Page 118 of Eternally Yours
But as we walk in silence, a thought bubbles in my head. That night, the night everything went to hell, she said she had something to ask me, but I never got to find out what it was.
It’s been at the forefront of my mind this past week, but since she wasn’t talking to me, I never brought it up. And now that she is, I’m afraid it will ruin the moment. I also don’t want to bring up that night again.
I guess I’ll just wait a little longer for my answer.
Right now, I’m with my girl. My Minnie. My wife. I’m happy, and that’s all that matters. The rest can wait.
Chapter thirty-four
Cecilia
The truth hurts… doesn’t it?
~ Two Weeks Later ~
Things between Silas and I have been going pretty well since we adventured out and seem to be slowly getting back to normal. Although we haven’t been intimate in any way, and I’m not ready for that, either.
I know it’s hard on Silas, but he also understands and doesn’t pressure me. Since our dinner date, Silas has been surprising me with gifts every day. Even when he’s on the road, I receive a delivery of some kind.
I love how much effort he’s putting in, and I feel myself falling all over again. I guess that’s not entirely true, I never fell out of love with Silas. That light was simply dimmed for a short while, but now I feel it glowing brighter and brighter with every day that passes.
I finally started working again and that has been something. The first few days weren’t easy by any means. As expected, there were reporters outside my work in the morning and at night, harassing me and following me to my car. On the third day, when one very determined idiot tried to climb into my car by the passenger side, Silas lost it.
Since then, I’m no longer allowed to take my car to work. Instead, I have a personal driver named Walter, who drives me to and from. He walks me into the building, and when I finish my workday, I’m instructed to wait inside until he arrives at the door.
I wasn’t too thrilled at the idea, but I’m also really grateful. And Sy promised that once everything dies down and they give up on trying to get the inside scoop, I’ll be allowed to drive my baby again.
Then there’s also inside the office space. I had a few co-workers question how things were going or give me their opinion on the matter, and on Silas. Thankfully,Emma shuts them all up pretty quickly every time, but it still sucks having everyone’s nose in my personal life.
Other than that, the rest has been tolerable. I’m thankful for Amanda, who’s been extremely accommodating to the circumstances. She’s only been making me do in-office tasks that don’t require any contact with the actual clients. It’s a blessing because I’m still not fully ready to face everyone so openly.
We’re currently at home, having just finished dinner with Clay, Morgan, Emma, and Aubrey. None of the other guys have been around the house yet, even if they’ve all messaged me to check in, to which I haven’t answered any.
I think Silas may have told them to give me some space because before the whole debacle, they were always stashed at our place, even without an invitation.
The only player that has been allowed in our home is Clay, not that Silas necessarily invited him in, but Clay wasn’t taking no for an answer. He’s become my rock through these dark times.
The girls were all amazing, and I’ll forever be indebted to them for everything they’ve done, but with Clay, it was different. It was as if he knew exactly what I needed without me having to say a word. And the fact that he was willing to throw away years of friendship for me made our bond grow even stronger.
The two men are still in cold territory and hardly speak to each other. Silas tries to engage in conversations every once in a while, but Clay just ignores him most times. It’s weird, I hadn’t expected Clay to take this so much to heart. But I think some part has to do with guilt.
He did admit in the first few days when we were alone that he felt guilty for leaving Silas at the bar and not dragging him back to the hotel like they had planned. All I could do in that moment was to wrap my arms around Clay and let him hold me. It was my way of showing him that it wasn’t his fault, and I never once blamed him for what happened.
Apparently, Clay isn’t the only one who feels guilty, and that would be Grey. Greyson has been blowing up my phone since the morning the news came out, and I’ve been ignoring him since.
He’s apologized a million different ways, even went as far as sending me flowers to the house. Which Silas threw out immediately. I’m not sure how their friendship is going, but between me and Greyson, it’s nonexistent. I know it’s not technically his fault, but the fact that he was there and encouraged my husband to get wasted really hurts.
With the history Greyson and I have together and the friendship we had managed to make out of it—despite the weird beginning—I would never have thought hewould be the one to play a part in what could have possibly been the end of my marriage.
“I know I’ve already apologized to each of you, but I want to say how sorry I am again. What I put you guys through while I was processing everything wasn’t fair.” I look at my friends who sit by me on the couch, with Clay in the recliner.
Silas is out at the moment, walking Milo around the block. He had been a bit neglected in the beginning while we were trying to get past everything. And with the media lurking around, Sy didn’t feel secure enough to wander out on walks with our pup.
But now that things are slowly dying down and I’m back to a somewhat normal state, he’s taken up taking him on multiple walks a day and spoiling him rotten for being so compliant during our hard times.
“Sweetie, you don’t have to keep apologizing. You needed us and we were there, just like we all know you would do the same for us in a heartbeat.” Morgan places her hand on my right thigh with that motherly look in her eyes. She’ll make a great mother someday with how caring and calm she is.
“Still, you all missed out on work and used up all your free time to take care of me.” I turn to Aubrey sitting to my left. “And you, you stopped going to your classes so that you could be here in the morning with me. You shouldn’t have had to do that. I don’t want my personal life to affect your future.” I take her hand in mine, feeling completely at fault.
