Okay, this is part two. I must warn you, this does have a sad and tragic ending so brace yourselves.

Three years later...

My heart was broken in so many ways.

As they lowered the casket down inside the grave, fresh tears fell from my brown eyes. I held myself tight to keep myself from shaking.

He was gone. The man I really loved was taken away from me. He died for me and for our sacred love. I kept telling myself it should've been me; it should've been me lying in that casket.

Anger boiled in my veins. Damn that Steven! Why did he had to come back after what he did to me? My ex-husband made my life a living hell. The man used and abused me so badly, controlling my every move and calling me vile names. Then, I realized he never loved me at all.

It suddenly dawned on me that my marriage was a sham when Steven shot me with my own handgun!

After he was convicted, I divorced him, sold the house and moved to another state. I made a vow I wasn't gonna get romantically involved with other men until I'd come to learn to love and trust myself.

I did just that, until I met Dave Batista.

Dave didn't have a mean bone on his body. He was a big guy but he was so sweet and caring for my safety and for my personal welfare. He was so kind and respectful towards me. For the first time in my life, someone came along and healed my heart.

Dave and I started dating within six months. He treated me like a princess; always lavishing me with love and affection, always wining and dining me, always treating me with the upmost respect.

No doubt about it, I was falling in love with him.

A year and a half later, Dave told me he loved me. After I said I loved him, too, we finally made sweet love.

Another six months later, we were married. Unlike my first marriage, which ended on a sour note, my second marriage turned out to be exactly what I wanted to be.

Dave was the perfect husband. He loved and respected me and he didn't have a mean bone anywhere on his body. Sure, we have our usual arguments here and there, but we would always make up...in the sexiest way possible.

One day, I was at the gym, getting my workout on when I looked out the window and noticed a man staring right at me. I didn't care for it at first, until he came forward and glared at me. My heart pounded furiously in my chest and tears started falling from my eyes when I realized who it was.

It was my ex-husband Steven!

Not wasting any time, I broke camp. I didn't care if anyone was watching me, I just wanted to be out of there. I didn't care if anyone was following me, I just wanted to go home to my husband.

I managed to get to my car when I got out in the parking lot. But, before I could get in. Someone grabbed my arm and pushed me against the door. When I looked up, it was my ex-husband.

"Did you really think I wasn't gonna come after you after what you did to me? Did you?" Steven asked sarcastically.

"No," I simply replied.

He slapped me across my face. "Don't you say another goddamn word! You ruined my life, Lisa! All you had to do was to give me what I wanted and everything would've been all right! Why did you had to do this, huh? Why?"

I didn't say a word. I couldn't say a word. Why didn't I say this coming? Why didn't I see my ex-husband come after me after three years? Steven had hurt me so badly. He's the reason why I had changed.

One thing I know for sure: I will NEVER go back to him!

"Lisa, why didn't you love me the way I loved you?" Steven scolded again.

"You never loved me at all! You used and abused me! You just needed me to warm your bed. You accused me of cheating on you but you got another girl pregnant! And, on top of that, I almost died because of you!" I screamed.

He moved to hit me again, but when I raised my hands to protect myself, he noticed my wedding ring on my finger and grabbed my hand.

"I know you didn't just get married again, Lisa!" Steven yelled in my face.

I just nodded my head.

In a fit of rage, he punched the windshield of my care with his bare hand, causing me to shriek.

"I can't believe my woman's married to another man!" Steven screamed.

"I'm not your woman," I reminded him.

My ex-husband tried to hit me again, but I managed to duck and got in my car quickly. Without a second to lose, I cut on the engine to my car and drove away from Steven.

Driving back home, I had so many things going through my head. How can I tell my current husband that my ex was back to get me? I surely didn't wanna lost Dave, especially after what he had done for me.

When I pulled up in my driveway, Dave was sitting on the front porch. After I killed the engine to our car, I jumped out and ran up the stairs. My husband saw the tears falling from my eyes after I fell into his strong arms.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Dave asked while he stroked my hair.

"I saw him. He's not supposed to see me! He's supposed to be in prison!" I cried out.

Suddenly, it dawned on him. "You ran into your ex-husband, didn't you?"

I nodded my head slowly. "He's back to reclaim me. Steven's a cold-blooded killer, baby. I should know, because I almost died at his hand. He'll kill anyone just so he could marry me again."

Dave scooped me up in his arms and carried me inside. I didn't know what my husband was doing, but, at this point, I didn't care.

"What are you doing, baby?" I asked, looking at him strangely.

Dave leaned over and kissed me sweetly. "Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna take your mind off your ruthless ex for a while."

We kissed again while he carried me over to the couch. After he laid me down on the soft cushion, we began ripping each other's clothes off. I knew what my husband was talking about; for him to take my mind off my Steven proved to be a good thing after all.

Once we were naked, Dave grabbed my hips and slid inside of me without any sort resistance. I wrapped my legs over his back and moaned, forgetting about my ex for the time being.

We moved together in unison, savoring each other to the fullest. Dave had me reeling with need, my head was filled with tiny stars. He slammed inside of me more furiously, causing me to scream out his name. He leaned down and captured one of my nipples in his mouth, then he did the same with the other.

I turned my husband over on his back and began riding him. Dave held my waist and pushed me back and forth on his hard member. I threw my head back moaned loudly, feeling my orgasm coming strong. I leaned down and kissed my gorgeous husband passionately, shoving my tongue in his mouth. We were making enough noises for the neighbors to hear.

Finally, I reached an incredible climax. Luckily for me, Dave wasn't far behind and together we fell into an entangled heap on the couch.

Little did I know, this would be the last time me and my husband would be together like this.

As I slept in Dave's arms, someone broke in our house. By the time I woke up, it was too late. Steven was standing over us with a gun in his hand.

"Get up, Lisa. We need to talk," Steven demanded.

I didn't say a word nor did Dave, who woke up right after me. We quietly got dressed while Steven sat down on the sofa.

"So, you're Dave, right? You're my woman's husband, huh?" he scolded.

Dave just nodded his head.

Steven grew angry at what my husband said. "You son of a bitch! This is the one woman you had no business messing with in the first place! Lisa's mine! She'll always be mine! I made her into the what she is now! Why couldn't you just leave her alone, huh?"

Dave glared at him. "Because, unlike you, I love my wife."

Steven reached over and whacked my husband across the face with the gun, causing blood to come out of his mouth. I tended to my husband, wiping the blood away from his mouth, which pissed Steven off even more.

"I can't believe this! You didn't take care of me when you stabbed me, Lisa!" Steven reminded me.

I glared at him. "You attacked me! I was just defending myself. I had it with you attacking me! That's why I left you!"

Steven moved to hit me, but Dave jumped up and punched Steven right in the jaw. As they were fighting, I ran to the nearest phone and dialed 911.

Then...

The gun went off.

I dropped the phone and ran back into the living room. I looked around and noticed Steven was gone because the front door was open. When I looked down on the floor, my heart stopped!

My husband was lying in the pool of his own blood! I kneeled down beside his lifeless body and cried my eyes out. I can't believe my ex took away the only man I really loved!

Steven eventually was sent back to prison, this time he got 45 years to life for murder. The judge assured me I won't have to worry about my ex-husband coming after me anymore.

When I divorced Steven, I went and got my tubes untied so I could have a baby with someone else.

Shortly after Dave's death, I found out I was pregnant with his child. I have no intention of giving my baby up.

Packing up my belongings, I'm getting ready to move on and start over with my baby girl. The first thing I'm gonna do when I arrive at my destination is find my estranged mother...

To be continued..

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