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At this point, I couldn’t hold the tears back even if I shouldn’t be the one in crying. Rage boiled within me, my emotions wreaking havoc throughout my body. The intensity of what I was feeling burned me inside, and if I let it all out, it would cause a massive fire.
“Yes, and don’t act like some kind of saint. You have done worse. I thought that part of your life was over,” she said with glossy eyes.
“Ciara, this is all a lie! Can’t you see that? I’m not that person anymore, and you know that.”
Did he cast a spell on everyone?
“Stop already. Don’t you have any shame left in you? You could have gone for anyone, Chloe! Why him? He is my best friend’s fiancé.”
“Was, and don’t talk to her like that,” Tristan corrected, stepping forward.
“Can you please not say anything?” I said, looking up at his face, his blond hair now a mess.
His expression softened as he met my eyes, making him look like a lost puppy, except a monster lurked within that softness he let on.
“I can’t just stand here and watch her speak to you like that,” he said withfakeconcern.
“What do you think Mom and Dad are going to say?” Ciara questioned me.
“I’m going to explain everything to them. At least they will listen to me,” I said, feeling hopeful.
“You’re a tramp,” she said in disgust, walking away.
I dug my nails into my palms. I could burst into flames from the anger consuming me.
“Are you okay?” Tristan asked, leaning closer to my right ear.
Clenching my fists, I turned around and punched him in the nose. The congregation gasped.
“I. Hate. You,” I said, grabbing my purse from my seat and using it to hit him.
I felt drained and frustrated. My only option right now was to show a pregnancy test to my family. I was tired of fighting everyone, trying to explain that this psycho was lying.
Touching his nose, Tristan stared at me like he hadn’t expected that from me.
“I will fight for our love, no matter how much you resist it. We deserve to be happy,” he said, stepping forward.
I wanted to give up. The rage flowing through my cells could turn me into the Hulk right now, which I would love so I’d be able to smash Tristan into a doormat.
I needed someone to believe me, someone to listen to me. I had never felt so invisible in my life. I took a deep breath and did the only thing I could think of. I screamed. The scream stretched on as my vocal cords tried to keep up. The whole church went silent, and for the first time, I saw regret mixed with fear written all over Tristan’s face.
“I don’t know anything about this man. I’m not pregnant. If someone can get me a pregnancy test right now to prove to everyone he is lying, I will wait,” I cried, the tears running down my cheeks to my chin.
I wished someone would listen to me, but as I looked around the room, they were all quiet, just staring at me like I was the psychopath here.
I was desperate, so I took off one of my heels and brought it close to my stomach. “If I have to push the tip of this heel into my stomach to get you to trust me, I will,” I said.
I could never do it, but I needed to push him to tell the truth. I already had enough scars to conceal.
I could see the fear on everyone’s face, Tristan’s included.
“Tell them the truth, or I will do it,” I dared him.
“Please, think of the future of our baby,” he said, stepping closer but I stepped back. “Chloe, put that shoe away, and we can talk this out,” he said calmly, as if he were trying to tame a wild beast.
“You are not gonna get away with this. After I get out of here, I’m going to the pharmacy to get a pregnancy test, and I will sue your psychotic ass for defamation of character,” I said with gritted teeth.
“Sure, but you need to be alive to do that,” he said, taking another step closer.
