The Cheating Heart

“"Your wife is not pregnant, Mr. Javier," confirmed the doctor who looked at Amelie. He just clenched his fist. He didn't know what to feel first. Whether it's the pain that he probably doesn't have a child, that he won't really be a father, or the anger he feels for Amelie's cheating on him. It looks stupid to him. Easy to fool and fool. It can easily be rotated in its hands. He didn't think Amelie would trick him into such a thing. 'Where is his heart to make him hope that they will have children? He was beyond happy when he found out she was pregnant. He removed the barrier between them because he wanted to fix their marriage. "Toll." His older brother put his arms around him and squeezed his shoulders tightly. He knows that he feels sorry for him, even Amelie's mommy feels sorry for him. Poor him. In everyone's eyes, Amelie made him miserable. Anger rose in his chest. He tried to think about what he had done wrong to Amelie and why he had to deceive her again and again. He loved it. He confessed even though there was still doubt in his heart if he really loved her. But now, he guessed not. Amelie did not love or be loved by him. It loved no one but itself. It cannot love others. She is nothing but a selfish scheming bitch. "Tristan, son . . ." "I'm fine," he answered, trying to steady his voice. He also tried to hold back the tears that wanted to break out. "Could you let us talk to Amelie first?" he asked his mother. Amelie looked at him who was in a corner. Her brother and Amelie's mother looked at each other before she sighed and nodded. "But please don't hurt her," Amelie's mother pleaded softly. He wants to laugh. Hurt her? If he could, he wanted to hurt her but he couldn't. Because even though he was very angry that he cheated on him, he couldn't hurt him physically. He just nodded slowly. He stared at her for a moment before leaving with Travis. He looked at Amelie who was stunned in her position. His lips are swollen and cracked. There is a scratch on his neck and his hair is messed up because of his mommy's hurt. He walked to where Amelie was. Even its arms also have scratches. He averted his eyes there. He tried to force it into his mind that they were still missing. "T-Tristan . . ." "Don't," he firmly stopped her when he tried to touch her. "Don't fucking touch me." He withdrew his hand and immediately burst into tears. "I He took a deep breath to ease his breathing. He shook his head. He couldn't speak properly because of his anger. His fingernails almost dug into his palm because of his clenched fist. "I wanted to ask why you did that but. . ." He laughed sarcastically. "I remember how much conniving you are." He shook his head. "You can't love anyone but yourself." "That's not true, I love you-" "B*llsh*t! You didn't love me. Tangina, Amelie . . . you didn't love me because love isn't like that. You tricked me, you made me look like a fool with your lies. What? Are you kidding me while you see how excited I am that we're going to have a baby? Are you so happy when I'm hoping that we're going to have a baby, but it's fake?!" He grabbed his arm. "I wish you didn't love me anymore . . . I wish you'd just keep your love to yourself and stop feeling sorry for me. I hate you, Amelie. I fuck*ng hate the hell out of you!" he said emphatically and let go of her arm. He glanced at the ring on her finger. Their wedding ring and the engagement ring he gave her. He grabbed her hand and without saying anything took off the ring and then threw it in the trash. He also took off his and did the same. He turned his back and did not look at Amelie. He doesn't care about it anymore. He left the clinic. He saw his mommy and daddy outside, Tere was with them. They are talking to Travis and Amelie's mommy. It seems that the two of them explained what happened. The first to come to him was his mommy. They are full of tears. "I'm sorry, son," he said and hugged her tightly. He hugged his mommy and fell on her shoulder then he didn't care to cry there. He poured his tears and pain into his mother's arms. He was no longer embarrassed if he was like a crying child. He can't handle the pain. Because it's not just his son that he has to accept that he lost. But also Amelie. He needed to let her go if he didn't want her to lose her head with all the pain he was going to give her. Amelie was stunned by what Tristan did. He couldn't move where he was. He had already left but he couldn't look back at her because his eyes were focused on the trash where she had thrown their rings. He forced his feet to step closer to the trash can. He knelt before it. It had various contents but he did not feel disgusted. He rummaged through the trash to find the rings. He was struggling not only because they were small but because his eyes were blurry from tears. Some people approached his hospital staff to stop him from spreading but he did not listen. His life seemed to depend on finding the rings. Even though they forced him to stand”