Revenge on my Ex-Husband

5. I STILL WANT ELI

AUBREY’S POV

“I can’t do it,” I was bending for him but then, I realized that I didn’t really need to sleep with him to prove that I have moved on.

“Come in Aubrey, you will reach your o****m when I make love to you,” A very horny Robert commented.

“No Robert, I don’t want to do this, not with you,” I moved away from him and started dressing up.

“What the heck Aubrey, why are you doing this to me?” Robert’s voice was slightly enraged.

“Doing what, I have just decided not to have s*x with you,” He was now huffing and puffing in rage. He couldn’t believe that I was actually dressing up.

“Come on, I love you,” He was on his knees begging. He wanted to f**k me so badly, I can now see it.

“Stop it Robert. You can’t love me yet we have met only a couple of hours ago. Plus, I don’t love you.” I was very honest with him.

At this time, I had already made up my mind, I was going to leave the house and pretend that we have never met before.

I still love Eli, I know that even after making love with Robert, I will still crave for Eli. Just because he left does not mean that I will forget him overnight.

“I paid for your drinks,” Robert grabbed my hands.

“So?” I arched my eyebrows up in confusion, I mean so what? How does drinks have to do with me refusing to have s*x with him?

“I want you to give me back something. Please let me have s*x with you,” He forced a kiss on me but I pushed him away.

I had used every ounce of energy I had left and that made him fall over on the bed. I didn’t waste any more time, I made for the door.

“f**k you Aubrey, you are not even that beautiful, I understand why Eli left you for your best friend. You are such a b***h,” He mumbled and even if I pretended that it did not get to me, it did.

I felt worse. I was all alone. Right now, I would be on my honeymoon but they ditched me. How am I supposed to live with this?

I thought about this as I made my way to the main road. I needed to take a cab home. Robert didn’t chase after me. Maybe he is the type of guy who uses girls. If a girl didn’t agree for them to f**k her, then he would just find another girl to f**k and life will move on.

This is bad, really bad.

As the strong gusts of chill hit me, I started recalling how I was happy with Eli. He was the one who taught me how to play chess. He taught me how to play the piano. How am I going to live without him?

On the other hand, Victoria was my best friend. We went on road trips and vacations together. How am I supposed to move on yet they gave me so much to remember?

A cab finally came by and I got inside. After telling the cab driver my home address, I was left to drown in my own sorrows.

I couldn’t help it, I thought of how much pain they caused me and it killed me.

My pain was like an icy wind choking the breath from my lungs and making a noose around my neck. It is savage, bitter blasts cut right to my bones and gripped my brain in its freezing claws.

My heart constricted in its wake as if not sure if it would go on beating.

Slowly, I tried to get the thoughts out of my head but quickly realized how futile it was when I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Sharp pain lanced through my head and colorful spots flashed in front of my eyes, it felt like my whole body had been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache. Regardless, I needed to get out of here…away from those things.

Finally I got home. After paying the cab driver, I walked into the house. My parents were still waiting for me. It was past midnight and I was sorry to have kept them waiting.

I didn’t have the strength to say anything to them. Thus, I walked past them and made my way to my room. I hoped and crossed my fingers that tomorrow would be a better day.

**

A WEEK LATER

The next day, I was still numb and in so much pain. I hardly left my room, let alone my bed. This happened for the day after, and the days following.

My mum came to bring me food in my room, some of which I hardly ate. I wanted to die. I had thought that I would make it through all this pain but I didn’t. I become worse by the day.

“I have booked an appointment for you.” My mum told me this very day.

“What appointment?” I never wanted to leave my room. I wanted to stay here and die.

“I have booked you an appointment with the best counsellor in town. You will tell her what you are feeling and trust me, after that, you will be okay. You will forget all about Eli and Victoria,” My mother promised me.

“Really?” I implored.

“Yes dear. I am so sure about this. The counsellor is the best in the town, remember that,” My mum reminded me.

“I don’t want to forget them mum,” I confessed.

“What do you want then?” She was shocked.

“Mum, I want this pain to go away. If talking to the counsellor is going to help me then I am very ready,” I started crying and she was there to comfort me.

I hope this counsellor will help me forget all the pain that Eli and Victoria caused me. I want to be okay when I think of what they did. I don’t want to feel a bitter lump at the back of my throat when I recall what they did.

“She will help you and you will never feel any pain,” My mother assured me.

“Thank mum,” I managed to pull a smile regardless of what I was feeling.

“I love you,” She chimed.

“I love you too mum,” I mumbled.

**

THE NEXT DAY

My mum dropped me by the counsellor’s office.

I looked around the place hoping for healing before proceeding to get to her office. Her secretary told me to wait for some minutes before I finally walked in.

She was a woman in her mid-forties. She had greyish short hair with a nice smile. I loved her already. I couldn’t wait for us to start our sessions. I wanted to heal so badly and I hoped that she would help me do that.

“What is your name my dear?” She asked me after we exchanged pleasantries amidst shaking hands.

“My name is Aubrey Coogan,” I said shortly.

“Okay, I am counselor Lucy and I am here to help you,” She smiled and since her smile was infectious, I ended up smiling back.

“So tell me, why are you here Aubrey?” She implored.

“Lucy, is that okay if I drop the counsellor formality?” I had to be sure first.

“Yea, sure,” She mumbled.

“Okay. Here it goes,” I sighed.

“Lucy, I am here, looking for healing because my husband fled to be with my best friend on my wedding day. He claimed that the two of them have been in love for such a long time. His name is Eli Walters and her name is Victoria Townsend,” I narrated.