FeiraVille
 
Stories That Build
Legacy of lies 3
Views:176 | By: Isaac
Legacy of lies 3
Continuation....

Despite of how much I felt to go back and make it work, I still felt the betrayal inside me. I felt the pain of sharing, not just sharing but sharing my man.
Why should I always be the one to lose in every relationship I start? Why should I be loving and losing just because I have been so good and loyal to people who never cared about my feelings?
I knew I was strong enough to forget but this one was too much. I thought hard about it and noticed that this must not be the first time as he had been having those 'night meetings'.

Am sorry to say, but this one I really can't handle. I asked my heart just to forgive me as I was going to leave, go look for peace as the step we always fear to take it's the best decision we can make in life. I knew we had been together for long but that was not going to make me look like a fool living with someone who values someone else.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°
It was still raining as I was going home. I was lost into deep thoughts that I did not notice the bus stopping at the stage where I always alighted. I was alerted by a man who was shouting outside,
"Buy the riverside fruits and you will never regret".

I hurried up and stepped outside before it started off again.
It was about a 30 meters walk distance and I was already outside my doorstep knocking for someone to open up the door for me.

As usual I expected James to open for me, but this time round, a brown slim tall lady opened the door. Had I missed the door or something? Was I at the wrong place disturbing other people's peace? Was I soo confused that I was not conscious of where I was going?
After some questions to myself I stepped in only to find James with a towel around his waist sitted on the couch watching football.......

Watch out the next part
Related Stories
Image Self-concept in a community
I recently had the opportunity to watch Encanto. T...
Image Power of nature on anxiety
Rachel Carson once said that, "There is some...
Image The art of forgiveness
After being away for so long, I realized there was...
Image Mothers wish that ended in her grave.
If only my late mother could hear this, am sure sh...
Image The cry for the loved dead
My name is Michael. It has been 3 years now since...
Stories By Industry
Reach out to writer...
Post a comment
Sign In to comment
Comments
No Results Found!