Poison in my heart

Disclaimer: Multiple chapters will have mild descriptions of ‘inappropriate things’ and mild language “YOU FUCKING CUNT.I SPENT 6 YEARS.6 FUCKING YEARS.LOVING YOU,CARING FOR YOU.I WAS SO BLIND IN LOVE THAT I DISREGARDED AND FORGAVE ALL YOUR MISTAKES.YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME YOU SAY YOU CARE FOR ME YET HERE YOU ARE PROPOSING TO MY SLUT OF A SISTER.ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY. YOU SAY YOU GO TO WORK SO THAT WE CAN LIVE A ‘LUXURIOUS LIFE’ BUT IS THIS WHAT YOU REALLY DO? GO TO WORK,FUCK THIS THING COME HOME AND TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU FUCKING LOVE ME AND HOW I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NUMBER ONE.

I WORK MY ASS OFF FOR YOU I COME HOME EXHAUSTED YET I STILL MAKE YOU DINNER AND WAIT FOR YOU NOT KNOWING WHY YOUR NOT HOME UNTIL I GET A TEXT SAYING YOUR ‘WORKING OVERTIME’ AND THE FUNNY THIS IS,YOU DIDN’T EVEN KNOW I WAS HERE UNTIL YOU WERE DOWN ON ONE KNEE PROPOSING TO MY FUCKING SISTER. YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING PUSSY THAT YOU COULDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH MY SISTER.YOU WASTED MY TIME,MONEY AND LOVE AND YOU...” let me rewind so I can tell you how I found my fiancé down on one knew proposing to my sister who had his cum dripping down her thigh As a child I was never loved.I was told I was a mistake and that I wasn’t supposed to be there because my parents already had a perfect son and a beautiful daughter I was treated like an imposter. ‘My parents will accept and love me if I try hard enough.’ It was a constant sentence that was running through my brain While my siblings thrived, I was invisible at school. not that I minded My siblings boasted about how our parents spoilt them daily and all the luxurious things they would get while I would suffer from the lack of nourishments I had. I lived like a prisoner. I had no privilege to go outside and would sleep in the basement with mice even though I was terrified of the dark . They would listen and laugh at the door while I lay back on the wall having panic attacks and begging them in between breaths for them to not shut the door As you can see, my family were a bunch of asses and as much as I tried to convince myself that they would change. They never did. I met Ethan when I was 20 years old. He was the one who helped me when there wasn’t anyone looking out for me and I tried everything I could to please him to thank him for what he had done for me. I was working as a server in a dessert shop. I rushed to my boss and asked if I could leave early today because it was my birthday and I wanted to surprise Ethan. My boss, who has taken a liking to me, said I could leave when I desired. I liked which was really helpful because I needed time to decorate the house, make a cake and buy some pretty clothes. It was basically a birthday party, but the birthday girl was planning it. Although it was my birthday, Ethan deserved it. He has been working a lot these days, and I wanted to make it up to him. He had become a lot distant lately, but I didn’t want to ask questions because I knew it was work related. I left the office and went around the cafe collecting orders and bringing the food. When it was about 12pm most people left, so I decided it was time to go. But once I left, a matte black BMW raced through the streets and parked with a couple of matte black Audi’s behind it and they all stopped in front of the cafe The door opened, and a figure stood out.I glanced at his side, but the paparazzi immediately surrounded him, and his bodyguards were shielding him from them I gave up on the chance of seeing his face and entered my car is that I could start the preparation It took me 3 hours to prepare nearly everything and I must say I was quite pleased with my self I waited till it was 4 so that I could start making the food, including the cake because Ethan comes home at around 6 I got out the recipes and ingredients and started working When it was about 5:30, I set the table to with the cake in the middle the candles were lit there was an enormous glass of wine and for dinner I made lasagna with roasted potatoes and macaroni and cheese with roasted steak with a side of salad. I rushed up to get dressed. When I went shopping, I found multiple choices, but I narrowed it down to two. There was a long royal blue dress that hugged my curves and was tightened around the waist it was filled with butterflies and flowers that were sowed on with a dark blue thread There was a short black dress that flowed effortlessly around my waist, a long v-line that showed a bit of my cleavage and long sleeves In the end I ended up picking the black dress I honestly hate wearing makeup because I found it ridiculous how people would think it was cute to powder them self into clowns. Plus, I found myself pretty without it. But since it was a special occasion; I decided to try it. After watching multiple tutorials and failing multiple times and having to restart, I gave up. I eventually washed my face and patted it dry. I just applied dark red lipstick because I knew I would be late if I wasted any more time By the time in finished it was already 6:15. So I grabbed the present and waited by the door. He would be home any minute from now. I know it. So I waited and waited and waited. I stood by the door waiting till it was 7. Since it was late; I wrapped the food in foil so that it wouldn’t become cold. I refused to believe that he wouldn’t come home Then my phone vibrated I picked up my phone to read the message ‘ I’m working overtime’ I scrolled up on our chat at the same thing was written Monday 13 June (Babe, I’m working overtime ) Tuesday 14 June (Babe, I’m truly sorry, but I’m coming home late) Wednesday 15 June (Go to bed without me ) Thursday 16 June (they added extra hours today so I won’t be coming home ) Today (I’m working overtime) He hasn’t been home for almost an entire week and he isn’t coming today. I sighed. I guess I should have called to ask if he would be home tonight, but since he can’t make it, I’ll just go surprise him at his office. I quickly grabbed a long black coat since my dress was a little inappropriate and Ethan wouldn’t like people looking at my body I put on my black heels and was about to leave the house when I remembered I needed my car keys. I was so excited to start the preparations that I chucked my keys somewhere in my room and now I needed to look for them. I scampered to the room, carefully avoiding the decorations, and began searching. About 15 minutes later, I found it on Ethan’s side of the wardrobe. It was at the bottom of all his clothes. I was about to pick them up when I saw some files next to it. I remember Ethan saying something about bringing files to work. He must have forgotten them here. Since I was going to his workplace, I took them with me, so I picked up my keys and the files when something caught my eye ‘Petition for divorce’