Chapter 56 Kill Yourself
After forcing two portions of their breakfast down her throat even though she wasn't hungry, Jessica was asked to oversee the maids and assist them in washing the dishes even though she didn't have to.
Yet she smiled at Michael and said; "yes dad, I will do just that."
"If they break a single plate, Sarah make sure to use the shards to imprint on your face and I won't do anything to stop her because I already warned you." Michael nonchalantly spat out.
She nodded with a forced smile. "Yes dad, I understand. You are truly so kind towards me."
Michael grunted and walked away, sparing one last glance at her like she was a sight that highly disgusted him.
Jessica let out a heavy sigh. She glared at the maids standing behind her. "What are you waiting for? Pack the god damn dishes and go wash them!"
They bowed their heads and hurriedly carried the dishes.
"Break one and I'll not only imprint on your skin, I'll slit your throat with it!" She spat out angrily.
They all made sure to be careful because just as Michael had meant his threat to Jessica, she meant hers as well.
After making sure all the dishes were properly cleaned and arranged, Jessica stormed into Chris' room, ready to let out all of the rage that had been burning inside her.
She slammed the door loudly. "What the actual fck is your problem, Christopher Knowles? Huh? Do you want to tell me?"
He glanced up at her from his bed and returned his gaze back to his phone. He was still stalking Cara and Romeo and their friends. "Do you want to tell me why you barged into my room and started barking at me?"
Her head cocked back. "Barking? Did you just tell me that I'm barking? You just said that your wife is barking, Chris!" Her eyes widened as she yelled.
"Can't you hear the way I'm talking like a normal person should?" His brow arched. "My voice is soft and cool yet audible. But you, you're acting like some-- some ogre or something. Like calm down shrek, I can hear you clearly." He rolled his eyes skyward.
Jessica burst out in a laugh fueled by rage. "I want you to tell me the reason-- give me a sensible reason you have going through your ex wife's Instagram page? Why the fck have you been obsessing over her?"
He rolled his eyes and said nothing. Rather than responding to his yelling wife, he kept refreshing Cara's insta page, hoping for a new post to pop up.
"Hello?! Chris! You cannot keep ignoring me like this! I have told you this before and I will tell you again! I am your freaking wife and I deserve your love and attention! You will not keep treating me like I do not exist! No! I will not allow this! I refuse to contain my rage towards your obnoxious actions!"
All her yelling fell on deaf ears. She felt her blood boil to the extent that her body was about to explode.
She shrieked while pulling at the roots of her hair.
Chris sat up in bed, finally sparing some attention only to shut her up. "Hey will you just shut the fck up, please! I am trying to spend my time on something that I actually like so if you know you are not ready to have a sensible conversation with me then please use the fcking door!"
Tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to fall down her face. She stared at the man that always snuck out of his marital home to come meet her and sleep with her.
The man that told her he loved her more than Cara, the woman he had at home.
The man that told her no one touched him as good as she did, that said no one made him feel as good as she did to him.
She stared at him and tears rolled down her face. Should she never have married him? Should she have just remained as the side chick and not main wife? Should she never had gone as far as getting pregnant just for him to stay with her?
She asked herself all of those questions as she stared teary eyed at him.
Chris rolled his eyes and laid back on his bed. "Fake tears don't move me, Jessica. I've seen you cry so much and it is soo boring." His eyes rolled skyward.
She swallowed hard. When tears failed in moving a man, it was always advisable to take things up a notch.
Truth be told, this time, her tears weren't fake but still, it would take more than water works to make Chris come back to his senses. To bring him back into her hands, to hand over his control to her once again.
She swallowed hard once again. "Chris... I'm going to kill myself." She muttered yet audibly enough for him to hear. "If you will not forget Cara and love me again, I'm going to fcking kill myself. Do you hear me?!" She yelled now. "I'll do it! I'll fcking do it."
Chris stared blankly at her, for a split second, rage flickered across his eyes. He pocketed his phone as he rose to his feet and suddenly grabbed Jessica's wrist tightly and led her out of his room.
"What are you doing?! Let me go! Let go of my hand this instant!" She yelled, struggling to free herself but his grip was very firm.
He dragged her down the stairs and led her into the kitchen. Sarah and Michael, who were sitting in the living room, heard the ruckus and went to find out what was happening.
Ramming her in a corner, he opened the kitchen drawer and took out a sharp knife and forced it into her grip.
Jessica's eyes widened in fear and her heart seized. Her hand trembled around the knife in her grip.
He took out another knife and pointed it at her. "Go ahead Jessie, kill yourself."
"What...?" She muttered, tears wetting her face.
"Fcking kill yourself! Right now! Kill yourself or I will do it for you." His glare defined death.
She froze.