MSOTRB 1.
1936 Words
1.
Gabriella’s POV.
I am actually surprised you are back to know more after my happy ending. I got the ruthless man to love me, be the father to my children, built an empire with him, but!
There’s always a but. You should know by now that marriage is not all I love yous and best s*x, and having a gist partner, or someone who motivates you to be your better self. There are arguments, and fights that leave you both away from each other for days just because some horrible words were said and you two are better away from each other at least for a night.
S.ex makes up. Date make-ups. Make-ups by apologies. Make-ups because of the children. Make-ups because you two have been through a lot.
The question is how long can you hold out? How much can you bear? Can you still hold on after your limit?
The thing is people want you to hold on after your limit. Friends will tell you, you need to leave that beautiful hellhole and some will say you two vowed till death do you both part.
More questions should be; what if he brought about the part first?
Don’t get me wrong. I love my husband. I love Leo so much my heart feels it. I love my children but… glitters are not always gold.
Leo cheated! Not once, not even twice. Even before he decided to have another woman. We have had the miniature fights that should have easily been resolved, but because he has fallen out of love for me. Everything I do irritates him that’s what I think and he is not making me think otherwise.
Remember when he mentioned never ever bringing up the red room. Well, he did but he did past my hard limit. Never forget that the accident from years ago harmed me a lot and although I look okay, feel okay and appear like I am okay it does not mean I am.
Sometimes, there are sudden intense high-pitched buzzing I hear that leaves my head in a manic pain. Never have I ever shared this with anyone, not even my doctor because I did not want anyone to bother or be scared, but I booked an appointment last week.
The trauma from the accident resurfaces so many times especially since my car had a little accident last year after I dropped off my children.
Leo was shaken and that still made me know he loves me, but!
Why another woman?
What am I doing wrong?
Where did I go wrong?
Whose fault is it that our marriage is coming to an end?
Who is this woman?
“How are you?” His voice makes me look up and I let go of the ball pen I did not realize my knuckles are white from holding.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, I shut down the computer and close my notepad. I stand and smile.
“I am okay. I am sorry I could not make it to the board meeting. Was it okay, still? How are you? And have you had dinner?” I ask as I move my hands to loosen his tie.
Taking off his tie, I move my hand to his suit jacket and take it off too. As I am about to turn around he moves his right hand to touch my chin. He tugs up my face gently and I notice his eyes.
They look tired. His breaths sound like he can’t wait to have a proper sleep. Of course, Leo is still Leo. He takes work more seriously than anything. He had like four hours of sleep in five days. His weekend went on work and the only time he left work was to hang out with the children.
“What’s wrong, Brie?” He asks as he moves to take his tie and suit from me.
“Nothing. I am okay. Have you eaten? If not, I made dinner. The children have had dinner. They waited for you but we understand. Work is needed. We need to close this deal.” I respond and he nods.
“It is not nothing. Your eyes are puffy and red. What made you cry? I am sorry about coming in late. I thought I would have been able to make it to dinner but I had to also take care of your part.” His voice sounds red velvety and still has me simping.
There’s care in his voice, but why her?
“Let’s go to our bedroom. I need you.” I whisper and hook my fingers behind his neck.
Standing on my toes, I angle my head for a kiss and he lets go of everything he is holding to hold me.
His hands move to snack my waist and he presses me to himself and I catch a whiff of some other female scent but I am under whatever I am under so I can at least bear it. I some how expect him to feel guilt and kind of push me off, or tell me he is not in the mood.
No, he still does not stop me, and my body is betraying me. Doing something different from what my brain and mind racked out. The way my lips are moving against his as he rubs my thighs sets my core on heat, and my lips betray me further as I moan into his mouth as he lifts me up and secure my butt with his hand.
“Are the children asleep?” He breaks the kiss to ask against my neck as I throw my head back.
“Yes.” I respond breathily as my manicured nails trail from his hair to his neck and back to his hair.
He is tired. Why is he not complaining and telling me off? See! That is another angle, the ‘I want to be there for my wife’ is still very much present. And I do not know my reasons for being unable to confront him even though I am very much knowledgeable of his mistress who is my doppelgänger. But, I kind of wanted him to come talk to me about it. We have been married for years now, I at least expect some ‘Brie, there is something I want to talk to you about. Something that might break us apart…’
I do not know how I am going to take it if he does, but still. Last year, I had a man who was okay too, knew that I was married and still wanted to pursue things with me despite being married to one of the handsomely scariest man in the city and country. And I told my husband about it. I told him, I was beginning to feel the man and I do not want to.
Yes, I feel that expressive with Leo. And he did not disappoint, I had to beg him not to kill him but to warn him off. I also played my part in not answering the man’s constant texts and calls. And I very much appreciated him more when he did not play the psychopath ex role of wanting to stalk around or harm my children. He took it calmly like the man that could succeed in flipping my heart to almost fall the second time…
“Brie…” Leo moans my name as I take him in my mouth and I lock my eyes with his glossy and tired ones.
I can’t…
Not anymore and it is fine… I will be fine.
This is going to break me beyond how I think, and at the same time I think I might not.
“Brie… Fu.ck!” I like the way he moans my name as he releases.
“Come to Daddy.” He says as he bends slightly to scoop me off the floor, and my heart and mind still loves the way he asks me to come to him.
He told me he will be my daddy and lover when I lost my dad three years ago. And he has kept to it but not act like it recently. Him being with that doppelgänger of mine, fu.cking her, going to her first before coming home to me… hurts and my father would never ever hurt me.
Never!
“I need you.” I purr as he takes his tongue and finger off my core, to look at me.
“Do not make a move, or else I will have to tie you up.” Him being able to live this command life, and the ‘I love my wife’ life is unmatched.
Completely unmatched.
I love this man. I do not know how any man can ever replace him. I am never forgetting how after acting like I am invisible during pregnancy, he told himself that as long as he had not seen my body he would not assume me dead, and he did everything to search for me. How he got our daughter before I even got the chance to remember I was pregnant…
“If you take your eyes off mine, I will stop.” His voice sets my mind at peace at the same time making my eyes glossy from the way he turns on the vibrat.or.
He increases the speed and hand it over to me, he places my hand in a way that the vibra.tor is against my cl.it, and it takes the fact that I would lose this contact in seconds to not avert my eyes or shut it when he pumps into me missionarily as he claims a firm but comfortable hold of my neck.
Fu.ck!
“Fu.ck!” He moans, and let his tongue f**k my mouth as my left hand rakes his hair as I c.um hard almost the same time as he has his second release.
I let go of the vibr.ator as I clasp my fingers on his nape.
“I love you, Brie.” He reminds me like he does everyday with or without s.ex.
“I love you, Leo. So much.” I respond and get off the bed.
He walks into the bathroom with my hand in his and he pulls me to himself for another intense kiss. One I succumb to.
“You need to rest.” I say as he stops to look at me.
“I had a very long day. You cannot imagine.” He says as we set into the bathing area together.
We wash ourselves clean and in no time proceed to get dressed for bed.
“You are not going to eat?” I ask.
“No. I have had you and it’s enough. I need to sleep.” He responds and kiss my temple before proceeding to lay on the bed.
This moment is not the perfect moment for what I am about to do, neither is our fights days the perfect time. If I do not do it now I will never be able to do it…
“Leo.” I call his name as I pull out the drawer of the night stand.
“Brie…” He sounds tired but I know he is not asleep to know and understand everything I am about to say.
“I want a divorce.” Fu.ck all my hard practices to say it the right way.
Everything flips the moment he opens his eyes and the sleep clouding them a few seconds ago is gone, and the divorce paper falls on the bed.
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