"Wh-what?" - I swallow hard, only to find the courage to turn around.
He approaches with a serious expression on his face as I try to formulate mentally sensible sentences.
"Did you think I wouldn't have noticed?" - he raises an eyebrow, then crosses his arms contracting the muscles.
His expression makes my blood boil in my veins and suddenly I find the courage to react:
"And you? Did you think I wouldn't have noticed? "
He raises a corner of his mouth while shaking his head slowly:
"I thought you were more naive."
I open my mouth and lose a heartbeat at those words.
The way he says it, like he's having a good time, forces me to grit my teeth:
"Tell me you're kidding." - I whisper, while he rolls his eyes.
«Don't make a tragedy of it!» - he snorts trying to get closer and closer, but I put my hands on his chest, and then look him straight in the eye.
I thought he would change for me, but only now I realize that I have always been just a toy for him and nothing more.
"I think you and Juliet have to go back to America." - I withdraw my tears, trying not to show myself weak in front of him, while Alex takes on a serious expression.
I don't let him talk, I push him away, then open the door and slam it behind me.
A small part of me really hoped he hadn't done what I feared so much.
He ruined everything. He canceled six years of our relationship just to get into a woman's underwear.
He said he loved me, making me feel important, pretending to get jealous, making me feel his woman, damn it!
He promised to be by my side making me feel safe.
But it couldn't go smoothly and I was aware of it since the first day I started feeling something for him.
Yet I accepted all his vices, I let myself be dragged into his dark corner ... and now I don't know how to get out of it.
I put a strong hand on my chest, feeling a strong weight, as I get into the car as fast as possible, to get away from this place with blurred eyes.
Images of Alex and Catherine with their entwined bodies appear before my eyes, despite trying my hardest to erase these images, as I wonder how beautiful and seductive that woman can be for being able to get Alex to her bed.
I also wonder if it took her so long to convince him, or if he went to her.
An unstoppable desire to see her face makes me change my destination, so I try to remember the address she sent to Alex, then turn on the phone and help myself to find her home through my cellphone.
I don't know how I'd actually react to seeing her. I don't know what I'd spit in her face: maybe she's a good woman, like Naily was, and maybe she doesn't even know he'sengaged.
He didn't tell her, probably.
But I don't care! A sudden anger does not make me reason clearly: the only victim in all this is me.
I park the car next to a tree, not even remembering the road taken to get to this place and leaving the keys inside, and then walk silently towards the nearest house with the number 3 engraved near the entrance: I reach the wall that limits the courtyard of the house, then I approach the intercom.
I raise my hand undecided, and then block it in mid-air: I lower my head quickly wiping away the tears that, without realizing it, have streaked my cheekbones.
I would like to find the courage to really make her open this door, to scream in her face swear words that I never had the courage to say in my whole life, but then in my head I wonder what it would be useful for, after all what happened wouldn't change.
"Do we know each other?" - I turn around, turning my back to the wooden house, and then find myself in front of a woman of the same age as mine, looking at her perplexed, while she continues to look at me from head to toe with a superior attitude.
"No!" - I burst out annoyed, and then walk away from there, passing her: they have already made me understand that the people of the suburbs here are very nosy, but I can't stand people who do other people's business.
"So what were you doing in front of my house?"
I pin my legs to the ground at the sound of her words, and then slowly turn around: Catherine!
I look intently into her clear eyes trying to understand what is special about her.
But just looking at her is enough to answer my questions: she is really an attractive woman and she is not even afraid to show it, since she wears a skirt, if that can be defined, also because it hardly hides her panties.
She crosses her arms making her large breasts almost jump out of the dark undershirt.
I gasp without crushing a word.
I feel like a rag in front of her, but I don't blame Alex for having considered her more beautiful, for making her feel what I thought he did only with me.
I slept in his arms, while he most likely didn't feel complete.
I wonder what did I do wrong?
What has changed from the period we were still living in America?
"So, do you want to talk?" - the shrill voice of the giraffe in front of me leads me to close my eyes in annoyance.
I look at her from head to toe, realizing how useless it would be to ask her for explanations: I turn my back to her without speaking to her again.
It was enough for me to look at her face to understand how little I should have trusted Alex.
"You're his girlfriend, aren't you?" - she forces me to stop again.
I open my eyes wide, turning to his side:
"You knew?!" - my voice comes out in a scream.
I refrain from putting my hands on my head when she talks again:
«Sure.» - she raises a corner of her mouth, whereupon I can't see anymore and I reach her with a soft step.
She doesn't move an inch, but nonetheless I rush towards her, grabbing her hair in a fist.
«Are you a psychopath? ! What are you doing?! »- she screams, doing the same with my shirt, creasing it.
"You are a whore, which is worse!" - I try to pull her back, but an arm wraps around my waist and pulls me away from her body, while she tries again to reach me, but an elderly man intervenes and gets in front of her.
I wriggle in the arms of the stranger:
«Let go of me!» - I try to turn to his side.
"It doesn't seem the case." - I recognize Louis's voice, then I suddenly freeze, widening my eyes when I notice that the old man on the other side is my manager.
"What the heck is wrong with you!?" - he turns to Catherine, while I frown, moving my blurred eyes between her, my boss and Louis.
"She jumped on me, dad!"
Dad?!
«Dad?!» - I give voice to my thoughts.
"Yeah ..." - Louis puts his hand behind his neck, moving away from my shoulders, while his father turns to my side.
"Clara! Shouldn't you be at work instead of punching my daughter ?! "
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