Confrontation

Jezzabelle's POV

I don't know why, but the way Brad was smiling at me right now plus the fact that he just locked the front door of the mansion, made my heart race and definitely not in a good way.

"I see you're in a hurry to leave me already" He says, not even hiding his tone of annoyance with a dry laugh.

"I'm not staying here anymore. You should know why since you're the reason why we broke up in the first place" I reply, trying to gain the courage even after noticing the signs of him being angry.

After 10 years of being with Brad, I've recognized and remembered every little thing he before his temper got the best of him. And the way he was fiddling with his phone and his tie in both of his hands made all the past memories of him almost killing every male that had disrespected me before while we were together came into thought.

Although I had no bad feelings towards Brad having an illness that caused his anger to spiral out of control so badly that he needed therapy and loads of medicine to keep him sane. There were many times I've felt my heart jump whenever he had one of his episodes. Just like the night that I had to rush back to America after spending a few days away with Alessandro in Italy.

Just the thought of his anger taking over him, did make me a bit scared of what he'll do. Even if I already knew how to calm him down and give him some of his medication pills to put his illness at ease.

"Tell me something, sweetie. Are you really willing to throw away 10 years of our life together just for some rich asshole you barely even know?" He spat out through clenched teeth as I take in his angry stance.

Not only was the clear signs of his anger spiking showing, but the way his neck was turning red had also made my heart clench in fear.

"Brad, what are-"

Before I could question what he was trying to get me to answer, he cut me off by slamming his hand on the small table that stood in the middle of our foyer.

The small table held a large vase of flowers that the house maid always placed my favorite flowers, but now all that hard work she had done was now thrown onto the floor by the strong impact of Brad's hand slamming onto the small table it sat on.

"Don't fucking make me seem like the crazy one! I know about you and that fucking rich asshole! Is that why you're leaving me here all alone?! For him?! Huh?! Tell me, Goddamn it!"

In ten years of our entire relationship, I have never in a million years thought I'd come to the point where I'd fear Brad. The first man I had ever fallen in love with and spent almost half of my life being with.

There were many times, even more than I can count, where I'd seen his anger turn violent over the years. It wasn't like he knew how to control his rage, that was the reason why it happened so many times to begin with.

It started off with rage arguments he had with teachers or classmates in school when they'd done something he didn't like. Then as he got older, his rage grew and that came with multiple fist fighting and mornings where I'd have to call his parents bail him out of jail.

But even through all that, he's never given me a reason to be scared of ever doing that to me. Not because I thought he loved me, but because I trusted him. He never once laid a hand on me and with that knowledge I've never had to think he would ever hurt me.

Until right now. With his eyes filled with the same rage I've seen multiple times before, I didn't know for sure that he wouldn't hurt me right now. Especially after he just revealed that he knew about me and Alessandro.

"That's why you've packed your bags so fast so you can leave me?! How long has this been going on?! By all the evidence I already have, it seems like it's been going on for way longer than a month now. Did it take that short amount of time for someone else to take my fiancé away from me?! Is that what you're trying to show me?!"

The more questions he shouted, the more things he destroyed in his path while stomping towards me. By the time he reached me, my eyes became teary at the thought of him now hurting me just like the way he was throwing and punching everything he did earlier.

"Stop!" I cry out while flinching under his glare.

My hands covered my face as my eyes squeezed shut, I don't know why I did that but I did. Just seeing him angry for the first time directed at me, was making me automatically cower in fear of him physically hurting me just like he's done to many people I've seen first handedly that he's done this too before.

"You're scared of me" I hear Brad gasp when I opened my eyes only to see him stare back in shock.

"That's why you're leaving me. I scare you" He says matter of factly, while taking a few steps away from me.

"No, Brad I-"

"How could I not see it all along?! With all these years that you've had to take care of me because of my fucking illness, no wonder why you'd want someone else other than me. I see now that I'm the problem!"

"Brad stop!"

Even though I was relieved to see he wasn't directing his anger towards me anymore, I still didn't like to watch him have a melt down where he began to hurt himself. It's happened before when he didn't want to get angry at my mistakes during our relationship in the past, but it just made me feel sad because he didn't deserve to beat himself up.

Even if he cheated on me and we weren't together anymore now, I wasn't going to stand by and watch my once bestfriend and first love, physically beat himself up because of an illness he was born with. It's not his fault that he was born different, and I was never gonna let him degrade himself any second longer.

