He had seen these signs long ago and yet he had ignored them. What frustrated him the most was the blank look in Liza’s eyes when he had confronted her. She hadn’t even looked guilty, she just stared at him with her red rimmed eyes. She wasn’t begging him not to sign divorce papers but instead with a calm face and yet shaky hands she had signed the papers, as if she was expecting it.
He knew that he hadn’t been the most faithful husband but at least he had felt guilty after what he had done. He hadn’t even seen a speck of guilt in her eyes, instead she had a shattered look in her eyes. How could she feel broken after cheating on him? He had made sure that Liza never knew of his betrayal, because he didn’t want her to feel the pain of betrayal but he had never guessed that he would have to be the one to go through it. He had hated himself the moment he had signed those divorce papers because he knew that he had signed away the love he held for her. But he couldn’t live with the woman who had betrayed him. ‘A bit hypocritical don’t you think?’ his conscience questioned. And for that moment he felt that he had made the greatest mistake of his life but the very next moment he was filled with blinding rage and jealousy towards the man who had dared to touch Liza.
Frustrated by the constant battle inside him he let out a shout which would have surely startled his neighbors and sent all the birds in nearby area flying. He looked around the mauve room, broken bottles were lying everywhere and yet among the stench of all the liquor, Liza’s sweet scent lingered. In a fit of rage he began destroying everything that held memories of her, in destroying all the evidence that she even existed he knew that he was destroying himself but he didn’t care. There wasn’t much of him left anyways.
Jonathan sighed as wrapped the gauze around his knuckles, wincing at the pain. As he for the second tie that day took in the view in front of him, the first thought that came to his mind was that ‘Liza will kill me’ and once again it hit him there will be no Liza in the house to get angry at him because he had already kicked her out of the house yesterday. Shaking his head and suppressing the wave of pain that threatened to drown him again and making him seek sweet reposition of intoxication, he began clearing the broken bottles and pieces of the freshly broken mirror, and he picked up the half torn books and threw them in the trash bag along with dark broken pieces of glass. A cloud of pain and depression was looming over him, threatening to pour with a vengeance. He wanted to remove every single trace of Liza from his presence, so he began the task of removing every single thing that reminded him of her form the room.
Within an hour he had managed to empty her closet and put all her stuff in a box ready to be sent wherever she was living. After that he began to empty the side drawers and the dresser . While he was emptying one of the shelf’s which once contained Liza’s old stuff but now mostly contained the ripped up photos, the remnants of their time together. He found an antique metal box and he wondered how it had managed to survive the storm of rage last night. There were beautiful ornate flower patterns engraved on the black metal , covering every visible surface of the box and in the middle of the beautifully crafted network of these flowers sat a big green gem. He had never seen the box before, so out of curiosity he opened the lid of the box and as soon as he did that dozens of letters came tumbling out. They were in every imaginable color. He wondered who had written these letters, maybe Liza’s lover with whom she had cheated on him, thinking about it made his blood boil and once again the smaller part of his mind began whispering that ‘ maybe Liza was never at fault’. He grabbed a random pink colored letter and opened it. That letter was dated six months back and in his Liza’s beautiful handwriting there was written
‘To,
Dear Jonathan’.
He closed it and grabbed another letter it was dated 2 years back and was again written to him, he opened many letters one after another hoping to find the proof that he desperately needed to justify that his Liza had cheated but each of the letter he had opened no matter when it was dated it was written to him and was signed as
‘Eternally in love with you,
Yours and only yours
Liza.’