Now that I think about it 5

Now that I think about it 5

As soon as I got back home, I started to pack my things. I forced myself not to cry, focusing instead on the task at hand. The image of Marcus and Emily was burned into my memory, and I knew that I would remember it for the rest of my life.

 

 

 

But I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. They could jump off a fucking bridge for all I cared. After spending so long wondering what exactly I had done to deserve this cruelty from my husband, it was satisfying to finally have an answer.

 

 

 

He was more interested in fucking my best friend than fixing our marriage.

 

 

 

I could picture the two of them right now, and even the thought of it made me want to sink to the floor and cry until my tears dried up. I couldn’t bear to think about what happened, or the sad reality of what my life was about to become.

 

 

 

I didn’t know what I was going to do now, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to stay in this house. For so long, it had felt more like a prison than anything else. I had no memories of being happy here, and I wasn’t going to miss anything about being here.

 

 

 

I had a plan in mind. Once I packed my things, I would get a hotel. Somewhere in the Upper East Side, so I wouldn’t be so far away from anything. And tomorrow, I’ll call the lawyer and tell him about the divorce. It shouldn’t take long, since Marcus wasn’t going to oppose. Once we finalised everything, I would leave New York. Everything I loved about this city was with Emily, and I couldn’t bear that thought. I had always wanted to move to England for a while. Maybe I would go there for a while before I figured out what to do with my life. Marrying Marcus made me forget all the things I wanted to do with my life. He told me it wouldn’t be right for his wife to be seen working, because I would never want for anything. So he asked me to give up on my dreams and stay with him, and I stupidly obliged.

 

 

 

How could I have been so stupid? How could I not see that he was cheating on me? The late nights, the mysterious phone calls, and the way he seemed so satisfied with our current situation. In the past, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. But all of a sudden, he stopped trying. The mere mention of sex was enough to piss him off. He would snap at me whenever I tried to get intimate, or he would make up some excuse that he was tired or just not interested.

 

 

 

There was also the unexplained pack of condoms I always kept finding in the trash.

 

 

 

That was the first thing that raised alarm bells in my head. Either he had screwed up, or he simply didn’t care and he wanted me to find out.

 

 

 

I finally managed to pack most of my clothes, and I hauled my suitcase out of the closet. I refused to look at our bed as I walked out of the room, and I dragged it out into the hallway. I must have been making a lot of noise, because Carlos—the butler—suddenly appeared in the hallway right as I was about to head for the stairs. He was still in his uniform, his greyish hair slicked back and his piercing green eyes narrowing down on me. Even though he was much older than me, we had always been so close ever since I started living here.

 

 

 

I was going to miss him the most.

 

 

 

“Ma’am?” he asked confusedly, his gaze shifting between me and the suitcase. “Are you going somewhere?”

 

“Yes, Carlos,” I replied. “I’m getting the hell out of this house.”

 

He blinked at me confusedly, and as I started to pull the suitcase, he rushed forward and took it from me.

 

 

 

“I always knew this day would come,” he whispered, a sad expression on his face. “But it was not my place to speak.”

 

“You knew about the affair?” I asked.

Now that I think about it

Now that I think about it

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