Chapter 2 What Do I Do?

• (Bella)
• My heart bleeds as I watch Dean storm off.
• He's asking for a divorce, just like that?
• How did we get here?
• How did my life turn into a living nightmare in one day?
• Those pictures, I mutter reaching out to them and picking them up one after the other.
• Four different men that I've never seen.
• It looks so real but I don't remember coming in contact with any of this men, not in my past and definitely not now.
• Something is fishy but I can't seem to place my hand on what it is.
• Whoever is behind this, just wants to break me and Dean apart.
• But I won't let them.
• "No," the word slips out of my mouth. "I won't give up on us just like that, I'm going to fight for my man, my marriage, what I have with Dean is worth fighting for,." I say, my voice firm as I dust myself up.
• How do I go about it?
• Dean is so angry, I doubt if he'd ever listen to what I have to say.
• I need someone that can talk to Dean.
• But who?
• His mother?
• I scoff at myself. Judy is the last person I should think of.
• She has always hated me. She never wanted him to marry me. I wasn't good enough. An exotic dancer, a stripper who's family does not have a penny to their name. I sure didn't fit in to the kind of daughter-in-law Judy dreamed of.
• But Dean didn't care about what she thinks. The love he had for me was too real, too deep, too passionate, he married me against his mother's wish.
• And this two years up until now has been the best years of my life.
• I let out a small sob despite my attempt to be strong.
• I need to talk to someone, I can't handle this on my own.
• Ashley comes to my mind, I need a friend more than anything right now.
• We've been best friends for three years. She's someone I trust, someone that'd believe that I'm innocent of this accusation.
• Quickly I reach out to my phone, sobbing quietly as I dialed Ashley's number.
• My hand shakes as I hold my cell phone, waiting for her to pick.
• It rings once, twice but she doesn't pick. She finally picks up on the third ring.
• "Ashley," I call out, tears rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably.
• "Bella? What's wrong?" She asks, her tone skeptical.
• I take time to pull myself together and muttered. "Ashley, Dean wants a divorce," I blurted out.
• "What?" She replies. "But why though?"
• I sniffled back my tears. "It's not something I can discuss over the phone." I retort, my voice barely above a whisper.
• "Oh, are you home? I can stop by," Ashley says casually, there's just something off about her response but I don't take it to heart, she's probably as shocked as I am.
• "Yes, I'm home," I mutter and she hangs up.
• I pull the phone away.
• I stand up and start picking up my clothes, arranging them back into the closet. I'm not giving up on my love for Dean.
• I'd wait till he gets back home, maybe he'd listen then.
• The doorbell rings after a while, I'm curled up to myself on the bed, crying my eyes out.
• I drag myself out and head downstairs.
• I open the door, and Ashley's standing there, unfazed.
• Without hesitation I pull her into a hug, crying into her shoulder.
• She takes time before she caresses my back.
• I pull away and Ashley has a weird look on her face. "What happened?"
• I take my time to explain everything to her, she holds up the pictures, an unreadable look on her face.
• And then she turns to me. "Bella. You sure you don't know any of these guys?" she asks, her face plain.
• I pause, raising an eyebrow. I don't understand why Ashley will ask me this?
• Of all people, I thought she'd trust me the most.
• But I guess I was wrong.
• "Of, course I don't, Ashley. Why will you even ask me that?" I say, keeping my voice low, but the disappointment in my tone can be felt from miles away.
• Ashley crosses her legs, unbothered. "Don't get me wrong, Bella. It's just that the pictures are too real," she says.
• Okay, yeah she does have a point.
• I nod. "Yes," I reply. "Someone's definitely behind this," I tell her, furrowing my eyebrows.
• She adjusts on the couch. "So, what are you going to do about this?"
• "I don't know, Ashley. That's why I called, Dean is so angry. My Dean can't even look at me, he wants me gone before he gets back,"
• "Uhmm, that was quick." She mutters. "Look, Bella. If he doesn't trust you while not leave him?"
• I roll my eyes at her. Honestly, Ashley's acting strange, this wasn't what I expected from her at all.
• "Leave my marriage, just like that?' I shake my head. "I won't. I'm going to fight for our love,"
• She cuts me off. "It's pointless, Bella. That'd agitate him the more, he can't possibly believe you with this proofs,"
• I don't say anything, I just burst out into another round of tears, my eyes are puffy from consistent crying.
• Ashley glances at her watch, she stands and moves over to me, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry about this, really. But as much as I'd love to stay, I can't. I have work, I'll stop by to check in on you later, okay?"
• I look at her with eyes filled with tears and nod.
• "Just call me if anything happens?" Ashley turns to her heels and walks away.
• Usually, she doesn't mind staying longer in my house, but rushing off like that without showing any sympathy feels off. But my heart's too heavy to think about that right now.
• I sit there, crying and dialing Dean's number. It keeps rin
• ging but he doesn't pick. After several attempts it enters voicemail.
• God. What do l do?
• How do I prove my innocence?