My Husband's Wedding- Chapter Fifteen

My Husband’s Wedding

Witch-Mistress-Animaru

15: The Other Side of the Story

(Li Xiao Lang’s Tale)

Syaoran stood up abruptly from bed, nearly knocking over the lamp beside him as he shrugged off the covers. Sleep just wouldn’t come to him, though not for the lack of trying. Somehow, Sakura’s image six years ago kept on creeping to his mind, her eyes puffy and red, but her head held high as she walked out of the very same house he was in.

“Why?” He wasn’t even aware that he had spoken aloud as he walked to and fro, pacing restlessly about his room.

‘Why did you cheat on me, Sakura?’

He remembered it so well…so well that he could almost see himself engaged in a shouting match with an outraged Sakura. The image was so vivid, as if it happened only a few moments ago, and not six years back…

The day they fell apart…

It was their third month anniversary as husband and wife. He did not forget it, of course. He only pretended not to remember in the morning, but he actually expected Sakura to burst in to his office any moment, carrying something to eat, something for them to share during his lunch break.

But the woman who entered isn’t his wife, but his…sister-in-law, Keira Kinomoto.

“Hey, Syaoran,” she said in a girlish whisper which made him silently wince inside.

“Keira-san,” He acknowledged her formally, barely nodding his head.

“I just thought I’d drop by here…I-I know you have a thing going on with…with my sister, but…” There was hesitancy in her voice, but her eyes kept averting. Should he even listen to her?

“Keira-san, I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but Sakura and I have been together for—” Keira cut him off.

“I know, you’ve been together for a year…more than a year, perhaps, but…” She feigned a shudder before continuing, and finally, she had Syaoran’s attention. “Y-you don’t know!” She exclaimed suddenly, earning a frown from Syaoran.

“What do you mean, I don’t know?”

That was when she pulled out what seemed to be a bunch of smooth, glossy paper. Pictures…

“I’ve known her since we were kids; she’s barely a year older than I am. Even D-Dad…Dad thinks she’s hopeless. God knows I asked Dad not to chuck her out, but…”

But Syaoran wasn’t listening. He was staring at the pictures. Sakura…with about a dozen different men. Smiling the same way she smiled at him, promising carnal delights and a night of loving. He felt a rage as he stared at them, particularly at the one where she was naked in bed with some Japanese guy. (A/N: Guess who…)

“She’s been cheating on you all year long…She’s…she’s sick. Nymphomania of some sort, I think. She flirts with them, maybe even slept with some of them…See that guy, that black-haired one she was in bed with? He used to be my boyfriend, Kakashi Fujiyama. It was horrible; I broke up with him because of her…”

‘But,’ reason called out to him, ‘Sakura was a virgin when you took her, wasn’t she?’

Wasn’t she?

But isn’t virginity restoration quite easy to get on with?

‘No…’

That was when Keira spoke again.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I suppose you wouldn’t want to talk about it, but…someone’s got to tell you, and I’m sorry it had to be me…If you need anyone to talk to, just…just call me.” She then handed him a small calling card, before she turned and left.

For the 2nd time that day, the door opened, and Kimberly Oda walked in. For a moment he was confused, for he fired Kimberly the day before, as a gift to his wife who is overly jealous of the English widower. Besides, she was deliberately seducing him. He just hated promiscuous women like her.

“Oda-san, what are you…” He drew in breath as she began to strip in front of him, her voluptuous curves showing. Leaving only her undergarments, she walked towards him and straddled his lap before locking her lips with his.

That was when the door opened, revealing Sakura frozen like a statue. It took moments before she was able to move, and when she did, she broke to a run away from his office, and he could have sworn he heard a sob. He wanted to follow her, but…the pictures kept coming back to his mind.

He pushed Kimberly Oda away quite forcefully, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Get out.” He said in a would-be calm voice, and repeated it when she only smiled.

“Destroyed you both, didn’t I? You deserve it for firing me, for rejecting me…” She said chantingly, dressing as slowly as possible.

“Get out!” This time, he didn’t even hide the rage in his voice that the woman scurried away from him, like the devil himself was after her.

When sense came back to him, he came out of his office, hoping that Sakura wasn’t able to find a cab.

‘No matter what Keira and the pictures said…’

But what he saw made him freeze. Sakura got a cab, alright…and with her was…

…Kakashi Fujiyama, the man who she was in bed with in the pictures, who was carrying Sakura in to the car.

His heart crushed…

He went back to the building and tried to focus on his work, but he was too hollow, too drained to even realize the day had gone by.

Most of all, he dreaded going home.

When he got there, though, the house was empty. Sakura wasn’t home yet.

He waited, and waited. Finally, after what seemed ages, he heard a car stop in front of their house. He peeked out the window blinds.

It was indeed Sakura, with Fujiyama still.

And this time, he saw red.

When Sakura opened the door, it seemed a different Syaoran was speaking.

“Who’s that guy?” He asked almost calmly, and he silently hoped that she’ll put some sense back to him. He didn’t want to hurt her…

But instead, she went up in front of him and began to assault him physically, and he felt rage take over his sanity.

“I hate you, you lying, cheating bastard!”

“Don’t put the blame on me, bitch!”

She froze momentarily, hurt and surprise etched over the lines of her young, pretty face. He was also silently stunned. Did he just call the woman he loved ‘bitch?’

“What? What did you call me? How dare you!” She said and continued hitting him.

“Stop it!” He shouted, and in his dimming vision he saw Sakura cower a bit.

“How many men?” His voice dropped to a ferocious whisper, his pincer-like grip cutting through her arm. “Just how many men can satisfy you, you slut?”

Her eyes widened before she shouted,

“Don’t you put the blame on me, cheat!” She screamed, somewhat hoarsely. “I’m leaving. I’m leaving your damned whorehouse, you bastard!”

He felt sense trying to resurface, but he can’t…and he wouldn’t…stop her.

An hour later, she was gone.

Everything went with her.

He was destroyed.

Then he saw the card Keira gave him, nearly crumpled and barely readable…

…and dialed.

He shook himself out of his stupor. He felt his cheeks wet with tears.

He was crying.

‘Why, Sakura?’

“Why everything?”

-The End-