Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

He knew…he knew then, in that moment, what our future was.

We aren’t a love story. We’re a tragedy.

Tears roll down my face. The hysterical tears are over, replaced with numbness—a cold, dead feeling now taking over my heart.

I’m an empty vessel, broken beyond repair.

Everything I thought I knew was a lie. The life I planned with him is over.

Love with him will never be the same.

The man I fell in love with doesn’t exist.

In his place there’s a homewrecker, a man who I despise, and everything he stands for.

A man with different morals than me, and one I couldn’t possibly be in love with.

The pain is deep, real, and I feel like I’m grieving someone’s death all over again.

It hurts.

I hear a car horn in the distance.

Beep, beep, beeeeeeeeep.

What’s that?

Beep, beep, beeeeeeeeep.

I hear a door bang, and then footsteps as someone runs past my house down the gravel road.

What on earth is going on out there?

I drag myself to the window and peer through the sheer curtains only to see Spencer’s car outside the gates. He’s standing next to it, pushing on the horn through his open door.

Beep, beep, beeeeeeeeep. “Charlotte!” he yells. “Come out here.” Beep, beep. “CHARLOTTE!” he screams.

I wince and feel more tears fall as I watch him. He’s frantic.

“Angel, please,” he begs. “I promise you, I didn’t know.”

I slap my hands over my ears. “Stop it,” I whi

sper. “Leave me alone.”

“Charlotte?” I turn and see Edward. I crash to his chest as he wraps me in his safe arms. “It’s okay, Lottie, they’re taking him away now.”

I howl against his chest; this pain unbearable.

The worst thing is, I know that Spencer will be hurting just as much as I am.

But what’s done is done.

He can’t change the past, and this will never be something I’ll be able to live with.

He slept with my brother’s wife. Penelope.

I taste bile, imagining him in William’s bed with William’s wife, and I cry harder and harder until I can’t breathe. I can’t see him.