A Wife for the Billionaire

It’s been seconds and Sofia still stood like a statue. Not a single part of her body, twitched. It was weirdly abnormal, like she was frozen in time.

I saw tears drip to the tiles before her and not once did her body shake or spasm in a sob.

I had wanted to stop her from leaving. My words were meant to get her to see reason, but this...

This was not what I expected. And worse, in this state of hers, discerning her next line of action was almost an impossibility. And even when attempted, the choice of leaving held more weight.

I had struck a cord. I had hurt her and it’s only fair that she would leave. I had said the truth, but maybe it’s too much.

That’s what most people don’t seem to take into consideration, the truth hurts naturally, but there are truths that cut. Words of verity that can stop the heart. Genuine statements that paralyses, and I guess that’s the kind I shared with Sofia.

Truths like that, are those that most leave unsaid. Because when spoken, they wreak havoc. They destroy and shatter. Just like Claire’s infidelity, she had been right not to tell Edward until he found out. Even now, I sometimes wish I never found out myself. Maybe I won’t hate her as much. Maybe there won’t be anything to forgive.

Such truths are simply too much. And after my experience with Claire’s issue, I’m not a fan of them. Except that I had in a moment of rage, uttered them.

But to be fair, at the moment I didn’t

know they held such power, that they could cut so deep, until she... froze.

Honestly, those words were like frost creeping her to stillness. Acupuncture pins holding her in place. I shouldn’t pity her, but I wasn’t a stranger to the brutality of such truth when unleashed.

I meant to say something, perhaps anything that would break the spell, when she turned so suddenly that I was startled. Her eyes burned fiercely, a fiery of hurt, hate and rage, oozing streaks that could no lesser be, molten lava.