Killing For Ace Hernandez ✓

9 | Married

“Ace! I have my list, full of names for our baby, since he will most definitely be a boy, I’m thinking, Luka, Liam, Andreas or maybe Lukas?” I shouted as I push open his office door to see him head buried in his arms, my face filled with concern, I decide to shut the door behind me. “Ace? Is everything okay?”

“Do you need anything, Arabella?” He alleged.

“Baby names, you said we can pick them out together a few days ago. But something is clearly wrong.” I reminded him; he sighs grabbing his blazer from behind his chair before taking a standing. He slips it on and fixes the collar.

“Can you do that with someone else, I have a few meetings to go to.”

“Well, unless their father of the baby, which you are…speaking of, have you made your list of baby girls name?”

“No, I have not.”

“Why not?”

“Because Arabella we have jobs, providing you the food you eat, the clothes you wear and the water you drink, I have no time for silly names.” He rolls his eyes and forces past me; I hold the list of names and slowly scrunch it up before throwing it inside of the bin. When it does not enter the bin, I go towards it and pick it up, only to see a brand-new paper inside, I take it out and stand back up as I scale down the writing.

A Marriage License? A contract? He is married? None of this made sense, is this why he hid from me for six days, knowing I would force him to tell me the truth. I held the paper in my hand, feeling some sort of anger that suddenly flared up into my veins once again. He was married this whole time.  I glance down at my not yet showing bump and stroke it softly as I make my way out of his office, closing the door behind me.

I still do not know why I am not showing, I guess its because of my recent pregnancy with Rose. Thankfully she has a nanny and a babysitter that is looking after her very well, it did deem a lot of stress from my shoulders. Hopefully I could enrol her in a primary school here in Italy since I know she would be bored having no friends once again.

I guess he really is busy, seeming as I was just a stay-at-home trophy wife, gosh, I owned an entire business! And now look, look at me, I sigh trying to remember where my bedroom was again in this huge mansion. As I do, I see Rodrigues and Marcell reach a door in the corner. I see Rodrigues enter a pin.

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The door swiftly opens and I hear some sort of music, where were they going? I look around biting onto my lips before rushing towards the door. My tight blue dress clung onto every curve of my body; this was the only thing I had in the wardrobe since I have yet to go shopping. I reach the pad, typing the same code Rodrigues did. The light on the pad goes green as the door opens, I quickly jump inside, revealing stairs leading to a down floor.

Then, red coloured marble flooring was in view, along with red couches filled with men in suits. Not only but women, beautiful women wearing high heels and rarely any clothes, dancing around on poles. It looked like a casino, but a strip club too. I look around, knowing one hundred percent that Ace was down here. I pushed past men and pushed open doors until I found the right one, which seemed to be harder than I thought. My eyes linked with Rodrigues; his jaw fell open as he rushes towards me. “What the hell are you doing down here!”

“Why is Ace married!”

“That is not my place to answer.”

“Then I am not leaving until I get one.” I stated, making sure he understood every single word. “Where is he?” He looks ahead of me, I took the decency and turned from place to place. The gold door, I rip his hand of my arm as I take the lead and storm towards it, hearing Rodrigues call my name from behind me like a shadow lurking from the dark. The same door opens and I see Ace standing tall, “you liar!”

“Arabella.”

“You are a liar; you had a wife this entire time!” I threw the paper at him.

“Arabella, calm down this instant.”

“Calm down! You are married.”

“I am-”

“Don’t lie to me-” I nodded my head; the uncomfortable sensations crashed every single nerve in my body. I didn’t expect him to actually admit it, I waited for him to explain but it turns out he did. Him saying he is, this entire time. I knew he only stayed with me because of the baby, that is the only reason people turn out to want me. When they need something from me.

I bit my lower lip, “you only stayed with me because of the baby…didn’t you?” I knew the answer to the question, but I still had the guts to ask him. A stream of liquid was held by the barriers of my lid.

“I did.” He declared.

“Come on Arabella, let’s get you back upstairs.” I hear Rodrigues whisper, the glow I had in my heart, suddenly disappeared. From the bright colours, to a dark unwanted one. I sniffle slightly, turning to Rodrigues as he took my hand leading me back upstairs. Away from the sounds, I took one final turn to Ace only to see him gone.

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Sadness comes as a painful cleanse. It is a chance to detox and reassess what is helping and what is hurting, a chance to make new choices and inform others that I have boundaries, needs and vulnerabilities. Days passed, I stayed locked in the room with trays of food outside the door. It’s a hard feeling, being unwanted. I ruined a marriage, the missing wife. It all made sense now.

I was a basic burden, with the child and Rose. But it was not like it was my first time being unwanted, so why it is hurting me more than ever now. Maybe because it was the feeling of everything he said of being fake, he always was a charmer. But he was just like Jayson.

I end the call when I hear the ringing noise from inside my bedroom. I stand in front of the door dazed out of my mind. "How am I meant to leave when she is in the bloody kitchen?" I hear a forced whisper; I press my ear against the door to listen it.

"I don't know, find a way. I will distract her but you have to leave."

"Did you not know she was coming early?"

"No, she was supposed to come next week, Molly." I lift my head from the door, I pull the handle down and allow the door to swing open. Seeing my half naked best friend and fiancé standing close to each other. They stare at me as if deer caught in headlights. Shock seamed through their faces.

As night fell the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the stars. Stars shone as sugar spilt over black marble, glistening in the sun.

The night sky was such a welcome sight, appearing like magic at each sunset, promising to return as she faded in dawn's first light. There were times in the daytime, under skies of blue, where I would think of those faraway stars and how they'd return after the shadows blended into the dark.

I scoffed, my head repeatedly shaking as I leaned against the door frame. "I knew you were low but I didn't know you were this low. My fiancé? Really Molly." I whispered; Molly tried talking but I cut her off with my hands raising. "You can both get out of my apartment. Now before I call the police for forced entry. Get out!"

"Arabella, it isn't what it looks like-"

"You really have the nerve to tell me excuses when I am witnessing right here? Get out of my life Molly, I don't need your negativity, you want my fiancé. Have him. He is all yours. Now leave my apartment before I call security." Tears stream down her face as she rushes past me, I then lock eyes with my so-called fiancé.

"Bella-"

"Leave Jayson." I whispered, my head looking down at the floor. Unable to stare him right in the face. I sipped some of my wine as he passed me. "I love you." He shouts.

I sigh, the covers slung over my shoulders. I hear a soft knock on the door, I turn my head seeing nothing but darkness. I sigh as I slide of the bed, my feet dangling over the wooden floorings as I walk towards the door. My hands make contact with handle of the door as I drag it down, before slamming it closed immediately.  “Arabella.” I hear his voice, for the first time in a week. “Open the door, we need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“I understand how it may have sounded like but it is not what is it.” He spoke.

“You’re married Mr Hernandez, everything is said. You only kept me alive because of the child, and you made me feel pleased again so then abortion isn’t on my mind. I see what you did-”

“No, Bella, that is not what I intended.”

“You admitted it, so please leave me alone. I am doing everything you want me to do, I am holding your child, I am staying in my room, what else do you want from me?” I was happy I stood on the other side of the door, so he could not see the tears that were falling down my eyes bit by bit.

“I-I-” He remained silent after those words, and then I hear his footsteps.