She’s Mine

Florence’s pov.

"Florence,” he called me when he entered the house. I let out a sigh, by the tone of his voice I knew that he was drunk.

When he's drunk, he behaves completely differently toward me. The exact opposite when he was sober.

His lips formed a line after glancing my way; he caressed my face when I attended to him; his eyes gleamed when he found mine. He was sitting on our sofa, "my beautiful wife." Now that I comprehended who he was thinking about, I chuckled.

Why was he here and not at his first love place? Did they engage in conflict? My emotions were altered by the image of them arguing and him pleading with his greatest love. It shattered me.

I instructed him, "Stand up, I'll take you up to your room," but he cast his head away. God, I wanna kiss him when he’s acting this way but the last time I did it. He insulted me.

“Don't you like me?" He blinked his eyes. Please don't; it's killing me.

I sighed, "Hurry up Harry, you'll regret it if you don’t stop." I reminded him even though I knew he wouldn't follow what I said.

I was bewildered when he pulled me and made me sit on his lap. "Why? You're my wife; we can do whatever we want." He whispered, using his baritone tone.

I bit my lower lip. Fvck! Fvck! Hold it off Florence until it's early.

"H-Harry, don't," I pleaded not to him but to myself.

"You're my wife," he repeatedly murmured.

"Yes, I am, so get up now because I'm going to clean you.” I tried to get him up, but he held my wrist tightly. I can feel an electricity that suddenly revives my system.

"I love you," I could feel his breath on my neck and later on he licked it. That sent a sensation in my entire body and it made me deeply root in his lap. Holy shit! I close my eyes; this is not good. It didn't end there because he started taming me using his lips, and I gave in.

How long will I be Harry's toy? When will I get tired of this kind of situation?

He slowly leaned his head toward me until our lips met. He kissed me tenderly, I could feel him touching my waist and was carried away by how he did it romantically. I know he wasn't thinking of me; it was her. His first lover. While his lips surveyed my body, part of me wanted to cry because I knew tomorrow would be different. And he'll accuse me of using his weakness.

Harry and I were once happily married; even though I knew he was only faking, he treated me nicely. Treating me act like a spouse was a dream, but when his first love returned, he changed his behavior around me. He became cold, bossy, and heartless like the first time we slept in our room. Everything looks gloomy to me now that his radiance has shown up.

He spends the morning with me or even at work and his night is with her. I'm not sure how long this scenario is going to remain but even if it bothers me, I'll try to be dumb since I treasure him. I'm willing to go through any hardship as long as he's still mine; I still have a right to him, that's how much I cherish him.

"Ahh," I moaned when he entered me.

What did I have against her? She was his first love; he married me because I requested it.

As a Johnson, the only grandchild of my grandparents, they granted me my dream. I became Mr. Thompson’s wife whom every girl dreams of.

"F-faster Harry," I was sweating, panting, and craving for more. I give up everything to him, and only him and I have no regrets.

"F-Dlor," he moaned.

Did he just moan at me? Or...Florine?

"O-ohh," I wasn't able to think properly when he wrecked me that day. But after that night, he ignored me the other day.

***

In the morning, Harry would go to his company and work for it while I stayed at home. I gave up my dream to be a doctor and be his perfect wife even if he didn’t appreciate it. That’s how much I love him. I went to the grocery store to fill our fridge because I wanted to cook his favorite dish.

My significant other entered the house. I suddenly wipe my hands and remove my apron to welcome him. He was dressed in a black tuxedo that molded to his physique. He was with his briefcase, seeing him like that, I even fell in love more. He was like a Greek god coming after me for all the sins I had done. Despite the fact that I couldn't paint his face when I welcomed him, he looked exquisite.

I was about to wave at him when he just walked straight as if he didn't notice me. The cold CEO was now ignoring his wife as always.

"Harry, what do you want for lunch? I'll cook," I happily announced to him, but my smile faded when he didn't respond and continued to enter the room.

Did something happen? My forehead puckered and followed him.

"Harry," I called him, walking up the staircase to go to his room. "Harry," I was about to knock when his door was half open, so I entered.

He was picking up his things and putting them in his huge suitcase.

I shrug and look at him intently while he packs. I naively inquired, "Do you perhaps have a vacation?" He paused, turned to face me, and then eventually resumed what he was doing.

"Where? In Los Angeles, does anyone want to meet you? Did you hit the jackpot?" His wife would cheer him for any accomplishment.

My brow wrinkled as he responded, "I'll leave." His words made my heart sink. I was shaking, tears welled up my face and immediately got on the bed to take his belongings out of the luggage. I was deaf at the moment, but his loud shout made my soul flutter, "What are you doing, Florence Smith?!"