"Brad, calm down. Please just stop" I say calmly walking towards him as he continued to slap himself.

Which was usually his main shutting down method when he was disappointed or angry at himself.

Slowly walking up to Brad, I did the only thing I've done before that calmed him down. I wrapped my arms around his shaking body, and soothed his back while he tried to catch his breath after heaving in such a heavy rage.

The large mansion we're in began to fill with silence as I continued to soothe Brad's anger. It was never an easy task to calm him down after one of his episodes but it wasn't like I was gonna throw a couple sleeping pills at him or give him a shot to sleep it off like his doctors would when they didn't know how else to calm him. For me it was always starting with keeping him in my arms for a while until his body radiating so much anger, had begun to slow down.

I wasn't a miracle worker but it was the only thing I've done that actually worked since the first time I've seen him spiral out of control. I didn't know why he cooled down everytime I had him in my arms, but I was glad it always seemed to work.

"Brad sweetie! I'm home!" A loud voice shouts through the foyer as both of our heads whipped up quickly.

With our current closeness, I hear Brad curse slightly under his breath as I pulled away from him to see a tall, clearly badly bleached, white haired woman. She was wearing tall stiletto heels, a large trench coat and a pair of Gucci sunglasses.

"Angela what the fuck are you doing here?!" Brad snaps as I tried to figure out why the woman looked so familiar.

"I see being back with the tramp fiancé of yours has led to you already being weak in the knees. I don't know what you see in this bitch honestly. I mean, you've literally downgraded from all this deliciousness to your boss's left overs" She sneered with a disgusted look towards me as Brad tried to shush her.

"Don't fucking wish me! We're supposed to be working together to take this bitch down and you're over here cuddling her in the middle of our foyer. And look at my precious flower vase that I gifted you for our anniversary! It's broken and I doubt it was due to an accident and more because of the whore in our house right now!" She snarls out while stomping towards me like a child throwing a anger tantrum.

"Angela stop with the bullshit! I told you we'll never be together again! Stop sticking your nose in something that doesn't involve you! Whatever fucked up fantasies you had of us will never come true!" Brad snaps back while standing protectively in front of me.

"Doesn't involve me?! I'm the reason why you're life and reputation will ever be fixable now. Let's not forget the real reason why you were waiting for your henchmen to notify that this tramp was back here" She retorts with a raised brow.

"I know but-"

"No buts! Tell this bitch-"

I let out a shocked gasp as soon as the sound of a loud slap echoing in the foyer had cut off the strangely familiar angry woman in front of me.

I've seen Brad punch, kick, and even almost kill men before due to his illness. But I have never seen him hit a woman. And that was until today.

With a large handprint on her cheek and her short white hair now messed up due to how quick her head flew to the side based off of the strong impact of Brad's hand. Angela's piercing silver eyes stared back towards us with fire in them. Although I thought she was going to throw a fit or hit Brad back, she did something I never expected.

She laughed. She even went far as to actually smile sinisterly at Brad who was staring back at her with a hateful glare.

"Even if you're willing to forgive her that quickly, what makes you think I won't let all the evidence of her affair be posted on the top of every social media platform right now? Did you forget who's father is the CEO of the biggest social media website and app in the world?!"

When the somehow familiar woman finished her words, a lightbulb had flickered on in my head. Now that I'm thinking of it, I've seen this crazy woman many times before. And it was due to her family being one of the richest people on the planet. I finally remembered who she truly was and why I recognized her earlier.

She was the woman who was always standing or sitting beside her father at all the luxury events I'd been invited to before. There was many reasons why I already knew who she was, but one of the biggest reasons why I also know who her family was because of her father.

Angela Stanton was the daughter of the multi billionaire man Dennis Stanton. Of course the media had many nice things to say about the rich man who basically hand fed them those words due to him being one of the largest shareholders of the company, Google.

But most women in the modeling industry knew him best as the worlds biggest pervert. He's been married so many times to many young women, especially in the industry I worked in. I don't know if it was a fetish or something, but he always seemed to have an eye for models. Especially very young ones.

His first was in the eighties was a very well known model but ever since she divorced him for cheating on her a few years after they had their only child who was in front of me right now.

Afterwards, he just went on a spiral of dating and marrying younger women who by now were even younger than his own daughter. And that wasn't even the worst of it.

I might not have the biggest friend group in my industry, but I was respected enough to be updated in the usual loop of gossips and stories in the industry. Including the biggest scandal which was that Dennis Stanton was one of the biggest perverts and con artists when it came down to how he acted with women in our industry.

