Page 125 of Eternally Yours
I give up the fight against my emotions and let them swallow me whole, bawling my eyes out in his arms.
He sits down on the pavement right beside my open car door with me in his lap. I’m losing control, yelling at him, hitting him, trying to get out of his hold. But he won’t let up. He forces my arms between our chests and squeezes his tightly around me, making it impossible for me to move.
Eventually, my body goes limp, sagging against his. I cry so loud I’m sure all the neighbors can hear me, but I don’t care. There’s no way I could stop.
Another car pulls up beside us, and from the little I can see, it appears to be Morgan. She rushes over to our side as my sobbing lessens to soundless cries.
“Oh, no... what happened?” she asks.
“I’m not sure, Hayes called me worried. Said she showed up at the house but seemed lost and drove out of there like a maniac when she realized where she was. When I came to look outside, I found her losing it in her car.” Clay continues to hold me in a death grip.
“Clay, I don’t like this... maybe we should get her some help.”
“Babe, the last thing she needs right now is someone else meddling in her business. It’s been a week, give her some time.”
I begin to doze off while I listen to their hushed voices, my body entirely drained of energy. Clay loosens his hold on me and repositions me, placing his arm under my knees and the other spanning my upper back. My head rests in the crook of his neck.
“She’s falling asleep, let’s get her inside and in bed. I think a long nap could do her some good. Can you grab her things from the car?” Clay says as he somehow manages to stand from the ground without dropping me.
He’s not wrong, I’m in deep need of a good sleep; my nights have been anything but. I wake up most of the time in the early hours screaming or crying, my dreams turning to nightmares every time I close my eyes. But right now, I’m too exhausted to dream, too exhausted to think.
I’m so exhausted that Clay doesn’t even make it past the threshold, and I’ve already left this world.
SILAS
~ Two Weeks Later ~
I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t know how to fix this. She won’t speak to me. She won’t answer my messages. I’m losing my goddamn mind.
Seeing her come up the driveway two weeks ago freaked me out. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, but after rubbing my eyes and doing a 360 on the spot, I realized I wasn’t.
Her focus wasn’t on me though, her body was there, but her mind clearly wasn’t. And when she took in her surroundings and drove off like a madwoman, I nearly lost it. I was worried sick about her.
What if she got into an accident? What if she did something like hurt herself...
I called Clay immediately, and when he told me she had just pulled up but hung up quickly with“SHIT!”being the last word he spoke, I was both relieved and freaked out. I called back a couple of times, and it took him nearly an hour to finally reach back with news that she had a meltdown in the driveway and was now asleep in bed.
I beat myself up for the rest of the day, cried for hours. My eyes were bloodshot and felt like sandpaper the next day, but I deserved the pain. I deserve so much more because I’m the reason my wife is hurting so badly.Again.
When I got the call from my agent saying Lisa, the woman I apparently slept with whose name I didn’t even know until that day, was pregnant, I prayed it was a bad joke. That she was just trying to scam me out of money or get another fifteen minutes of fame.
But I was wrong, she had medical records stating she really was. Now we’re just waiting for the paternity test. My lawyer tells me she hasn’t come forward with any intentions on what she wants, but I’m betting it will drop soon.
He said we could pay her off to go away, but the damage was already done. It would have made me look even worse to the public eye if I did that, plus I’m not a heartless dick. If I have a kid out there, I want to raise it.
Even if it costs me the woman I love... I just wish I could have both.
I haven’t given up on us, and I won’t ever. Cecilia may have moved out. She may not want to speak to me or see me. But she’s still Mrs. Hayes. She’s still my wife. And until that changes, I will do everything in my power to get her back, even if it takes years.
I can’t tell where her mind is at or what she plans to do, and that scares me.Doesshe just need some time and space? Or will I be receiving divorce papers?I hate this waiting, this unknown. I think some part of her doesn’t know, either.
When I brought her car over, I expected it to be sent back or torched. I didn’t think she would want anything from me, but she took it and has been driving it. As well as our joint account that I told her she should still use through a text she never replied to.
Emma told me she quit her job, and even though I know Minnie has savings, I don’t want her running it dry when I have millions in my account.
Though I know Cecilia loved her job, I think she did the right thing. She needs time to heal, to figure out where she wants to go from here.I just hope in the end, it’s back to me.
The house is disgusting. I haven’t been cleaning; the dishes are piled high, and pizza boxes and takeout litter the living room. I haven’t let anyone in the house, so with no housekeeper coming around, well, the place has turned into a dump.
