In as much as he wanted to divorce her, he knew deep down he didn't want it, but he couldn't bring himself to trust her anymore, all the words she said felt like plain lies,    When he recalled that they've only been married for two months, he knew he would have to cope with her for the next four months, and he was scared "What if I actually start falling for her again, what if I get swayed and get more hurt" Those words repeated in his heart, and he couldn't just ignore, he wasn't able to stop the thought, they kept replaying like a music on repeat.    Most importantly, he needed his inheritance, his father's trust fund for him, and the one he had been processing from his grandma. He took a deep long breath, listening to everything kitty was saying, he wanted her to shut it already but she kept insisting they should work things out, he didn't wanted that.   And when he told her he rather be with Lucia,

"I will be right there with you soon, wait up for me." Harry said to Jason and hung up before he could respond.   Immediately after the call, Jason kept thinking if it was really okay to marry Lucia,  "No" He muttered out loud, she have always had her eyes for his Casino, he never ever wanted to make the mistake of loosing his Casino. He walked to the kitchen and got a drink, head back to his room.   When he glances around, he got upset seeing all the pictures of himself and Kitty he hung on the wall. After a glass he walked to the first frame and smashed it on the ground, he repeated the same for all the frames hung on the wall. When he got to his mother and father's frame, he held it and burst into tears, he sat on his butt on the floor, sobbing.   He wished his parents were alive, to help him out, the thoughts of them brought back an intense anger, that made him started burning from within. He instantly a

It's been two months and since then kitty have had no conversion with Jason. At every sight of him in the morning, he avoids eye contacts with her. In as much as she was upset with him, her heart still skips a bit. At mere sight, her eyes gathered tears, and when he walks pass her, his scent lingers, making her sniff around remembering all of his touch. Everything he touch, and even the sound of his voice, she craves for it.Sometimes she got up really early just to catch a glimpse of him before he leaves the house, and sometimes she stays up all night waiting for him to come back home, but most nights, he spent it out. No doubt with Lucia, she always thoughts, and in those nights she would cry herself to sleep. She got so used to the routine that she was in a mess, not until- *Beep beep* Her phone rang so loud that she ran out of the bathroom with her toothbrush in her mouth, and her hair wrapped in a towel, she

Lucia could swear those words hit Jason right in his stomach. He tried to gasped for air. He looked extremely agitated, his bottom lips being savaged by his teeth, and his fist clenched as if he was ready to punch someone.  A little stab of guilt pierced him, as he recalled the last words he ever said to Kitty. His last words to her was much heavy-handed and ruthless, and for the past two months he had being reminding her at every sight about their divorce. Still he hoped in his heart, that she never drifted, he never ones imagine her being with someone else other than himself. He was burning inside out, beads of sweats formed all over. As soon as he felt his feet, he took two steps forward but was held back by a force, when he looked behind, it was Lucia, pulling him back. "There is no reason to do this, and especially not here. Let them be." She advised him, but to Jason she was doing it for her own benefits. He h

He was filled with rage, rage that felt as if it would burst open within his heart and consume him. In as much as he tried to control it, he couldn't, just a glance at Kitty his upper lips curved in fury. Every step he took towards, he felt like dragging her upstairs and chaining her to his bed against her will, maybe then-she- no doubt wouldn't be able to go out with her lover.   As he kept applauding her, tears was rolling down his cheeks, his heart was crushing and each sound of his palm against each other twitched his ears.  If he could, he would kiss her, caress her, apologize to her, but his pride wouldn't let him, and the undying rage he was still feeling for her not telling him about Carlos being her father.   In as much he was a man of extreme foresight, he didn't see that coming, and not this either. How could a woman who claimed to love him with all her heart suddenly was going out with another. It was a big blow to J