Chapter 59 Rosalie
FIFTY-NINE
ROSALIE
“Rosalie? Enzo said he wants to talk to you,” Jamie said, poking her head into my bedroom a few days after the situation in my closet with Cole.
“H-He does?” My heart jumped in my chest.
She nodded, and I got up to follow her downstairs. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, Enzo was waiting on the couch for me.
I darted my gaze to the doorway to see his suitcase.
“Enzo?” I came into the room, my fear amping up. I assumed Cole told him what I’d done. I’d been living in this giant ball of regret since that night with Sylar. I couldn’t seem to escape the spiraling thoughts.
He looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot, and patted the seat next to him. Jamie shot me a concerned look, but left the room.
“What’s going on?” I asked, taking a seat next to him.
“I’m leaving,” he said, clearing his throat.
“When will you be back?”
“I-I’m not coming back.”
My heart beat faster.
“What? Where are you going?”
His legs bounced. Enzo never got nervous. Fear took hold as I twisted my fingers together.
I watched him scrub his hand down his face before he blew out a breath.
“This isn’t easy, Rosalie,” he continued. “I-I’m getting married.”
I blinked rapidly at the information, swearing my heart had stalled before pounding hard.
“I-I don’t understand,” I managed to say. I noted he didn’t say we. He said I.
“Things haven’t been good between us. I-I met someone else.”
I didn’t even realize I was crying until the first tear landed on my hand.
He finally looked at me, his face slack and devoid of any emotion.
“I’ve asked her to marry me. She’s accepted. That’s where I’ve been lately. With her. S-She’s pregnant. We’re having a baby.”
My pulse roared in my ears at his words. There was no way. No way… I knew he’d been withdrawing from me, but cheating? He’d been cheating on me the entire time?
My mouth felt as if I’d been sucking on a cotton ball.
Cole came into the room and stopped in his tracks as he took in the scene.
“H-How long? How long have-have you been cheating?” I managed to find the words.
“Months,” he murmured. “It happened right after the engagement party, but really, it was the night at the club. When I was alone with her. Something happened then.”
I hugged myself as tears poured down my cheeks. He’d been cheating for months.
“And you still planned to marry me even though you’d already cheated?”
“I didn’t think it meant anything,” he said. “But then all this other shit happened, and I-I guess things got away from me. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? You’re sorry!” I screamed, finally getting to my feet as his words sank in.
“You told me nothing was going on with her. Celeste.” I spat her name like poison.
“You swore it wasn’t like that! You lied to me!
To us! To-To Fox! You hurt him so fucking much by asking me to marry you!
Why, Enzo? Why would you do that to us?”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated softly.
I was going to be sick. I couldn’t believe this. And here I was beating myself up over kissing someone when he’d been fucking another woman for months and had her pregnant.
God, I’d been so fucking stupid.
Anson tried to tell me to leave. Fox told me I should go.
I stayed. I always fucking stayed.
“Enzo,” I choked out. “Please...”
Memories of him being my secret keeper flashed through my mind.
Secret keeper, indeed.
“We’re over,” he said, getting to his feet stiffly. “I’m moving out. I bought a house. You can stay here until you have everything in order to leave. I’ll ensure you still have security. I’ll deposit money into your bank account every month until you get on your feet.”
“Cole?” I choked out, reaching for him.
He hadn’t said a word the entire time. It was unlike him.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked from Enzo to me.
“Cole,” I wept his name. I had no idea what any of this meant. He hadn’t spoken to me since the closet. He’d canceled our date, and I assumed he needed more time.
The fear amped up inside me.
“I’m done too,” Cole whispered.
His words floored me.
I went to him and fell to my knees, weeping, my hands twisted in his pant legs.
“No. No! Don’t go. Don’t. Please, Cole. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I stared up at him.
“I don’t know what else to do,” he continued, his voice wobbling.
I couldn’t breathe. This was happening. They were leaving me.
“I-I can’t handle the fact you kissed some other guy,” Cole said softly. “It disgusts me. You disgust me.”
I got to my feet and stumbled to Enzo, Cole’s words carving out my heart. I twisted my fingers in his shirt.
“Don’t. Don’t do this to me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
“You were out with another man. You stayed with him,” Enzo said, staring down at me.
“You were fucking Celeste!” I screamed. “For months! For fucking months! You worthless piece of fucking shit! You fucked her, then came home and fucked me! Made me feel like I wasn’t enough, even though I was giving up Fox for you! Because I trusted you! I fucking trusted you! He trusted you!”
I lost it.
“You killed Fox! You fucking killed him! He trusted you with his life, and you fucking killed him! You killed him, and then you tore us apart! This is what your brand of love and friendship looks like? I hate you. I fucking hate you!” I punched him so hard across his face that it cut my knuckles open.
And I didn’t stop hitting him. I’d busted his lip open with the hit. I pummeled his chest with my fists, screaming that I hated him.
“It should have been you! It should have fucking been you! Not him. Not Fox. YOU! You should have died! I hate you! I fucking hate you!”
I was losing it. I couldn’t stop the words or the hits. Enzo had moved me to the corner of the room as I continued to scream, hit, and weep.
Everything. Everything had been a lie. Fox was what held us together. He was gone now, and the true colors were showing.
Seemed like an awful lot of red.
“Stop! Stop it!” Enzo shouted, shaking me. “Fucking stop!” His voice cracked. “Sunshine—”
I clawed at him, getting his face. He let out a snarl and slammed me against the wall, blood dripping down his cheek.
“Fuck you. I hate you. I fucking hate you. It should have been you. It should have been you!”
“I know,” he said, his eyes filled with tears as he stared down at me. “I know it should have been.”
I snarled and tried to push his arms off me, but he continued to hold on as he gave me another shake.
I wouldn’t calm down. I couldn’t. There was no way.
I was losing it. My chest screamed. I couldn’t breathe, but I continued to fight, my heart breaking with each hit.
Enzo slammed me once. Twice. Three times against the wall, making me release his shirt. I tore it. The buttons had popped off in my blind rage. He had claw marks on his chest from me. I hadn’t even realized I’d clawed him. Blood dripped onto the hardwood floor at our feet.
“Don’t make this harder,” he choked out in my ear. “Fucking please, Sunshine. Don’t. You’ll always be…m-my girl.”
“I hate you,” I sobbed. “I hate you.”
“I know. I’m sorry. You have to hate me,” he whispered in my ear, his voice strained. He finally released me and stepped back.
I fumbled with my engagement ring he’d given me months ago and got it off. I shoved it in his chest and released it.
“Give it to her. Might save you some money since she likes my leftovers.”
I hadn’t even realized Jamie and Colten had come into the room. Jamie swooped in and got between me and Enzo.
“Keep her safe. She’s not well,” Enzo said softly as he continued to back away. He stuffed my ring into his pocket.
I watched through my tears as he went to Cole and said something to him before grabbing his suitcase and walking out the front door without bothering to look back.
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
All I knew was that I’d lived in a lie, and my Fox had died for that lie.
If that didn’t make me bitter, I didn’t know what would.