chapter 6

"I'M IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE." That words, too painful.

"Who's the lucky girl?" I asked him.

At these times I feel like I want to cry. He already loves someone, he already loves someone. Am I late for dating? Or was it just that someone else was making her heart beat?

"You don't have to know him anymore. I don't want you to bother him," he promised coldly.

"Don't worry, I'll marry you. But I can't love you, keep that in mind, Miss Carter. You can have my surname, my body but the rest you can't have that. And hopefully like that what others do is we don't interfere with each other. We're just married on paper, that's just our connection but not the personal problem. "

I stepped back when he approached me. Her scent has penetrated my nose and her hot breath is already hitting my ears and neck. My fist clenched because of how I felt.

"Are you v-rgin? We can do what the couple does, you know? That's all I can give you," he said softly and I felt him kiss my neck and hug my arm. he on my waist.

My jaw tightened because of what he did. "But you have wounds, we can't do our advance honeymoon, baby," he said coldly then turned his back on me.

It was like I was just there to breathe properly. I closed my eyes firmly. He acted that he's heartless. Just like what he used to be in the past.

I just ate quietly and so did he. Only our parents talk. I also lost my excitement. He was still the first person I remembered when I arrived in the Philippines but all I could reach was the heartless and playboy doctor.

I heaved a sigh. "I'm just in the comfort room," I let them know and I didn't wait for them to answer because I was already out there.

Instead of going to the comfort room, I went to the parking lot.

Until now, I still feel the familiar pain in my heart. All the words he uttered to me. It all went down into my heart.

"Xena," I heard a woman call me. My posture was improved but I was still leaning against the hood of my car.

"Hersey," I uttered her name. I smiled when I saw my best friend.

"Good evening, queen," he politely greeted and he greeted me immediately with a hug.

"I miss you, Hersey," I said as I hugged her back.

"Likewise," he replied. He even spoke very briefly.

TBC

A/N:

I take turns updating today. Hays. Dear dudes, this story is between J*rk and martyr. If you don't want to read the martyr hero, no one is forcing you to read it.

You are free to choose a story to read. I know it’s often boring really when Martyr is the protagonist, right?

But like my previous martyr characters, they became strong women. Even though they begged for love from the men they loved, they were still able to tolerate and liberate. They accepted and they let go.

Is there a lesson to be learned from this story? If you are asked. Is there one?

That not all martyrs are miserable, unresponsive, and weak. The martyrs became brave and strengthened the will. Even when hurt repeatedly, he still tries to love even without reciprocating love.

Feel free to unread my stories, dude. Like one of my readers, no one is forcing you to read. I have already encountered this on GS#2.

I’m not offended, just dissapointing. That's different, huh? Haha.

Warning: (matured content, just hear dudes! Not literally BS, haha).

HERSEY J-NEA Leogracia-Montallana. Best friend since birth, I can say that. We're classmates back when, the two of us just parted ways when she married the man she loved.

She has been married to Dr. for two years. Jinsen Montallana, they already have a child. But sad to say, her husband had an accident and developed amnesia. that his wife did not know him.

Dr. Jinsen is a good man, I know he will take care of my friend and love him forever. But, how eronic their life is. He was the only one his wife did not remember. Eh, his work as a doctor still hasn't faded. Still smart in the field of medicine.

The only thing he remembered was his ex-girlfriend who now came back as if they had. That accident was one year ago. Hersey should have been just next to his wife but when Dr. woke up. Jinsen immediately attacked his headache. His head triggers every time he sees Hersey. So my best friend insisted on staying away. Hay, her love life is very complicated. Maybe like me too.

Hersey is a president of the L. Agency Company. They are the source of the employee, whether company or assistant.

Her attitude? Quieter than me and that's also an introvert. She is beautiful and has gray eyes. Her hair is naturally brown and long. We are the same age and the same height. We know each other’s secret.

"Why are you here at these times, Hersey?" raised eyebrows I asked him.

He snatched his phone from his pocket and what had been kicked into it. Gaga ignored my question. Particularly the Hersey I knew.

"Where is the next location? W-what? Five Star Hotel? Okay, thank you for the information," I heard him say.

His voice was cold but I knew him very well. I knew he was sad. It was also obvious in his eyes.

"You didn't stop stalking your husband, do you, Hersey?" I asked her and she look at me straight in the eyes.

"That's what I can do for now," he said sarcastically.

"For hurting yourself," I added.

"Shall we bar next time? I need to go, Xena, emergency," he said smiling.

"Emergency my a **," I hissed and she just chuckled.

"See you around, Xena and welcome back, best friend," she said and this time. There was a smile on her lips. We hugged before he left.

I am lucky to have my best friend.

Instead of staying in the parking lot, I just went to the comfort room. There are no human beings inside. I entered the cubicle and soon I felt the presence of two people at the door.

They hurried in with a frown on my forehead. I leaned against the back of the closed door and felt the surroundings. I was also alert to possible danger.

I heard the door open just next to the cubicle I entered and I could hear a faint moan. My eyebrows are almost one because of the encounter.

"Ooh ... babe," I heard a woman's voice say.

No risk ...

"M-make it f-fast ... I want you now ... oooh ... oh my gosh."

Literally, oh my God really! I can actually hear more-urgh! I thought it was something!

"Leaned yourself," I heard the man's baritone voice. My heartbeat quickened when I heard her familiar voice.

STRESS that I close my eyes. My hand is cold and something like a fist is squeezing my heart. I wanted to leave, I wanted to go out but I felt like I was stuck in my position and I couldn't move my foot. I seem to be stuck in my seat.

I don't want to hear, I don't want to hear the two of them mutter. I wanted to cover both my ears but I couldn't even move my hand.

"Kierson ... b-babe ... Aahh ... F*ck m-me hard ... Aahhh ... oohh!"

"You're so noicy."

I don’t know if that lasted a few minutes but it ended right away as well. The luck of the two because I was probably the only person in the comfort room. The woman is also noisy so Kierson criticizes her.

Only at those times could only the woman's moan be heard throughout the bathroom.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I smiled bitterly. As usual he was still the same. Kierson's attitude is still the same. He used to f*ck women when we were still together.

"I want more, babe," I heard the woman say in a soft tone.

"No, next time. I need to find my fiance," he said.

"Will your marriage continue? How are we?"

Is he right? Is she the woman he is referring to that he loves? My heart ached again.

"Yes, we can still do what we always do."

I heard their footsteps show. Just like that, my fiancé was able to hurt me without her even realizing it.

Just like that, the pain he gave me before came back. He's still a playboy, no doubt.

"Ten minutes," I murmured. I spent ten minutes inside the cubicle.

I sighed before I decided to go out. When I came out of the bathroom Kierson's face exposed me outside. There was no emotion on his face.

"You heard it" he said.

I ignored him and just turned my back on him but I also stopped when he spoke.

"Now you know what I'm doing. I just want this marriage for my parents and no strings attached, remember that, my fiancé," he said coldly and he was the first to leave. I clenched my fist and couldn’t believe I just watched the receding figure of that.