Desiree's POV
I am crying like a fool now while I'm walking, I don't know where to go. I just keep walking and walking. I stop the taxi and when I'm inside the car, I keep crying even though the taxi driver is worried for me. He even gives me a tissue to wipe my tears.
"Are you okay, Miss?" He asks.
"I'm fine, just keep driving and don't mind me because all men are the same…" I sobbed again.
"Oh sorry about that, Miss. But I'm a man too…" He laughs.
"Shut the f*ck up!" I yelled at him and he curled his lips and decides to drive.
"Sorry about that, I am just frustrated with a man…a man who cheated on me."
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"I don't know…" I shake my head, I don't know what to call him. He is not even my boyfriend, yes a f*ck body.
Goodness! He is getting on my nerves, I can't accept this kind of treatment from him.
I arrived at him with a heavy heart.
"Oh my goodness, are you okay?" My neighbor just ask me.
I rolled my eyes, they don't know anything about my life and who are they? I don't know them.
I take off all of my clothes as I soon as I get inside my room and began to turn on the shower, I filled my bathtub with warm water and I put some petals and gel lavender in it.
Until it gets bubbly and I sighed. It's time for a nice bathtub while I put relaxing music inside the bathroom. To help me get to relax and don't be stressed about all the things because I am making this for my baby because if the mother is stressed, the baby will be sad and I don't want him or her will be sad.
I close my eyes and feel the warm water all over my body as I lay in the bathtub.
Warm water on my entire body makes me feel alive in a way that feels natural to me.
Then a mental image of Alexander drew my mind off things at hand, and tears streamed down my temples as I sniffed. He's a complete jerk.
I have a lot of questions for him to answer, but I guess I don't need to ask him because I already know the answer.
I'm gonna be okay.
After I take a bath, I wrap my wet body in the bathrobe and dry my hair with a tiny towel, I brushed my teeth while crying, and thinking about him makes me sad. I don't want to feel down. He caused me sorrow.
I told him I loved him, but he was having an affair with another woman.
He's not the appropriate man for me, I'm afraid.
Then there was a knock on my door, and I didn't want to open it because I didn't want to open it, so I just waited for the person to say something, but it didn't.
I frowned and rolled down my window to see who's car was parked outside; it was Alexander's. I just saw him return to his car and leave.
He's here...
Was he come to speak with me?
Why does he refuse to speak? Why isn't he pursuing me? No, that's not what I'm looking for. I don't want him to chase me because he felt guilt. It's not the ideal way to think; pursuing his baby might be fine, but what about me? He doesn't care about me. Those wonderful magical words do not come out of his mouth yet.
I'm walking back and forth, beating my feet, and then I decide to put on some jammies and watch a movie. It's fine if I put on a warm blanket to wrap my body and spend some time alone.
I require some contemplation time.
Perhaps a day to consider whether his explanation is truly important.
Then my phone rings, and it's my sister calling.
I shut off my phone because I don't want to be bothered; all they'll ask is what happened to me and how Alexander is doing.
I'm not sure how I'm going to convey it to them without crying in front of them.
All night, I watched all those rom-com movies,
Movies that can make me cry and laugh all the time while I'm inside of my bed.
It's been a while I ever did this to myself, been so stressful nowadays.
This is what it's like adulting life.
Then, from my doctor, I received an email confirmation.
She informed me that I have a mental health appointment next week since I'm still traumatized by what occurred the night George shot himself in front of me. That same day, I thought I was going to die.
Alexander never hugged me when I got out of the hospital because he was angry with me.
He never thinks about my astonishment and emotions that day.
It's like he never cares.
But his caring words is repeated to my mind while saying,
"I care about you"
"You need to listen to me, I'm protecting you from him…"
"As long as I'm alive, no one could hurt you…"
"I love the way you smile at me."
Those were the words that I remembered from him, I mean there's a lot but I can't think about them one by one.
He is a true gentleman.
And I just realized.
I was the one who never listened to him,
He have the CCTV that day, so I became deaf was because of my anger and jealousy. I was blind to consider his explanation.
"I'm a bad woman…" I whispered to myself and hugged my knee then I off the television while staring at the ceiling.
"Then I'm just going to sleep... And why am I talking to myself?" I might wonder and sighed. When I glimpsed at Alexander's picture frame, I bit my lower lip and think he is really handsome.
I take it and put it in my closet; he has no idea that I have framed his photo.