He can't leave me. No, never! I would never allow it.

"Put that back." He puts back those I removed, then I will remove them and throw them on the floor. "For God's sake, woman, stop it!" But I continue being deaf.

He couldn't hold back when he gripped my elbow and made me look at him. I was panting, furious and trembling. His jaw tightened, his eyes were red, and there was some emotion in his eyes that was hard to predict.

"Stop that! Leave me alone. Aren't you feeling sorry for yourself?" He spat.

"No," I stared at him. "Why? Do you feel sorry for me?"

"No, I feel disgusted with you." He didn't even think twice about stating those hurtful words and violently let go of my hand as he continued to pick up his things on the floor.

I threw it all on the floor once again like it was a toy; his nose was already burning when he glared at me, and I didn't care if he cursed me. I'd do anything just so he wouldn't leave me. I don't care if he hates me; all I want is him.

"Enough, Florence! We're not kids anymore!"

"My grandma would hate you to death!" I pointed out, "She won't be easy on you when she finds out what you did to me." I threatened him.

"Then tell her." I was stunned by his answer. Usually he would keep quiet whenever I brought up grandma in our argument. "Do you think I'm afraid now like before? I don't care, Florence. And for sure she would be happy if I let you go. I'm not afraid of her anymore, after what you did to my life. Fvcking do it!" For the first time in my life, it was the first time I saw him fuming mad.

I saw him mad but…he’s so powerful now.

I gulp hard; I'm afraid of what he will declare next. My mind was clouded with different ideas especially when he walked near his briefcase, my knees jittery while looking at him smirk pulling an envelope at his briefcase.

God, no. I shook my head and pleaded.

"Sign this," he handed me a paper. A hot tear welled up, and my body gave up seeing the paper. "I want a divorce, Florence Smith."

Florence’s pov.

"No," I protested, got the paper, and ripped it in front of him.

"Even if you rip it all over again, I had a lot of copies, sign it now so we don't engage in huge trouble."

"Then I'll rip it until you get tired of printing copies of it!"

"I won't get tired of telling you that I don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I won't get tired of printing a copy saying that I am done." I crumpled my skirt; his choice of words and his existence always made my heart shattered apart.

"But I can't; I love you, Harry."

"Sign this, Florence; your love is not what I want."

"Then what? Tell me, I'll grant it."

"That!" He pointed at me, "That attitude of yours; I hate it when you think you can get anything just for money."

"Do you want me to change? I'll do it. J-just don't leave me."

"Florence Smith!"

"Thompson, Harry," I corrected him.

"Are you really going to be stubborn because of love?"

"This is my dream."

"And it's my nightmare." I was taken aback by his answer, is that how much he despises me? I swallowed, "I just want your money.” He started, calm down Flor. It was the beginning of his words, “and now...I don't need it anymore." I shook my head, I will pretend I didn't hear what he said.

"No, you still need it. Use me, Harry, I don't mind. You want fame, wealth, name, go on, take it, take me...j-just fvcking don't mention divorce." I pleaded, I wasn't born to be like this, this is not me but since I married him there have been a lot of changes happening. I can’t even recognize Florence Smith anymore.

"For God's sake, Florence! Your grandmother would curse you if she heard you." He yelled in my face.

I scream back, "I don't care; just don't leave me."

“Give me freedom, Florence. I don’t wanna be your puppet."

"Stop talking, Harry! I don't want to, please." My lips tremble; I can't do it. Just thinking that another woman could be in my place makes me feel like someone is squeezing my heart.

"But that's the best."

"Have mercy on me!" I shouted; astonishment was evident on his face when I raised my voice for the first time.

I was a soft-spoken woman; I guarded every word that came out of my mouth because I didn't want someone to be offended. But right now, I wanna release my grievances that I've been hiding for a long time. I'm going to explode if I don't release it now.

"I give up everything for you!" I pointed at him, "My dream, my life, my desire, my family, fuck! I chose you because I love you, so how can you say I'll let you go?" My voice cracked.

"I didn't make you do it." His face was blank as if he didn't care about me.

"But you're the one who approached me, Harry Thompson; that's why I became like this, don't you remember?"

"Yet I didn't ask you to fall in love with me." I scoff, he always has a reason for everything.

"Shut up! Just fvcking-don't...talk!" My shoulders rise and fall. "You can't order me to just let go of everything, Harry. I gave up everything to be your perfect wife, so why couldn't you just love me?"

My parents were against him; he was not their ideal son-in-law, the fact that he was not part of an elite family, and they didn't like the family background. But I was hardheaded; I fought him against my clan; I requested my grandparents, and they granted me what I desired as their only grandchild.

