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I'm Not The Only One - Sam Smith
I've had my doubts about him for quite a while now, for a few months at least. Naively, I thought that this kind of situation just wouldn't ever happen to me. I thought that this only happens to other people, bad people. It was very stupid of me, right? Nobody, and I mean nobody would ever want to be in my shoes right now.
I know I don't need to be a drama queen, really. My situation isn't exactly rare or extraordinary. Sadly, a lot of people experience this too. But, the context and details are different for everyone.
I remember I was only 15 years old when I met him for the first time. He was on his last year of high school, a senior. I couldn't believe it when I found out that he had noticed me. Me, a mere freshman starting my first day in high school.
At 15, I was the girl who actually believe in those quizzes they have on magazines. You know, the ones that tell you when and where your one true love is going to come and knock on your door. I believed in fairytales and their beautiful depiction of love. I hoped that one day I could find my own Prince Charming. Looking back, I know now it was just the dreams of a naive little girl with a high expectation for romance.
I was 16 years old when we started to date. He told me that he wanted us to start off as friends before we date. We were officially together right before he left to go to college. I remember he told me that he couldn't imagine leaving me behind without making his feelings known. At that moment, I believed that he was the perfect boyfriend, the one and only man in my life.
I was already planning our life in my head. What would it be like in the future. He would get his degree and work as a lawyer, just like what his parents expected of him. As for me, I would like to graduate college and then be the housewife he wanted me to be.
I was very sure that he would propose to me nearing the end of my studies, then we would get married when he had a good job in some law firm. I assumed that we would start our family after our first year of marriage; that we would try for a baby boy right away. All men want a son, right? Then, maybe after 3 or 4 years of married life we would try for a little girl, with whom I could play doll.
During high school, I never listened to the rumors regarding our relationship. He always told me to ignore them, that they were just jealous of us.
We celebrated every holiday together all the way through my high school years. Then during college, we would spend every weekend and holiday together.
I was genuinely happy. He was the perfect boyfriend, a true gentleman. I could only laugh bitterly now, but it's true nevertheless. He always opened the door for me when we went out together, he held up the umbrella for me when it was raining. Just these little things that made him seem so charming and gentlemanly. He was my Mr. Perfect, my real life Prince Charming - or so I thought.
Finally my parents accepted when I decided to move in with him. He had already asked my father for my hand in marriage. I knew that my father only gave us his blessing to please me.
Our wedding day was one I will never forget. He was absolutely amazing and beautiful. There was a halo around him and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I could only see him - nobody else matters.
Time flew by so fast after that. I got my diploma that I wasn't even going to use because I wanted to be like my mom and his mom, the perfect housewife.
I knew my husband was handsome and sexy, I wasn't blind. But he married me. I was quite young, only 22 years old. So I thought that there would never be a possibility where he would cheat on me with someone younger than me.
So I became the perfect housewife for him and I enjoyed it. I loved decorating our home all by myself. I also cooked for him, just like his personal chef.
Then, suddenly, little things started to happen and that changed my perfect life.
It started with the smell of perfume on him. He told me he went to a perfume shop to buy something for me. The next day, he gave me a new perfume.
He touched me, but it didn't feel the same. He looked at me, but the emotions in his eyes were different. He called me with sweet endearments only when we're fighting. Some days he would come home very late. It was because of a case, he would say.
I asked him directly whether he was cheating on me or not. He told me I was crazy; that it was all just in my head.
I realized then that our relationship wasn't the same anymore.
One day, I found a red lipstick mark on his shirt. He thought that I wouldn't see it if he put it directly in the washer.
To put this to rest, I decided to follow him during the day. I wanted to know if he really was my perfect prince charming.
Then I knew.
She was pretty. She was younger than me. She was voluptuous. She was obviously more athletic than me. She was much more of a social butterfly than I was. She was my exact opposite in personality. But the funny thing is, physically, she looked like me.
I went back home after stopping by the grocery store. That afternoon, I drank alcohol for the first time in the 27 years of my life.
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When he got home that night, I told him I was sick and not to get too close to me lest he caught it. He believed me and slept in our guestroom.
The next day, I burned our old photos and our wedding album. I also burned his favorite book just for the hell of it.
I was surprised by my actions. I wasn't acting like myself. People always told me that I was a good and very mild mannered person.
I researched for a Private Investigator on the internet and I found him, J. Jenks. My husband didn't know that I earned myself quite a bit of money working occasionally as a freelance photographer. So, I decided to hire Jenks.
A week later, Jenks gave me full evidence of my 'sweet and perfect' husband's infidelity.
.. So now I come to you. I mean, there's no better way to get revenge than to ask my husband's biggest rival to represent me, don't you think?
I only have one request Mr. Volturi, break him like he broke my heart, my life and my soul.
It would be my greatest pleasure, Mrs. Cullen. It's only a matter of time before you're back to being Miss Swan.
It was with absolute delight that Felix Volturi was going to bring down the pretentious Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen was about to lose everything. And maybe, in the meantime he could seduce the lovely Isabella Swan-Cullen.
Such a lovely face should never cry again.