THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

CHAPTER TWELVE - GOOD-BYE

Lila POV

After the call, I hurriedly packed my things. I definitely don't want him to catch on me. I don't know what happened to him or what made him change his words to me. But the fact that we are already divorce I don't think I have the reason to be here in his house.

I grabbed my bag and hurriedly went downstairs. I already called an Uber and it contacted me that the driver is waiting outside now.

As I twisted the doorknob I looked back once again. I smile sadly as I can still remember all the beautiful memories we shared in this house. I remember back how badly he wants to have this house because I told him about my dream house.

The house is exactly my dream house actually. It's located far in the city and you can pass by a long drive and the sea breeze welcomes you. I always wanted to have a beach house. Where I can freely walk in the sand and think. It's like a constant reminder to me that I am free.

But I guess, I am not! because I am going back to the place where I came from. It's the place where I tried to avoid at all costs. Because there's nothing in there that makes my world.

I want freedom, a life that I can tend to choose to do whatever things that will work for me. Like, mingling in a grocery store where you shop and select things for you. Simple things that constantly remind me that I am a person and I have freedom to choose what I want in life.

I wiped the last drop of my tears as I twisted the door open. I can feel the heavy pain each time I take a step away from the place I called home for four years.

"Goodbye house! Thank you for the beautiful memories!" I softly mumble to myself.

I forcibly dragged myself out and went outside. I spotted the car and went inside.

"Where to mam?" The driver asked me.

"To the airport please!" I said to him,

As the car drove away, I didn't hold my tears and it just flowed out.

In the four years we've been together, this is the first time that he hurted me badly.

Blake has always been the sweetest and loving husband. When he had practice he always woke up early, he left the house while I was still sleeping and when he came back I was still in bed sleeping.

"Hey you sleepyhead!" He whispered to me. Just when he can't get a response. He will join me again with me in the bed.

When I woke up late at noon, I found myself alone in bed. But I didn't have to guess where my husband was.

I went to the shower then put on a bathrobe. I went downstairs only to find my husband looking so sexy wearing only boxers while cooking our meal. That's how sweet my husband is.

And when we fight over silly things most specifically about his weird assumption of jealousy. Yes! That's what always gets him, his jealousy.

The reason why I stopped working as a teacher is because we always argue about why I came home late, who I am with. Those irrational thoughts that always get him jealous.

I have been vocally expressing everything to him that I love him and it's always been him, no one will come to that. But no matter what, he still gets jealous over small things.

And when his parents expressed disagreement between our union it didn't stop us from loving each other.

They've been telling him to think again since I am kind of mysterious. Where did I come from? What kind of family do I have?

I came to see how important status is to them. That they want him to marry someone just like them, rich and powerful.

Blake didn't agree with any single words that his parents threw at me. He said that money and power is not important to him. As long as he loves me and I love him bakx that's all that matters.

When we got married I told him to rethink. It's not something we can redo again. He said that he already saw this a long time ago and that he wants me to be his wife forever.

For two years since we married his parents never accepted me. They just can't stomach the idea that their only son just married a mere teacher who doesn't have family to introduce to them.

I really don't care about it. How they think of me and how they think I should be. They said since I am Blake's wife I should attend important parties and dinner which I don't really like.

My goodness if only they knew how much I hated this kind of thing. That made me leave my own house and start my own life.

I can't stand how people smile at each other if I know that deep down they just want to tear each other's throat. How conniving and deceiving they are trying to portray a perfect, glamorous and respectable person. I hate that kind of environment. I would never ever come to love it.

Sometimes when his mother called. I can hear them arguing something and I don't have to guess what since I know I am the main reason for that. Throughout the years we have been together, never once I have been treated well by his parents.

I started to lose hope after two years of marriage but still they can't accept me. His parents often told him that I didn't make some moves just to make them like me.

I mean how am I supposed to do that? When they already judge me within knowing me at first? For me no matter what I do, if they think of me like that I can never change their mind. It's their perspective of me and I don't have the power to change it but only them. If they can accept me for who I am then be it.

But I would never change myself for them, just make them accept me.