Setting Things Straight

"Why are you getting so angry? You're not in the position to be because we're doing everything out of a fucking contract!" I shouted back finally losing my restraint.

"Every time a woman tries to throw herself at you, I don't react. Why? Because I don't know where the fuck should I stand! Should I do something? Should I feel something? I don't know! Everything's muddled in blurry lines!" I continued shaking in anger.

I can see Chace's temper gradually subsiding. I took that opportunity to continue speaking.

"So tell me now, Chace. What are we?" I asked.

He just looked at me with his lips sealed in a thin line.

"Thought so." I said my voice sounding of resignation.

I walked past him and headed straight for the stairs. Soon as I reached our room, I took my suitcase and started packing. I just want to get away from him right now. I'm letting go of every hope, every fantasy that I have that maybe he can give me something more than what we have. That maybe.. he'll change his mind.

After I was done, I took my phone out and called for a taxi. I waited upstairs until I heard the sound of a car outside. I went down with my suitcase and saw Chace quietly sitting on the couch at the lounge room.

I continued to walk down saying nothing and then closed the door behind me. I gave the driver the address to my old apartment.

I sat in darkness trying to clear my head and think of what to do next. I just don't want to have anything to do with him anymore. But legally, there are alot of things to fix.

I love Nan and the rest of the Levesque family who treated me like their own from the very beginning. I don't know how they will react once they find out about the separation.

But no matter what, it's bound to happen. Especially when it's clear as day that Chace wants nothing else but to follow the contract. So it's time that I break away from all the entanglements I've put myself into.

I took a deep breath to compose myself then took my laptop out of my bag. I started writing my resignation letter. After that, I reminded myself to make a call to Mr. Anderson, the manager of the bank that the Levesques owns and ask him to transfer back all the money I received from Chace.

My phone buzzed and saw Chace's name. He's trying to call me. Shall I pick up? I've already set my mind. I don't want to hear his voice or whatever he wants to say. Because if I'm being honest, I'm afraid my resolve will crumble if he asks me to stay.

This is the best I can do for myself. No more mixed signals. I deserve to have someone who will never make me second guess my place in his life.

Monday came and I went to the office. I went straight to his room and placed my resignation letter on his table.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

"I'm listening." I replied coldly.

He took a deep breath before he started speaking.

"Stay." he said looking at me intently.

"What for? I can't live like this anymore." I said shaking my head.

"Please don't be selfish. Think about Nan.." Chace said.

" Selfish? Am I the only selfish one here? I know I actively participated in every single plan you made. But it takes two to tango, Chace. Being married based on a contract is already complicated in itself." I said cutting him off mid sentence.

"And we made it worse! Sharing the same bed. Doing everything a normal couple does but without feelings involved. I can't! I just.. can't.." I said with my voice breaking.

I placed another paper on his table.

"Please sign the divorce papers. I'll have my lawyer contact yours when the papers are ready. And when it comes to finances, I want a clean break. I don't want anything from you. I also talked to Mr. Anderson to transfer all the contract money back so it will be in your account shortly." I said keeping a straight face.

I took a familiar blue box out of my bag where my engagement and wedding rings are. I also placed it on his table and he looked at it- his face unreadable.

"Goodbye, Chace.." I said looking away immediately not letting myself have the slightest opportunity to be emotional.

"Sam.." he called to me.

I walked away willing myself not to look back. I walked and walked one foot after the other- concentrating only on that. I need to be out of here. That's the only thought resonating in my head.

I hurriedly went inside my car and sped away. The signal lights turned red and I tightly gripped my steering wheel. That's when I started to cry. Tears streaming down my face, all the things I held inside finally coming out.

"This is a fucking cliche." I thought to myself.

Crying at a signal light like I'm in a movie. But I can't help it. It hurts.

I need to acknowledge it. I need to cry it out and get it out of my system. And then after that, I should be done. This should be the last time I'll get crazy and cry over a guy and put myself in such a predicament.

Never again.

"Promise yourself that, Sam." I said out loud.

"You don't have anything to begin with. You can't even call it a relationship! Just think of it as a learning experience. A bad one but at least you learned something. You'll be fine. You always get through things. " I said comforting myself.

I pushed my apartment door open and went straight for the bathroom. I washed my face and looked at my red puffy eyes on the mirror.

"Crazy." I told myself while shaking my head and wiping my face.

I looked at my buzzing phone with an unfamiliar number on the screen.