Chapter Nine.

The moist drop splattered across the paper that she was holding in her hand. The perfectly written neat letters that formed those words were looking back to her and she felt that they were mocking her and laughing to her misery. Kate sensed another tear coming, but she managed to stop it by whiping her hand across her cheek.

She read the letter one more time and seated herself on his couch.

Jack darling,
I'll be home soon from France. Will you come to pick me up from the airport as you promised? My plane lands tomorrow at 16.00pm. I've missed you. I love you so much.
Love, your wife, Sarah.

…like you promised…

…your wife…

She was staring at her name that was written in McHandwriting to the bottom of the letter.

There didn't seem to be any misunderstanding. Jack knew very well about this but had just somehow forgot to mention to her that he was a married man. But how could he have done this to her? Jack had even known that she would be coming home today but still he had gone on about what they would do when he got home in the evening.

Kate was holding the letter with her both hands and felt like ripping it apart right there. She was able to restrain herself and placed the piece of paper carefully on the couch.

The pain hit her chest. All the anger was building up inside her and she herself more betrayed than ever. She threw her head back and opened her mouth so she could scream her heart out the make the pain go away, but nothing came out of her.

The tear that she had tried to hold back appeared again but this time Kate didn't even try to stop it. With that one escaped tear many more followed. The teardrops warmed her face and her tongue tasted their saltiness.

She tilts her head forwards and buries her face to her palms, the sobbing now getting more louder.

Thousand thoughts go thru her head. What had been his intention with her in the first place? Had she just been his fcuking toy when her regular fcuk had been out of town?

She raised her face from her palms and whiped her moist skin with her shirt's sleeve.

So what the heck am I going to do now? I could always just leave the letter on the kitchen table and run. Or I could just evaporate from his home, without leaving any signs.

She weighted her options, trying to decide what to do next. After contemplating for a while, she made a choice to stay until he would get home. Maybe this was all just a big misunderstanding and they would laugh about it afterwards. Deep down Kate knew that the chances for that happening were slim but she decided to give him the benefit of a doubt.

He came precisely in the same time he had come home the day before. First she heard the footsteps, then the clinking of the keys and finally the bang from the door.

Kate hadn't moved from the couch. She was twiddling the letter with her fingers and her eyes were still red and swollen from all the crying.

"Kate!" Jack was yelling out her name again when he stepped in.

"Why are you just sitting there? Aren't you going to answer me?" he said smiling when he noticed her on the couch and tossed the keys on the kitchen table.

His smile faded when he saw Kate's face more properly.

"What is it?" he asked and sat next to her.

She still hadn't said a word. Like you didn't know, she thought. Kate was looking at the floor in front of her, but eventually raised her gaze to his face.

"You tell me," she snapped, thrusting the letter into his direction.

He looked confused but took the letter. After folding it open and reading it, all the colour drained from his face and shocked expression was coming to his eyes.

Kate had been looking at him the whole time and the tears started to moist her eyes again, making them glister against the light that was coming thru the windows.

"Kate…" he started but stopped soon. When he turned to look at her in the eyes, it was too much for her so Kate closed her eyes, letting more salty proof of her misery fall down her face.

Jack shifted his gaze to the floor and an awkward silence came upon them. She slowly opened her now even more red eyes and fixed them to him.

"Let me explain."

Kate knew that nothing he could say at this point could make the situation any different. No explanation could make it better.

"She just asked me to marry her again. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I didn't even know that I would ever bump into you again."

After hearing his words, she had stopped crying. Her eyes where still moist but the tear float was gone. Moment later an amusement look came to her face and she started laughing bitterly.

"That's your explanation? It didn't actually explain anything. Where is the explanation for why you didn't tell me that you have a wife? And your ex-wife, no less! Where the fcuk is the explanation for that, Jack!" she yelled against his face.

He was still staring to the floor and Kate could see a bit of moist shine in the corner of his eye.

"I never meant it to be like this," he whispered and finally raised his eyes from the floor to her.

It was clear that she was very angry and hurt. It stabbed a knife thru his heart to see her like this and what made the blade twist even more was the fact that he had caused all that hurt and anger to her.

"Well…I guess that's it then."

She placed her palms to her knees and yanked herself up. Kate started gathering her clothes that were lying everywhere and after she was done, she gave one last look to his direction.

Jack hadn't moved from the couch and was staring at her. His eyes looked sad and the same longing that had been there on the night they had met, was there again. She raised the strap of her hobo bag to her shoulder and was about to walk out of the door when he stood up and yelled: "Wait."

She turned to look at him and saw his figure walking towards her.

"You can't just leave."

"Of course I can and there isn't actually anything you can do about it. Because that letter and your marriage are two very existing things, I shouldn't have ever come to this flat with you in the first place," she ranted and opened the door.

Jack tried to stay as calm as he possibly could and pulled the door back closed. She looked very pissed and was frowning at him.

She took few steps towards the front door about to open it again. This time he grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving.

"Let go of me!"

He didn't.

"I said, let go of me!"

He wasn't holding her arm hard so she could've jerked it away anytime she wanted. But she didn't.

Jack turned her body carefully into a position where they were facing each other.

"Let go of me!" she was still yelling and pulled her arm away from his grip.

Jack pushed her against the wall, placing his hands to her waist.

"Let go of me…"

Her voice was only a whisper now and Kate was pounding his chest with her fists powerlessly as the tears came back.

Jack let her rant, hit his chest and kick him. The only thing her was doing was holding her against the wall with his hands on her sides and looking her straight into the eyes.

After raging for a while, she realised that it was no use. He was stronger than her and he wasn't going to let go of her. Kate stopped slapping him and looked up to his face.

The moist had build up in his eyes to the point where he couldn't hold it back anymore. One tear escaped from the corner of his eye and Kate saw it. She raised her hand to wipe it away but Jack's palm took her hand by the wrist stopping its motion.

He leaned his face closer, placing one quick kiss on her lips. Kate squinted her eyes shut. He pulled his head back and was looking to her lips, panting slowly and heavily against her.

"Jack, please. Don't," she whispered.

He wasn't hearing this and cupped her cheeks, pulling himself closer to her weak body.

"Don't," she tried one more time but it was no use.

He scooped her lips with his own and started planting several small kisses on them. The tears were falling steadily from her eyes. Before long she could taste her own salty teardrops that Jack's tongue was delivering into her mouth.

She slid her palms to rest on his chest and started responding. He made a quiet sound of relief. She was still on the same page with me, he thought to himself.

Removing his hands from her face, he began to trail them down her body until they reached her tummy. He gently pushed her harder against the wall and caressed her skin beneath the tank top.

She broke their kiss and looked at him. Jack didn't pay attention to this and moved his hands lower. She tossed her head back and groaned a bit. He was working his mouth on her neck when the reality hit her.

What am I doing?

She snatched herself away from him and looked him with shock in her eyes.

He tried to grab her but this time she was faster.

"I said, don't."

She was walking away to the door. Jack knew he couldn't stop her from leaving if that really was what she wanted.

"Just know that I will be here if you ever come back," he said a sad expression on his face.

The sadness took over her body and sent shivers thru her spine, but she gathered her energy, pushed the misery aside and picked up the bag from the floor.

They were silent for a little moment longer, just staring one another.

Eventually she opened her mouth:

"Go get your precious wife. She's probably waiting for you."

She slammed the front door closed on her way out.