After four years of a loveless marriage, Eleanor is blindsided by her husband Arthur's abrupt decision to divorce her. The convenient arrangement that had suited them both had, seemingly, run its course. As Eleanor struggles to come to terms with the end of their marriage, she can't help but feel discarded - a pawn replaced by Arthur's rekindled flame, a woman from his past. But just as Eleanor is starting to rebuild her life, Arthur drops a bombshell: he wants her back. His reasons are unclear, but one thing is certain - His regret.
View MoreCHAPTER SEVEN—ELEANOR -I stand frozen, my feet rooted to the ground and struggling to process the scene before me.Arthur and Brianna are passionately kissing in our— Arthur’s bed, the door wide open for anyone to see.For me to see!For a moment, I just stood there, frozen. The air feels thick, suffocating, like the walls of the house are closing in on me.He is not pushing her away. Not really. His hands are on her arms, weak, unsure-like he has no strength to resist.And that was all I needed to see.Whatever foolish thoughts I had on the way here, whatever hope I had clung to, shattered in an instant. Arthur, my soon-to-be ex-husband, whom I've fallen shamelessly in love with, holds another woman, Brianna, in his arms.My chest goes tight and a piercing pain strikes it through. The air is thick with awkwardness, and I feel humiliation wash over me.Arthur moves and Our eyes lock, and he disentangles himself from her. Guilt and panic contort his face as he tries to explain.
ARTHUR — -Eleanor's gaze meets mine, and for a fleeting instant, time stands still. I arch an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing on my lips. Cradled in my arms, she exudes a subtle sweetness, her delicate fragrance intoxicating. The way she nestles into my embrace, fitting seamlessly against me, is utterly captivating.“You’re quite the clingy one aren’t you, waking up and holding me so dearly like this,” I tease, kissing my teeth and shaking my head.I watch Eleanor’s face heat up. She wiggles her body and breaks our contact.“Are you crazy?” I notice her cheeks are crimson.She hastily pulls her night dress to cover the rest of her body, her gaze scattering around the room before she turns to me and sneers.“Shut up!” Her voice comes out barely audible, but instead of anger like she is trying to instigate, it comes out flustered.I secretly smile to myself as she walks away to get properly dressed.I adore this side of her, this shy and flustered side of her that is new to m
—ELEANOR.— My lips go pursed when I realize my jaw has been hanging open for what feels like an eternity.I still can’t believe my eyes.Could it be that I was chosen as Arthur's wife four years ago because I resembled Brianna Brown? I remember the interview, not providing so much but yet, I was picked, without hesitation. Now, as I gaze at Brianna, I'm left wondering if my likeness to her was the reason behind Arthur's choice.My heart slows down and I tilt my head as my mind starts to hit another peak of realization.The past four years with Arthur - dedicating myself to him, loving him, and longing for his love in return - all seem pointless now. I've come to realize I'm merely a substitute, a stand-in to gulp down his illness while he waits to get better and get on with another woman.I am truly nothing but a faint shadow of the woman he truly desires.I don’t know the history he had with Brianna, or what they shared about how they were, but I can tell I am the third wheel
ELEANOR- It’s crazy, that during my four years of being married to this man, I’ve never seen such an outburst from him, such visible livid fumes curling out of his ears. He is making me feel small and I wish for nothing but the ground to open up and swallow me. I just wanted to help. I didn’t mean to cause any ruckus. I never could have imagined that a single phone call could trigger such a drastic chain of events. But as I stand there, frozen in shock, I realize that it's not just the call itself - it's the venomous words that spill from Arthur's lips like poison. My heart plummets into my stomach as I watch him unleash a fury I've never seen before. His eyes blaze with a fierce intensity, and his voice is low and menacing. "If anything happens to Brianna, you'd better be prepared to face the consequences," he growls, his words dripping with malice. "And worry about being able to afford to take responsibility." .Arthur spins on his heel and strides out the door, leaving me r
—ELEANOR. - The next day, as the late afternoon sun casts its warm, golden light over Cindy's cozy home, I make my way towards Arthur and my heart skips a beat as I see Arthur emerge from the sleek vehicle, his eyes scanning the surroundings before settling on the front door. Right on schedule, he's arrived to take me on our planned visit to see his grandmother, Cassandra. I slide into Arthur's car, the familiar scent and surroundings choking me with nostalgia. My heart tugs at itself. Because we’re visiting one of Arthur’s dearest families. Who has also become mine? It’s not right to pay his grandmother a visit when we’re supposed to be Ex-husband and wife. It’s deception. But I can’t refuse his request to visit his grandmother, Cassandra is way too nice and she’s like my own family already, she’s the closest thing to a parent to me. This divorce will not just be breaking Arthur and me. As we buckle up, Arthur turns to me, a small box unexpectedly appearing in his h
ELEANOR— I don’t know how much I cried last night before falling asleep, my body eventually surrendering to drowsiness. But the remnants of my tears still linger, a stinging sensation in my eyes and a dull ache in my chest. My face feels stiff this morning, the muscles strained from holding back sobs last night, while my eyes throb with a heavy, unshed weight. I touch the empty bed beside me and take hold of the empty house. I’m always used to an empty house; Arthur is a working man and he often leaves me home alone. But today’s emptiness feels so hollow, so deep and so solemn. I make my way to the kitchen to drown my stomach in water, only to meet a huge note on the kitchen island. A note that says: “I’ll prepare the divorce papers as soon as possible and send them to you ‘Arthur— I bite back a curse, my fingers crumpling the paper in my hand, but I manage to keep my emotions in check. Arthur seems unfazed about this whole thing, and I will try to follow his lead. I po
ELEANOR— - As I lay on the bed, enveloped in my husband's warmth, I nestle my back deeply into his arms, feeling his gentle grip on my waist as he pulls me closer. Soft, tender kisses dance across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The blood-boiling sex we shared still resonates, the lingering sensations on my skin and between my legs a reminder of our loving encounter. His arms around me tighten more and his lips press on the bane of my shoulder igniting more warmth in my body. His lips move to my neck where he kisses me passionately and excitedly and then moves to my cheeks where he places the last few kisses before letting his mouth leave me. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want to melt into Arthur and absorb his entirety. Surprisingly this time his touch feels more intimate than before, more secure, and more enthusiastic. It’s not unlike Arthur to touch me or kiss me, but tonight just feels different— different in a way that keeps me satisfied and pleasure-filled.
ELEANOR— - As I lay on the bed, enveloped in my husband's warmth, I nestle my back deeply into his arms, feeling his gentle grip on my waist as he pulls me closer. Soft, tender kisses dance across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The blood-boiling sex we shared still resonates, the lingering sensations on my skin and between my legs a reminder of our loving encounter. His arms around me tighten more and his lips press on the bane of my shoulder igniting more warmth in my body. His lips move to my neck where he kisses me passionately and excitedly and then moves to my cheeks where he places the last few kisses before letting his mouth leave me. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want to melt into Arthur and absorb his entirety. Surprisingly this time his touch feels more intimate than before, more secure, and more enthusiastic. It’s not unlike Arthur to touch me or kiss me, but tonight just feels different— different in a way that keeps me satisfied and pleasure-filled....
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