have a drink.”
He wasn’t worried, Jake was just helping him.
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He was sad that it had taken so long.
He held me close, it was too bad about the
past.
We walked away, Jake stood there, crying.
I didn’t see that Jake had asked for an
invitation to our wedding.
He was only being polite.
His hands were getting white holding on to the
invitation.
Jake said, “After you two are married, I won’t
be a problem. I just want to see her one more
time…”
He looked at the photos of her, she looked
happy, she never looked that happy with him.
He had a ton of work to do.
He had been so busy he hadn’t seen her all
week.
He made Jake get fired, it was obvious he
wasn’t busy enough.
Our wedding was huge, a celebrity wedding.
It was on every channel, everyone was
watching.
Brenda tried to interrupt, but the guards took
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her away.
I walked down the aisle with him.
I saw his points at 100%.
I whispered, “I won.”
“”
He said, “My mission was to save you, but love
is love.”
He kissed me and said that he’d never leave
- me.
I believed him.
Jake was in the corner, his eyes red, he shook
his head and left.
I smiled, ignoring him.
Later I learned that being a billionaire’s wife
was hard.
He had changed for me. He wasn’t a
workaholic, but he also made the family
business run well.
People called him a “housewife“, but he didn’t
care.
He didn’t want to drink anymore.
I found a job that I liked. It wasn’t as big as
what he did, but I was happy.
I donated money to a few charities.
I didn’t need to check with him. I could make all
the decisions.
Marriage was equal, and he respected me and my choices.
I found out what happened to Jake and Brenda.
He told me one day. I looked up from my book. I
barely remembered them.
Brenda had refused to get an abortion, and
then she lost the baby three months later.
Jake was drunk all the time, and after that, he
took away her plane ticket.
I told him what I thought of it, then Jake was
fired, he had assaulted her.
He lost everything and was miserable.
Brenda was beat up, he just watched.
Brenda had damaged her body, and was
banned from her job.
They were a mess.
Then she burned down their house with Jake
inside.
I listened to this sad story.
He just laughed. “Everyone has their own
ending, and we aren’t them.”
I listened to this sad story.
He just laughed. “Everyone has their own
ending, and we aren’t them.”
My story didn’t have an ending.
They got what they deserved, and we were
going to move forward together.
The End
