Quote:"Some endings are just beginnings in disguise."
People say that when you marry the person you love you are supposed to be happy. You are supposed to feel safe and loved.. I did not feel any of those things. I felt resentment. My marriage was filled with betrayal of love.
My husband, Kiro was cheating on me with my stepsister, Serena.. The worst part was that my stepmother and my own father knew about it. They were all lying to me. I found Kiro and Serena together in our bed. The bed that I thought was special. The door was not even locked.
I remember standing at the doorway feeling frozen. I heard Serena laughing. Then Kiros voice. It was soft and intimate. The same voice that once promised to love me.. Now it made me angry. I felt rage. I screamed at Kiro. I called him a traitor.
I rushed forward. Grabbed Serena by her hair. She. Said I was crazy.. I was not crazy. I was hurt. Kiro got up. Grabbed my arm. He told me to stop.. I did not want to stop. I was. Begging him to explain why he did this to me.
He looked at me with irritation not guilt. He said he was tired of me and did not love me. Those words hurt me more than his betrayal. It felt like someone had stabbed me in the chest. I slapped him. He slapped me back. He had never hit me before.
He pushed me hard. I stumbled backward. I tried to approach him but he shoved me once more. This time I fell. I felt my body lose balance. I hit the railing. Then I fell to the ground below. I felt pain everywhere. I tasted blood.
As I lay on the ground I saw Kiro and Serena together. She was. Hugging him. My husband, the man who killed me. My eyes slowly. The last thing I felt was betrayal.
Then everything changed. I was not on the ground anymore. I was sitting in a classroom. It was noisy and bright. I was not. Dead. I was wearing a college uniform. I did not have a wedding ring on my finger.
My friend asked me what was wrong. I looked at my hands. They were not. Scarred. The professor called out a name Kiro Valen. I turned my head toward the door. There he was, young and handsome smiling confidently as he walked into the classroom.
Our eyes. He smiled at me like we were strangers.. I knew him. I knew what he had done to me. I forced a smile. He walked toward the empty seat beside me. He asked if the seat was taken and I said no.. Inside my mind I was already planning. I was planning to rewrite our story.
I was planning to make sure that he would not destroy me this time. I was planning to make sure that I would not love him.. As I looked at him I knew it would not be easy. He was charming and handsome.. I was determined. I would not let him hurt me again. This time I would be, in control. This time I would rewrite our story. I would make sure that I came out on top.