We were twenty-two that time when I went to their house and asked for his hands; he was cold when he agreed, and that's what I liked about him.

"Because I don't want to, that's enough. You're tiring; I don't deserve this."

"H-Harry," I struggled to call his name.

"I already told you plenty of times, I didn't love you and I never will love you." I was numb. As I had done with my parents before, I turned a deaf ear to everything he was saying. It makes my heart split but I keep ignoring it. "Sign this to be done. Don't push yourself to someone who doesn't want you anymore." His calm voice was making an ache deep in my stomach.

"No! I only have a right to you in the paper, and then you're going to take it away from me?" My voice rasp, I turned away as my eyes welled up with tears. "I only own your last name please…don't take it from me." It was the low of me, when I pleaded with him but... I can't just give him up when I give up everything just for him.

"But how about me? Are you going to be selfish once again? You’ll only choose yourself for the second time?" I couldn't answer. "Well," he licked his lower lip and shrugged, "you always think of yourself. You're so selfish, Florence." He remarked, and I saw a bitter emotion that passed through his eyes.

Am I that bad? Am I really just thinking about myself? I looked at him, his eyes. The first time I saw it, it was filled with emotion that I can name but seeing it now all I see are coldness and unfamiliar emotions. Did I make him like that? Am I the reason behind it?

But I thought he loved me because he was giving me a signal or that was just for show? I took a glance at him once again; he was there standing next to me, determined to get away from my life. He didn't even think about what might happen to him or to his family when my grandmother discovered our divorce. Is that how much he wants to get rid of me?

I closed my eyes, and when I opened my eyes, tears formed in my eyelids. His position is still the same.

I exhaled and gulped, "Do you really want to get out of my life?"

I saw how his eyes gleamed when I asked him, "Yes," he replied without hesitation.

"Did you never love me?" Even if the answer will break me here I am hurting myself.

He shook his head. "I just married you because my family asked me to." I closed my eyes. How pathetic I was.

I sighed heavily. I didn't want to do this. I fought him, so I didn't want to end up with nothing, but seeing how determined he was to lose me.

I swallowed and shut my eyes, taking the paper and pen from his hand, with my hands shaky I signed the paper.

"I hope you'll be happy," I told him while giving the divorce agreement with a heart of doubt.

On our fourth anniversary, I let him go not because I didn't want to but because he didn't want to be with me anymore and had someone else.

He walked with his luggage. I followed him to the outside, hoping that he might say he is just pranking me. But seeing his car out of my sight, I accepted the fact that he was really done.

I screamed with my hands covering my mouth; I couldn't stop my tears from falling. Maybe he didn't love me; he just waited for the one he loved to come back to ruin me. I went to our storage room to let it out inside of me.

"Argh!" I shouted and hit those things there, "Fuck you!" That's all I did until I felt tired and dizzy. "Shit!" I tried to get out of there because I might get injured; the strength I had was enough to get to the door and fainted.

I lifted one of my eyes, and it landed on a white ceiling. I tried to get up and saw my doctor's best friend, Ynah. My forehead furrowed as I surveyed around, I was in a hospital.

"What am I doing here?" I weakly raise a question to her.

"Why are you neglecting yourself, Flor?" She asked me with a worried tone. "Stress is not good for you, and by the way where is your husband?" She arched an eyebrow at me, and I looked away.

"Why am I here? The last time I knew I was in my house." Diverting the topic was the easiest way to avoid her question.

"Your grandma asked me to look for you because you were out of coverage, you know she's not in good condition yet here you are making you worry." She preached to me.

"Did you go to my house?"

"Yes and when I saw you were unconscious." She rolled her eyes, and I pouted. "Now tell me, Florence, what happened? Why are you alone, and where is Harry? He needs to know that you're four weeks pregnant; stress is not good for you."

"We got divorced," I casually replied, then a sudden realization hit me when I recalled her words.

"What???" We both screamed, "Repeat what you said, Florence?" I was dumbfounded staring at her. I was what?

"I'm pregnant?" I pointed to my stomach; suddenly I felt cold in my seat. My mouth dropped; I couldn't believe it all happened so fast.

I couldn't properly explain what I felt; I was shaking as if I were happy. Something in me hoped and felt good, but remembering his words made me want to throw up.

"Explain to me now, why did you two get divorced? Did you finally see your worth?" She happily asked me, with a blank plastered on my face, her wide smile wiped out. "Don't tell me he asked it?”

"Florine's here,"

"What? That girl?" I nodded. She took a breath and was frowning. "What are you going to do now?"