Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 139: Chapter 139
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How long does it take for love to turn to hate?
Some say it's impossible to erase years of feelings in an instant.
But why did I feel so angry, so hurt?
I lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar.
And then everything spiraled out of control.
Jen screamed as a teacup crashed to the floor. Kenton just stood there, letting me push him, letting me grip his collar and pound my fists against his chest, channeling all my hatred into each blow.
"Are you a complete monster, Kenton? You just watched while they bullied me?"
"Didn't you say you liked me? Didn't you say you loved me?"
"Do you have any idea what you meant to me?"
My voice cracked from shouting, my vision blurred. I hated how I always cried when I was angry.
"You were the ONLY thing I had to hold onto back then. The ONLY thing."
But you weren't protecting me. You were the one pushing me into the abyss.
I couldn't understand. Was it really that entertaining to manipulate me, to watch me dance like a puppet?
The commotion drew other teachers. Throughout it all, Kenton didn't say a word.
He kept his eyes down, standing still even as people pulled me away. Finally, he raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth.
Blood trickled down his right forearm, dripping onto the floor. Everyone around us gasped.
It should have been me who was hurt, but he had shielded me somehow.
What a fake gesture.
"Miss Landau, let's calm down," one of the teachers said, putting an arm around my shoulders. "Whatever happened, this isn't the way to handle it."
"Even the biggest misunderstandings don't warrant this kind of reaction..."
I knew I'd lost control. There were just too many things I couldn't process.
As I walked past him, he reached out again and grasped my wrist.
"It's my fault," he said quietly. "MINE."
If the teachers hadn't held me back, I would have punched him again.
"Kenton, I never want to see you again."
I looked directly into his eyes, glaring intensely, and noticed his eyes were red-rimmed.
Shocked. Helpless.
"You make me sick. Truly."
Later, I quit my job at the art studio, moved out of the dorms, and found my own place.
I went through classes in a daze, hiding under my blankets to cry once they were over.
I thought if I acted tough enough, I would actually be tough.
But the tears kept coming unbidden. One moment I'd be reliving the pain of those training days, the next wondering what other cruel things Kenton had done.
How could someone be like this? Why did he treat me this way?
How twisted do you have to be to hurt someone while claiming to love them?
And how stupid was I to have looked up to him for so long?
By the third day, I couldn't cry anymore.
Physically couldn't produce tears.
Some say it's impossible to erase years of feelings in an instant.
But why did I feel so angry, so hurt?
I lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar.
And then everything spiraled out of control.
Jen screamed as a teacup crashed to the floor. Kenton just stood there, letting me push him, letting me grip his collar and pound my fists against his chest, channeling all my hatred into each blow.
"Are you a complete monster, Kenton? You just watched while they bullied me?"
"Didn't you say you liked me? Didn't you say you loved me?"
"Do you have any idea what you meant to me?"
My voice cracked from shouting, my vision blurred. I hated how I always cried when I was angry.
"You were the ONLY thing I had to hold onto back then. The ONLY thing."
But you weren't protecting me. You were the one pushing me into the abyss.
I couldn't understand. Was it really that entertaining to manipulate me, to watch me dance like a puppet?
The commotion drew other teachers. Throughout it all, Kenton didn't say a word.
He kept his eyes down, standing still even as people pulled me away. Finally, he raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth.
Blood trickled down his right forearm, dripping onto the floor. Everyone around us gasped.
It should have been me who was hurt, but he had shielded me somehow.
What a fake gesture.
"Miss Landau, let's calm down," one of the teachers said, putting an arm around my shoulders. "Whatever happened, this isn't the way to handle it."
"Even the biggest misunderstandings don't warrant this kind of reaction..."
I knew I'd lost control. There were just too many things I couldn't process.
As I walked past him, he reached out again and grasped my wrist.
"It's my fault," he said quietly. "MINE."
If the teachers hadn't held me back, I would have punched him again.
"Kenton, I never want to see you again."
I looked directly into his eyes, glaring intensely, and noticed his eyes were red-rimmed.
Shocked. Helpless.
"You make me sick. Truly."
Later, I quit my job at the art studio, moved out of the dorms, and found my own place.
I went through classes in a daze, hiding under my blankets to cry once they were over.
I thought if I acted tough enough, I would actually be tough.
But the tears kept coming unbidden. One moment I'd be reliving the pain of those training days, the next wondering what other cruel things Kenton had done.
How could someone be like this? Why did he treat me this way?
How twisted do you have to be to hurt someone while claiming to love them?
And how stupid was I to have looked up to him for so long?
By the third day, I couldn't cry anymore.
Physically couldn't produce tears.
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