Sweet scented rose

"What have you done?" he questions me, "Why? What did she do to you?" he turns around to look at me. " What changed you so much?"

I couldn't help but not feel guilty. I wanted to. But she has taken over, she's in charge now, I'm nothing. Just at the back of our mind. I wanted to tell him that I didn't do it. It wasn't me. It was her! She's the culprit. She's the one. But, I couldn't. I just couldn't.

" So..you still care about HER?" A voice I couldn't recognize spoke out loud. Until I realized it was coming from me. But yet it wasn't me. I feel like she's pushing me back.

Anger and jealousy came over me. I was washed clean by it's hot red lava. I hate him.

" Do you seriously think that I would look at your FUCKING love story unfold? What is this? Some sort of cliché threesome fantasy? You stupid fuck! I am YOUR WIFE! You married ME. But yet, your ex wife is what you desire. YOU LIED TO ME. She's what you want. We are married. Yet you go off with her. This bitch..if you loved her so much, why did you leave her? Huh? Why did YOU MARRY ME? Your fake promises mean nothing! You ugly dipshit. " I was growling by now. Deep breaths and yet slow breathing. I was furious. Devastated. I want to destroy everything. Everyone, including me. Why not? There's nothing left of me anyway.

Hot tears started streaming down my face. I realized she was pushing through. I don't want you to take over. I hissed at her. Get back! You can't handle this!

You have caused enough damage now. Move!

And hence, I surged through.

I fell down to my knees. I crawled towards him in a failed attempt to touch him. When he withdrew himself from me. As I'm poison. As if I'm acid. Rotten. Which I was, deep inside.

Hot tears began streaming down my dirty skin. I took a slow breath and began,

"Drew, I am sorry but it wasn't me! Believe me please! It was her. She took over. I didn't even know about her until this had happened and she let me see. I am so sorry. Please. " I began wailing.

But what hurt my heart the most, was looking at MY husband, staring at him while he crouching and hugging HER body. Her lifeless body that stirred some pride within me. Not my own. He kissed her forehead and cried whilst he held her, close to his heart. A heart that once belonged to me, or I wished it did. I always knew deep down that he was never mine. Drew was completely and utterly still in love with his ex wife.

I was stupid. I was dumb. But she didn't believe it. Her seductive and calculated measures brought him to his knees. Before her, cherishing her like a goddess. Never realizing that I wasn't and couldn't be Aphrodite. I was just a simple Medusa.