Second Chance with My First Love

"Can you even hear yourself?" I asked in disbelief, wiping the snot that mixed with my tears.

Then, I left soon after saying those words and wandered outside with nowhere in particular in my mind to go. Surprisingly, my feet seemed to have a mind of their own, and before I could even realize it, I was already in front of Adam's house.

Seeing his house made me come up with the decision to tell him everything finally, but the wind blew differently. No matter how much I try to make things right and try to seek comfort, I somehow always end up getting the complete opposite.

I pushed him away, only to hurt myself, and now that I wanted to tell him what happened three years ago, I saw him with someone else.

The freezing wind wasn't the one to blow me away from coldness but the fact that Adam was in the arms of another woman. The two looked intimate, warming each other in the cold night while I watched from the darkness, unwantedly indulging the bleak weather.

What I just witnessed made me clench my fist tightly. The pang in my chest rose again, along with the never-ending tears and the heavy atmosphere.

It hurt me so much to see him being genuinely fine after just coming to me earlier, as if he didn't ask me to be with him and swore that he would take care of everything. But then, I couldn't blame him. I shouldn't, right? After all, it was my fault for pushing him away.

Seeing him with someone made me want to hit my head so I would wake up to the reality that he was once mine. And now, not anymore. That was long ago, despite it feeling like yesterday.

Although dark, the woman beside him immediately noticed me and warily looked at me. Adam followed her eyes until they landed on me. "What are you doing here?" He asked as tenderness flew away from his beautiful pair of magnetic eyes.

The indifference in his treatment towards me made me shiver. "I… I have something to tell you."

Adam, however, only sneered at me. "I have nothing to do with you, Sophia. I am not some spare wheel you can use after losing interest in your husband."

Having heard that, I stuttered, unable to form the appropriate sentence to tell him, and before I could even beg for him to listen to me, he had already pulled the woman beside him, and they both left.

The cold wind blew once again, hitting my skin like daggers. I was left alone, with only my arms to console me. And so, I hugged myself and sat in the gutter, trying to muffle my voice, wishing it would rain so hard so it could wash away my suffering.

Lost, I didn't go home and decided to wander around for a few days. I didn't want to go to my mother's house anymore or to my husband's, but then Bob called and asked me to go home.

So with a dead soul, I came home and found him preparing a feast on a decorated table.

When Bob noticed me, I tried to put on a smile and asked him what was happening.

"Have you forgotten?" He asked in a sulking tone. If only this had happened before I found out the things between him and my brother, I would have been happy and guilty at the same time for thinking about Adam. But now, I don't know what to feel anymore.

I didn't respond. With that, Bob grabbed my arms and excitedly said, "Come here!"

Bob took out his phone and pulled me for a picture. "Smile!" He said and smiled hypocritically, and when he saw that I wasn't smiling, he furiously looked at me.

"Smile, and don't wait for me to hit you!"

Afraid that he would do what he just said, I smiled and posed with him in front of the camera.

After pressing the shutter, he posted the picture on Instagram and faced me. "Today is our wedding anniversary."

Still wordless, I watched him as he got the glass of wine and gave it to me. "Cheers!"

I took it and sipped a bit of wine to avoid getting another threat from him, watching his admonishing look.

Soon as I finished half of the glass, he burst into sudden laughter, with his intent stare shifting between me and the glass of wine.

A bucket of cold water poured onto me upon realizing what he just did. Quickly, I bent, forcing myself to vomit. I tried as hard as possible but failed when I felt my head spinning.

"What did you do?!" I looked at him with contempt, trying to gather every ounce of my strength to stand up. I couldn't believe I had managed to live with him for three years.

Amused, Bob pointed at me as if he was crazy. "Sorry, a customer of mine wanted you. You know I'm generous, so I'm handing you over tonight to him."

My eyes widened, but my vision got blurry. Still, I managed to reach for Bob and tried to fight back. But before I could even hit him, he had already kicked me down the ground.

Then, an obscene older man came in when I was already on the floor, hugging myself.

I struggled in fear, but my body was beyond my control. My mind was screaming to fight back, get up, and run as fast as possible, but my body could not decipher such instructions from my brain.

I didn't know what to do.

I could not get up, and my mind was hazy.

"No! No! Stop!" I shouted as loud as I could, asking for mercy, but the older man's lust had already won over him, and Bob seemed not to hear a thing.

"Sophia, you might not be aware of this, but I have fallen in love with you for a long time!" The older man said. He was already shirtless, and his bad breath and yellow teeth were so near my face that they made it harder for me to breathe.

I looked at Bob, still asking for help, but he turned his back on me and left. Jerk!

"You will be mine tonight," the old man menacingly laughed and went on top of me.