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"Is it not true? Is everything being said a lie? Is it false that that damn woman is expecting your child?" I confront him, though his silence gives me all the answers. "Answer me! You wanted to talk, so talk!"
"First, let me explain," he retorts, swallowing hard.
"Is this child yours or not?" I demand, disregarding whatever else he wants to say.
His gaze locks onto mine for what feels like an eternity, and it's only after some time that he finally dares to speak.
"Yes, it's mine," he answers, and those three simple words feel like a dagger straight into my chest.
"Fine, you can leave," I say, trying not to appear affected.
"Juliette, please, let me..."
"I SAID GET OUT!" I shout at him.
"Darling."
"Don't you ever call me that again, you fucking bastard!" I spit out, unable to hold back my tears. "You have no idea how much you've hurt me, you disgust me!"
"You need to know I never intended to deceive you, Juliette! Please, I'm a fucking cynic. Yes, it's true I got her pregnant, but it wasn't done consciously."
"Clearly. So you played me knowing you had gotten someone else pregnant and hid it from me all this time?" I ask bitterly.
"No, it's not like that," he says, defeated. "I slept with her... I did it the day you were with that little damn doctor and then we broke up, I went into a bar, I drank, and then I heard nothing of mine..."
"What?" I say in a whisper, unable to believe what I'm hearing.
"When I woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover, she was next to me sleeping. I thought it was a joke, but she showed me a video of us... together."
"No," I shake my head, because I can't stand the pain the man in front of me causes me.
"I just want you to know I didn't mean to do it, you know I had alcohol and added to how upset I was, I didn't think.
"How dare you?" I exclaim incredulously. "How dare you come back and act like nothing happened?"
"I regretted it as soon as I realized what I had done, Juliette," he says with a pained voice.
"Why didn't you tell me, Gérard?"
"I knew you wouldn't forgive me," he admits, sounding defeated.
"And if it hadn't happened, you would never have told me, right?"
"No," he admits as if it doesn't matter.
"You're a fucking liar," I say with hatred, through all the tears I'm shedding.
"Please forgive me."
"Never."
"Juliette."
"Go away," I spit.
"Please forgive me," he pleads, his blue eyes filled with tears.
"Go away and never come back!" I shout. "I never want to see you again in my life."
I tell him one last time, then turn around and walk back into my apartment with Chloé, not giving him the chance to follow me.
When I finally close the door, it's Chloé who keeps me from collapsing to the ground because of the agony I'm in. This is what a broken heart looks like, a shattered soul, and a horrific betrayal for the second time.
This is what it feels like to give everything to someone and be hurt in the worst possible way.
I've never hated anyone in my life; I never thought I could feel this way about someone I loved. I hate him, and this time, the hatred runs deeper than all the love I've ever felt for him.
"I hate him!" I scream with all my might, as Chloé holds me while I lie on the floor. "I hate him, he completely destroyed me."
"I know, I swear I want to kill him," Chloé replies. "Cry, my doll, it's the best thing you can do to release all that pain."
It makes me cling to her even tighter, as if that's possible.
It was unthinkable to me that once again my life would be ruined, that our story would end like this, that he would do this to me. But now I understand that the real idiot here was me, because something that started off wrong could never end well.
I cry for hours, dying inside, broken, shattered, betrayed, unable to stop crying, unable to stop the pain. I want to die because maybe that's the only solution to stop hurting so much.
I lose track of time with Chloé holding me tightly, never letting go. Her presence is what keeps me conscious, and it's the only thing I have left now.
They say that when a woman is truly in love, she's capable of enduring a lot.
She can forgive your mistakes, give you new chances, stay to see if you'll change, and love you unconditionally.
But sooner or later, after all those accumulated arguments, after feeling unjustified guilt, after all those tears, you reach a point where you simply can't bear it anymore, and you know there's no turning back.
You understand there are situations you should never have allowed, that no matter how much you love someone, if they hurt you, you have to walk away.
What happened yesterday was my breaking point. I never thought that as upset as he was with me, I would let myself be degraded that way. I never thought he would disregard me and look away when others humiliated me.
I would never do that, no matter how angry I am, and the proof is that I defended him to my mother even when she was right all along and I was blinded. It's just foolish to believe someone else can be like you.
I would never stay silent if someone hurt the person I love, but therein lies the problem, he's not me; and I don't know if he loves me either. In fact, I bet he doesn't love me, that he never loved me and never will, because I don't even think he's capable of loving himself.
I know you'll think I've been blind all this time and suddenly opened my eyes, but that's not the case; deep down, I always knew it was wrong, but I wanted to hold onto the idea that we could make it through.
I just prolonged something that should have ended long ago, or rather something that should never have happened in the first place.
I looked away because I hoped things would change.