Chased By Ex-Husband

Berielle’s POV:

I clenched the duvet tightly in my grip as I stared back at him. His blue eyes weren't backing down, instead he stared at me more intensely. The blue sapphire in his hand was shining brighter than ever, appearing beautiful than I have ever found it.

“Why are you here?” I wore a façade of calmness as I tried to stop myself from fearing him, “Please leave, before I will call the police.” I threatened him.

I thought he might flinch at the idea of me calling the police, but he was amused, “You can call whoever you want, sweetheart-“ He inched closer to me, causing my breath to hitch and I pulled the duvet till my face.

However, with the tug of his hand, he pulled it down, “I dare you.” Before I could make out what was happening, he slipped the necklace back in my neck. I remember, even on our wedding night, he just threw it at my face and I wore it personally. Then, why is he doing this now?

Suddenly, a surge of wrath made its way to my nerves and I had this urge to murder this man. I held the necklace in my neck and pulled it so hard that it snapped and threw it on the floor. His gaze travelled from my neck to the necklace on the floor but there was no change in his expressions. It was like he expected it to happen.

“Leave. Just leave. This is my last warning and this is my last time asking you nicely.” I pointed my index finger at him as I said with the clenched teeth.

Zen held my finger with his veiny hands, “You are tempting me to see the 'bad' you.” He whispered in his posh British accent. Everything about this man is perfect. From his looks, to his expensive clothes to the way he speaks. Too bad, this does not influence me anymore. Not to the 24 years old Berielle Wang.

I pulled my hand from his grip and got out of the bed to call the police. I thought he might get up to leave but he leaned back on my tiny bed. I glared at him and punched the number. “I know you are furious at me. I deserve it.” He stated causing my fingers to stop moving on the screen.

Zen suddenly got up and picked up the necklace from the floor. He ran his finger over the sapphire and looked at me.

I don’t know what he saw on my face but for the first time calmness on his expressions faltered and his eyes softened, “I am sorry, Elle.” “Shut up. Just shut up.” I shouted. My entire body was shaking from wrath, “You don’t even deserve to apologize to me. Do you know what I had to go through just because I got married to you? It wasn’t me who wanted this marriage. It was your grandfather, just in case you are forgetting the entire thing.” My voice was quivering.

He let me speak as he listened to me with his full attention. “Then why was I treated like some whore at your house?” The humiliation and degradation that I have faced in the span of two years, I will never forget it.

“Where were you all the time?” I did not want to complain but it slipped out of my lips. I bit my bottom lip as it was too late to make amendments. He suddenly touched my cheek with the pad of his thumb and that’s when I realized that I had been crying. He gently wiped away the traces of all the sadness inside me.

“I am sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me.” He apologized again, “I am sorry for everything.”

“It’s too late.” I whispered, “It’s too late to say sorry now.” I sighed loudly, “What hurt me most wasn’t the way your family treated me but it was you, Zen.” This is the first time we have exchanged so many words. In fact more than everything we have said to each other in the 2years of our marriage.

“You signed the divorce papers first. I wanted to talk to you. I begged your mother to let me see you but my world came down crumbling when I saw that you were ready to divorce me.” He shut his eyes for a few seconds.

“Just let me be. I want to be alone.” I moved away from him, “For once, I am finding my place in life. Do not ruin it for me.” I warned him, “I will not even ask why you are back or what are you doing at my place nor I need your excuses. Whatever happened, I have considered it a nightmare and just when I am starting to brush it off, do not remind me of it again. It hurts. It really does.”

“If you will give me a chance, I will explain everything to you-“

“Didn’t I just make myself clear that I do not need your excuses?”I snapped, “I hate you. No, I fucking loathe you.”

He exhaled loudly and ran his fingers in his hair, ruffling them. For the first time, I saw something disheveled about him, a crack in his perfect demeanor. Furthermore, I just noticed that his tie was crooked, the buttons of his vest were open and his sleeves were rolled till his elbows.

“You might have thought that I would be down for you immediately if you appeared in front of me out of nowhere. But let me tell you Zen Warner, I might be poor, I might be an orphan but I do have something called pride. No matter what you do and what you say, I will never forgive you for the fact that you treated me as a used tissue.” I never knew I had this side. During my entire life, I have always tried my best to stay calm and kind. But the man in front of me and his family, they have done everything in their power to bring the worst out of me.

He looked... I guess he was hurt by what I said. However, I do not give a damn about his feelings. Zen glanced at my cheek that had been assaulted the entire day and it was still numb from all the pain.

Suddenly, he went to the kitchen. Because I live in a studio apartment, everything’s right in front of one's eyes. When he returned, he was carrying ice in a cotton cloth, which I do not know where he found, “You need this.”

I ignored him and walked towards the door as I opened it for him and showed him the way out. I brushed off the creepy feeling that he just broke into my bedroom without any effort. It made me feel overwhelmed. But I did not go there. I know, there is nothing impossible for him in this world. He took my signal and walked towards the exit. He glanced at me and pulled my hand towards himself, ignoring my resistance and placed the necklace on my palm, “I just want you to wear it.” He stated, “Here, use this.”

On my other hand, he placed the ice pack which he made and after saying whatever he needed to say, he left.

Meanwhile, I was left flabbergasted. There are just so many things that do not add up and since he is no longer in my proximity, my brain was working at full pace.

First of all, how does he know where I live? Did he find the necklace when I didn't even know that I lost it? Did he break into my place? Has he always kept his eyes on me?

Whatever is happening, this isn’t good. The look that I saw in his eyes, it somewhat stuck with me. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. My face was pale and there was a clear bruise on my left cheek. I sighed and stared at the two objects in my hands. Even though I do not want anything in my life that is related to him, still I wore the necklace and put the ice pack on my swollen cheek.

“I better pull myself together.” I murmured to myself and threw the ice pack on the floor as I went towards my bed to sleep. However, despite how tired I was, I did not get a wink of sleep. The lingering scent of sandalwood, mint and purely his own scent, was overwhelming my senses.