Bianca's POV
The most exciting day of my life has finally arrived. The day I had longed and anticipated.
A day pictured to be the best ever; our second anniversary.
I chuckled softly, excitement rushing through me as I hurried through the grocery store, picking up all the ingredients I knew Enzo loved.
Once I was done shopping, I paid at the counter and carried the bags outside.
My excitement pulled all over, my skin crawled but then I paused, a strange feeling hitting me.
I double-checked the bags to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Going back would be a hassle. Once I confirmed everything was there, I called a taxi and went home.
I stood at the mansion's front door, holding the bags, my purse slung over my shoulder. Just as I reached for the door, I heard noises from inside, coming from the living room.
A starling feeling creeping into my spine, my veins running through as I placed my ears on the door frame.
But nothing, just noises.
Uncertain, I turned the door opened immediately anxiety shredding my being but what greeted my sight, sent cool chills running through my spine.
I heaved a sigh of relieve as I clutched my hands to my chest, relieving myself of the pressure I had unknowingly built.
Enzo was supposed to be home in two hours, I figured. But then there it was staring at me.
I hissed, gently dropping the bags on the stool by the path leaning to the kitchen as I moved over to turn off the TV set.
A slight relieved washing over my heart and the early existment bubbled over. I must had left it on before leaving in my existment. I gasped.
Turning to pick up the bags, I stormed towards the kitchen, dropping the bags on the pavilion and slowly unpacking the stuffs I had gotten .
My existment barely contained as I envisioned how everything would turn out once I finally opened up to Enzo, plus the fact that he was walking again after being paralyzed. It felt like a miracle.
But as I unpacked, memories from two years ago rushed in, bringing pain. I hesitated, but pushed the feelings away. Today was about joy and love.
Still, something felt off. My skin crawled with goosebumps. I forced myself to focus, ignoring the heaviness in my chest.
I remembered Enzo promised to surprise me when he returned. That thought made me smile again.
I quickly got the kitchen ready to make his favorite meal, but I started to feel uneasy. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my clothes stuck to my skin.
Maybe a quick shower would help. Since he wasn't coming for a while, I arranged everything and headed upstairs, humming to myself.
But when I reached the hallway leading to our bedroom, I stopped in my tracks.
My eyes blinked repeatedly in reflux but I tried to stabilize my racing heart, shrugging that feeling off again.
I must have left the door opened in my urgency to get the stuffs earlier.
Taking my arms to my forehead, I slowly wiped the sweat off as I moved closer towards the door.
But then, I heard noises. Loud. Clear. gutteral. Echoed in pleasure.
I wasn't mistaken, something wasn't right, I felt it, I knew it.
The atmosphere became unbearable suffisticating as a ripple of unease settle on my spine yet again. Pulling me with a sting of fear. Doubt and uncertainty.
Trying to wrestle with my conflicting thoughts, I continued slowly in my tracks. One step, the unease grew more uneven, but I instead clutched my hands on my chest as I took another step.
My feet slightly trembling along side my entire body. I wanted to stop in my tracks, but then I continued moving forward.
The morn grew increasingly unbearable in my eardrum making my stomach to chur, but then I took the last step now standing at the door.
I froze.
Everything remained numb except for the rising and falling of my chest. Hot tears welling at the corner of my eyes.
The sight before me sent disguist, irritation and grief coarsing every part of my body. My legs glued to the spot despite it trembling.
I wanted to run back to the living room, to hold back my broken heart, to open my eyes and realize it was all a nightmare, but then I couldn't. My gaze remained on the scene before me.
They were to busy to notice my presence. I felt insignificant standing there and watching my beloved husband thrusting harder into the unknown lady that laid on our matrimonial bed.
Her hands clutched to the duvet firmly. The same I had carefully arranged before leaving for the groceries store. The same I had envisioned us making out on, on this special day of our second anniversary.
But then I was wrong.
"Arhh, harder…. Arhh" her mourns echoed the entire room.
Filling my heart with yet a greater wave of grief, and tears streamed the more as Enzo chuckle reeled through my broken heart.
He was so busy, making out with enthusiasm, love and passion. It hurts deep down because I hadn't experienced it this much whenever he made out with me, but then he was doing it with another woman.
When I couldn't stand it anymore, I screened "Enzo" my voice slightly weavring as fresh tears dropped down my cheeks.
Only then did he turn his face towards my direction. A deafening groaned followed. Without a word from him I knew what that was. A signal I was intruding or I was disturbing?
I swallowed hard as I watched him slowly reeling out of her. A frown creasing his forehead as he lean onto the lady and kissed her cheeks.
"Babe I will be right back" he whispered to her and she groaned turning in my direction with an unsheathed bitterness in her gaze.
That was when I got the picture, and my heart panicked.
"Ella?" I gasped.
She hissed and turned away, her face full of judgment. My heart raced.
Enzo got out of bed and walked toward me. His eyes were cold, filled with hate and irritation.
Before I could speak, he grabbed my wrist roughly and dragged me out of the room, down the hallway, and down the stairs to the living room.
"Enzo, stop! You're hurting me!" I cried, but he didn't listen.
When we got to the living room, he forcefully let go of my arms and I stumbled backwards, an impact of the force, my legs barely pulling me onto my feet as I landed distractingly on the tile floor.
Pains shot through my waist bone and my ankle. A creaking sound escaping my lips, tears forming in my eyes again.
I lifted my gaze towards him, but he surprisingly locked his gaze to mine, no atom of pity nor love in them. Which got me more confused.
This couldn't be the same Enzo I married.
I sat up slowly and touched my ankle. My palm came away bloody. The sight snapped something inside me.
"Enzo, why?" I asked, looking him straight in the eyes. After everything I'd done for him; the years I secretly supported him, helped him recover, and stood by his side, sacrificing my own life for him. I deserved an answer.
"Why what?" he snapped. "Are you stupid? Didn't you see it yourself?"
I swallowed hard.
"See what?" I whispered.
"That he doesn't love you and never did," a voice said from the stairs.
I looked up. It was Ella. Her eyes full of mockery.
I turned back to Enzo.
"Explain this. All of it. Why?" I asked.
"You heard her," Enzo sneered. "Stop acting like a child."
His words pierced me like a knife. But I held on, refusing to break.
"So this is the surprise you have for me right?" I questioned, my gaze drifting towards Ella who was now standing next to Enzo, wrapped affectionately in his arms.
"Yes, she's a better version you can never be" he mocked, rolling his gaze at me from her to toes "a commoner and a nobody from the slums."
His words strucked yet again, this time harder than ever, but I blinked forcing my self to stay strong.
But then his mocking, darkened stare remained fixed at me, silently promising me that It was only the beginning of my nightmare.