"Who is it Beck?" His voice stirred something in me.
Three years, eight months, eleven days. I waited for him, and now, finally when I was able to see him, not a word came out of me.
"A weirdo, I guess." The woman in front of me stated with disdain as her eyes roamed from my head to toe.
"She seems like a fan or something." She continued as her gaze fell on the cake and bouquet of red roses.
The clicking of the door echoed through the lobby as the sound of footsteps started to close the distance between us. His figure started to get clearer with every passing second.
My eyes couldn't help but find the differences from the last time I saw him in real.
He grew a beard and a moustache probably for the role he was curretly doing. His hair was wet from the fresh shower. Some drops dripping over his forehead.
For once, I felt my heart beating similarly when I first saw him.
The anger and betrayal which was searing underneath me started to slowly cool down when his ice cold voice pierced through the silence.
"You?" His one eyebrow arched as he was not very pleased to see me. In that moment, I shivered under his hollow yet piercing gaze. \
I felt concious of myself as I caressed my arms trying heard to not look at him.
"I... just came.." while I tried to not stutter, I kept fidegting my fingers, "You know...I just came to check on you." My voice turned lower to a mere whisper as I completed my sentence.
"Check on him? Like, you guys know each other?" The woman amused voice filled the lobby as she kept bouncing her focus between him and I.
When none of us spoke, she again opened her mouth to say something.
"You.." she was stopped mid sentence, when Daive pushed her into the room, as he locked the door behind him.
The force made a loud bang making me almost gasp but it did not affect him, a bit.
As he turned to face me, his expressions were turned cold. I could sense the tension radiating off him. He clenched his jaws like always whenever he tries to control his emotions.
He gripped on my arm as he asked the question while almost dragging me to a dark corner.
"What are you doing here?" His question felt like a slap and it stung hard pretty hard. What did he mean what was I doing here? The audacity he has when I was the one who caught him with a woman.
The thought hit like a realization, as my eyes stung making my vision blurry. I jerked my hand off his grip and took a step back. My breaths were heavy and almost at the verge of crying hysterically.
I folded my hands as I gritted out pouring every single last drop of pain and anger, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this question?"
He already seemed shock by my sudden act of pulling myself when he arched his brow at my question. He tried to take a step ahead when I held my palm, "Stop right there."
My voice was low but serious enough to retreat back.
He too, folded his hands showing off his muscled and veiny arms. He was a few inches taller than which I would have covered with high heels but his built made him almost scary.
If it was any other day, I would have meeked out but not today. I took a deep breath trying not to make a scene.
When I opened my eyes, his cold expressions welcomed me but I did not waver instead I came straight to the point, "Who was that woman? And why were you two..."
I could not make myself say those words, so instead I used the modest terms. "in the same room?"
"Becka is the female lead of my film. A woman got a viral fever, so she had to take the whole room up and Becka had to adjust with me." His voice was monotone as if he was reading a script.
I could not help but scoff at his statement, "Is this your excuse? Really?" I stopped for a moment waiting for his reply. The least he could feel guilty but the sky would fall if he did that.
Instead this arrogant cruel husband of mine stared at me like he did nothing wrong. A pure victim act but I would not fall for it. If he was an eighteen award winner actor, I was his wife.
I tried to remain calm trying not to give the reaction he was expecting. All the memories started to play like a film. From the time when we first met at his grandparents' house to this moment. Every single moments we shared or that's what I thought started to show the truth.
All the time when he avoided me, left me after our wedding and not even once tried to contact. Everything started to point at one conclusion. He does not love or even like me. Since, the day we our marriage was arranged, I ignored the his signals of no interest.
I always excused for him and his actions but today. From now on I will never let him or anyone stomp on my self- respect ever again. As I concluded it, my mind went in peace. I looked down at my ring.
The heirloom of his family. A ring which has an ornate vintage design with a large central diamond flanked by smaller stones. It was passed down from his great grandmother who rebeled against her family to marry his great grandfather.
It had a legeacy which I cannot take down to the next generation. My heart sank as I pulled that ring from my finger. I took a final look at it as I internally apologized to it for not continuing this thing.
I inhaled a deep breath, and let my gaze settle on the man standing in front of me. His gaze still scrutinizing my every move. I took his hand in my mine and gave the ring to him, "I don't think I can continue this."
I almost cracked through but I controlled my voice as I continued, " You deserve someone better than me."
"What do you mean?"
"I...Divorce. I need a dicorce." I finally announced.