I've even heard rumors that over ten of the models in one of the companies he was a part of, came together to report his assaults on them. Even with the evidence of one of the models physically being impregnated at the time he was seen snooping around the backstage of one of our fashion shows.

The scandal caused a big stir in the media and even got him thrown out of many large companies, but a snake as rich and cunning as he was wasn't ever going to be taken down so easily like that. Especially when he still owned the largest company of media outlets in the world.

"Fuck off Angela! Goddamn It! You're making this way worse than it already is! Just leave! I can handle this alone" Brad shouts angrily once again towards her as she glared back head on.

Just by the way her eye was twitching and her lips were still frozen with a smirk, I'd say this woman wasn't gonna back down easily just like her creep of a father.

"What evidence are you talking about?" I ask suddenly remembering their earlier conversation.

"Babe don-"

"Babe! Ha! I fucking knew it! You're not gonna go through with our plan at all, are you?!"

As soon as she cut off Brad's protest for my question, my eyes widened at what she suddenly reached for in her purse.

"Angela what the fuck?! This isn't part of the fucking plan!" Brad snaps, hurriedly pulling me behind him protectively.

"Well neither was your weak ass falling right back into this bitch's trap, was it Brad?" She retorts while pointing the pistol her hand up towards Brad's head.

"Tell me something Brad, how does it feel like to be a cuckold? Huh? Knowing that while you're so in love with the same bitch you've been fucking for ten years, she's out there getting docked down by the CEO you work for! Ha! The same one that exposed and fired your cheating ass on live television together with your whore wife! How amazing must that feel?"

Angela rants out, my slow mind finally figuring out that she knew about me and Alessandro. Both her and Brad must know, because why else were they talking about some estranged plan the whole time we were standing here.

It wasn't really a shock considering the company she worked with due to her daddy's money was known for following the biggest celebrities just to get dirt on them. Basically the company she worked in was very known for being the most sneaky ones that literally do everything to get dirt on celebrities just to make money.

I guess it makes sense that she'd turn into as big as a snake as her father. It must run in their family to be evil and conniving.

"You thought she was innocent, but she's the biggest two faced whore on the planet. But wait! I guess that makes you two a wonderful match, doesn't it? But you are a bit worse considering you've been cheating on her since the first day you two started dating" She gasps sarcastically.

"Angela shut-"

"Stop fucking telling me to shut up Brad! You're stupid ass always tries to put me down and make me feel like I'm the crazy one. When all I've ever done since I knew you, was love you!"

My eyes widened at the realization. This psychotic bitch trying to kill us right now, was in love with the cheating asshole protecting me from her.

"Do you know how many times I've had to cry myself to sleep after you'd sleep with me then go home to her every night? Let's not even mention the fact that I had to personally get rid of my own uterus to make you happy because you told me you hated children. I did everything I could to make you happy, and what did I ever get in return? I get mistreated, abused, and humiliated every single time! Why can't you love me?! I'm supposed to be the one you're in love with! I've lived for the past 20 years of my life but you chose her?!"

The bitch is crazy obviously, but instead of feeling anger towards her, I started to feel remorseful. Not for her one sided feelings towards Brad. But for the fact that she physically and emotionally hurt herself to try to be the perfect woman for him.

She loved him for 20 years? How come I've never heard of their relationship till now? I didn't even know she knew him for that long.

"Don't blame me for not wanting to love someone as desperate and crazy as you. I've told you ten years ago, you were nothing but an easy lay for me. I never forced you to get your medical procedure done, you did that! I never wanted you to fall in love with me, you did that! I told you from the beginning I was never going to fall for you so that was all on you" Brad says trying to make sure I was staying hidden behind him.

With the gun still pointed at him, he was doing all he could to keep the gun pointing away from me. She was having a mental breakdown with a gun in her hand and he knew just as well as I did that she was to unhinged right now to not pull the trigger while she was emotionally ranting her feelings in front of us.

"Don't fucking blame me for something you started! You told me when were kids, that you would always put me first! I was your best friend and you were supposed to love me forever! But now I see that I wasn't the problem here, she is!" She shouts trying to aim her weapon at me now.

"Angela don't you dare!" Brad shouts trying to shove me backwards away from gunpoint.

"Move out of the way! She's the only reason why you don't love me anymore, so I'll just get rid of her to put things back into its rightful place" She says smiling at him before pulling the trigger.

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