Chapter 103 - Letting Her Go

Jasmine

Benjamin let his tongue glide across his upper lip and then he slowly bit his lower lip while looking at me. The whole time he kept holding my gaze.

The whole room was so quiet, you could of heard a pin drop. Benjamin sharply breathed out. "Jasmine." He said in a scary calm voice. "You can go upstairs now." He said cocking his head a little. "I will be with you in thirty minutes max." He said and then turned his attention back to Lynn and Saphira.

I stomped up the stairs and threw each door behind me shut.

The nerves he had.

Benjamin

I kept checking my watch, while helping my sister and Saph. I promised thirty minutes max, so I did not want to take longer. But I did not want to come running after her either.

The way she behaved right now, was definitely not something that I would accept. I would never disregard her like that, so I did not think she had the right to behave like this either.

She wanted a divorce? I shook my head as I watched Lynn and Saphira trying to come up with the right answer to the questions I had written down for them.

"Ben?!" Saphira said. "Mhh?" I murmured. "I have said your name like three times." Saph smiled. "I think you need to go see your wife…" Lynn suggested. "Would she really want a divorce?" Saph frowned.

I stroke my hand through my hair and sighed. "I- Well.. I don't know." I shook my head. "I don't think so, she just…" I sighed again and stood up. "I'll go check on her." I said in disbelieve.

Was I really that bad of a husband to her?

I walked up the stairs, one foot before the other… I did not know what to expect when I opened up out bedroom door.

Jasmine was laying on the bed, curled up into a small ball. She was crying. I climbed on the bed and stroke my hand across her face.

"Hey… Habibie." I said in a soothing voice. "Don't touch me." She snapped.

"Honey come here…" I said as I gently picked her up and put her on my lap. I cradled her in my arms. "I don't want to be married to you anymore." She sobbed. I kissed her wet cheek. "You should just marry Saphira." She went on.

"Jazz… I am married to you." I said and tilted her face, to make her look at me. "You are my wife and you will soon be my queen as well." I said meaningfully.

"Is it decided?" She questioned. "In regards to the throne?" I verified. She nodded. "Yes." I breathed. "We will return home to the palace this evening and we will both except the legacy my grandfather left for us." I said.

Her lips trembled. "I think you should take Saphira as your wife." She insisted again. I sighed. I was not going to play this game with her. "I already have a wife." I said playing with her hair. I loved the way her curls felt in my hands. I kissed the skin of her shoulder and she shied away from my lips.

"Don't." She said.

I scratched the space between my nose and lips. "I love you." I said as my heart was overwhelmed with love for her. She was quiet.

"I know… " She started saying, slowly looking up at me. "But I still want a divorce." She insisted. I chuckled, shaking my head.

"You should not say such things." I said as I traced her lower lip with my index finger. "But it is what I want, will you please grant me a divorce." She whispered.

Her persistence got me a little frustrated. "I am your husband." I said really, really trying to remain calm. "I know that!" She shouted. I think shock colored my face. "But I do not want to be your wife anymore, you should go on and marry Saphira!" She roared as she got off my lap.

My empty hands fell down to the bed. I think that my breathing stopped for a short while, because I was gasping for air.

"You're serious?" I stated. "Yes!" She said cold as ice.

"Why?!" Was the only thing I managed to say.

"Do I really have to explain that to you? Can't you figure that out on your own?" She said sharply.

I cracked my knuckles and then my neck.

"Go on…" I said and gestured with my hands for her to explain herself. "Tell me about how bad of a husband I am to you." I dared her.

She was quiet for a while.

"You are always busy with other woman." She threw at me. I scratched my head. "Mhh.." I said and pouted my lips. "And tell me." I said getting off the bed. "Who do I sleep next to every night…" I said as I walked up to her. "Who do I make love to?" I shrugged.

"Of course…" Jasmine said. "It always comes down to sex with you." She said and I felt a pang to my chest.

"Sex… is something entirely different than what you and I share." I swallowed. I felt sick to my stomach as I remembered her talking about marital duties when we first got married.

"Was that what it was like for you?" I shrugged. "Just sex?" I raised both my palms in the air. "What else would you call it when to people lust for each other." She said as she turned around to face the window.

I had a hard time responding to her.

"I have never loved anyone like I love you. I have never touched a woman, with the same intentions as I caress your body. I have never felt so deeply connected with somebody. I have never felt passionate in the heat of the moment as I do when I am with you. I have never-" My voice broke on every word and my throat was tightening.

"You are right.." I simply told her. "I have had sex with a lot of woman, I cannot deny that." I said shaking my head. "But I have never made love to another woman than you." I vowed.

"I want a divorce and then you can make love to Saphira for all I care." She said as he turned around. Her cat-like green eyes were holding mine.

"Stop the nonsense!" I shouted. "Just stop it!" I said angerly.

"We. Are. Not. Getting. A divorce." I told her.

"Then I will ask my father to support me on this, so we could get a divorce anyway." She said without emotion.

"Is this really what you want?" I asked in a small voice.

"Yes." She immediately said. 

My heart broke into a million pieces.

"Fine… " I began to say. She looked relieved and I fought back the tears that were starting to well up. "I will not grand you a divorce." I said. Jasmine looked angry and opened her mouth to say something.

I could not bare to not know how she was doing. Worrying about her would make me an unfit king. I raised my index finger for her to be quiet. "But I will grand you your freedom, if that is really what you want." I said, while having a hard time getting these words off my lips.

I closed my eyes, but it was useless. I, the prince of Saud was crying over a woman, who did not want to be mine. I could not stop the tears, so I embraced them.

I gasped for air. "Are you sure?" I asked pleadingly. She nodded and I turned my face away from her, staring up the ceiling.

I tried to man up. "First you need to accompany me to our coronation." I said as I bit my lips. "I will." She said. "Will you allow me to get a divorce someday?" She asked, like she really wanted that.

"Absolutely not." I said as my eyes flew back to her.

I could not imagine another man touching her skin. "I don't want you to marry another man." I said in all honesty. "But you are allowed to marry another woman?!" Jasmine laughed darkly.

I shook my head. "I don't need to marry another woman if you stop acting a fool." I shot back at her. "You could be my only wife, my queen, the mother of my children, my best friend. You can have all of me. It is your choice by deciding that it is not what you want." I said walking up to her crashing my lips into hers.

Out of breath I looked at her. "Listen to me and listen well. You want this. I don't. Be mine." I breathed. My eyes were blazing and my heart raced.

"I don't want to." She said as her fingers were pressed against my cheek. "You should let me go." She said as she placed her forehead against mine.. Tears started rolling down my cheeks again, and she was crying as well.