Chapter 1

Deemed lights, scented candles, and the sweet scent of lavender dancing around the room. She seats in front of her large makeup mirror, brushing her light golden hair, painting her lips devil red and anything to make her more appealing.

Her blue eyes become flooded with water and tears start to overflow ruining her massacre. She lifted her eyelids to stare at her reflection. What she was; a middle-aged woman, with wrinkles under her eyes, and black tears flowing under her cheeks.

No wonder he didn't love her.

No time for tears. She wipes her face and covers her face with powder. He'll be home any moment now.

The table is set. She put in extra effort today, to prepare the food, so they could eat dinner together while having a conversation about work, just like the good old days.

A smile crawls up her face, just as the door swings open.

"Another one?" He slams the door behind him, yelling at someone over the phone "Tell those assholes I just got home and I'm too exhausted to deal with their shit today"

She ran to his side to greet him with a warm smile. "Wel-"

"I don't care" he waved his hand in front of her face "I can't come, I'm fucking exhausted" he uses his shoulder to support his phone, using his hands to undo his buttons

"Let me take that-" she offered, he threw the jacket on the floor. She bends over to pick up his jacket and he walks over her, straight to the living room.

"I don't know, tell Eric to deal with it" He hung up, before throwing his phone on the floor, shattering it into a million pieces. She hops in shock from the loud noise "Those bastards" he placed his hands on his hips, taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Charles" she calls out to him in a light, shaky voice.

She successfully get his attention, he turned to her "what?" he asked in an irritated tone

"Dinner is really"

"Good, I'm starving" he gets up and walks to the dinner table, taking his seat. She smiles taking her seat opposite him, her gaze fell to the table if she stares at him directly her heart might just explode.

"What the fuck is this?" while she was looking away, he had taken the lid off the plate.

"T-try it," she said finding the courage to look up at him "I made it myself"

"It looks disgusting" he looked up at her, with his lips folded downward in a frown that dragged his wrinkles

"Y-you don't like it?" she hurriedly ran out of her seat "let me make something else for you" she took the tray.

"It's okay" he held her elbow "I've lost my appetite" he let go of her elbow, getting off his seat

"No," she said in a panic "you can't leave" her desperation dragged her voice, making her sound out of breath "you haven't eaten at home in days" she blocked his path with her body "just stay today, just for a few minutes more"

"Get out of my way" he pushed her out of the way. She came crashing down and the contents of the tray fell on her.

"Emily" he called her name, making her look up at him from her position on the floor "I don't know what stresses me more, you or work"

"I'm sorry" she whispered.

Just then someone came running in "Mr. Hensley?" it was Eric. His gaze fell to Emily who was still on the floor.

"For God's sake woman, pick yourself up" Charles yelled frustrated "What" he yelled again, this time at Eric.

"It's the party members, they're holding a meeting about the campaign. They said, you have to attend and you weren't answering your phone so they told me-" Eric explained before being cut off

"Whatever, I'm coming" he rolled his eyes "where's my jacket" he looks around the floor where he left it

"Oh, I kept it in your room" Emily runs from the kitchen immediately she hears he's looking for his jacket "I'll go get it"

Picking up the pace, she runs to his room. The jacket sat neatly on the side of his reading table. She grabs the jacket and as she was just about to run out, she meets her reflection. Her white dress had oil stains all over, her hair was a mess, she didn't realize she had been crying, her massacre was drizzling down her face

"Disgusting" she mumbles to herself

"Hurry up, I'm already late" she heard her husband yell from the distance

She runs to him and hands him the jacket "sorry" she mumbled under her breath

"What took you so long? If I end up late it'll be on your head" he points at her.

"S-sorry" she apologizes for the millionth time that day

"Clean yourself up, you smell like shit" he eyes her up and down, covering his nose with his hand. Without saying goodbye bye, he walks passed Eric and walked out.

Eric looked at Emily with pity in his eyes before walking out to catch up to Charles.

Exhausted, she walks to her room. Turning on the tap and feeling the bathtub with warm water, she lit a few candles and threw rose petals into the tub. She turned off the lights and took off her clothes.

She got into the tub and carefully sat in it. She sighs as she relives all her stress in the hot steamy water. She thought how fascinating it would be to bury her head under the water and finally be at peace, as she plays with her fingers under the water.

She soaked for a while and got out of the tub. Her skin was still producing steam, as she covers herself with a towel and walked out of the bathroom leaving trails of water on the floor.

She let's her towel flow to the ground and picks up a white bathrobe. She puts on the robe, tying the rope tightly around her waist. Kneeling, she opens a cabinet by her dresser and pulls out an old record disk. Walking over to the other side of the room, she opens an old record player, turning it on with a little switch, she inserts the record, moving the needle and when she dropped the needle the music started playing.

The song that was playing; Clair De Lune.

She hugs herself tightly, swirling around the room like she was a fairy lost in an enchanted garden.

This was the song she and Charles would listen to while reading books, seated together, hand in hand. Sometimes Charles would stand up and insist they dance together and no matter how many times she refuses, he would pull her up and they'd dance the night away laughing and giggling.

The music stopped and she was brought back to reality, where she is dancing alone in a dark and empty room.

That's enough music for today.

She turns off the recorder and the silence grows louder. She hears a car pull into the driveway, walking over to the window, she pulls the curtains out of the way. It was Charles, stepping out of his limo

"He came back" a smile grew wide on her face and butterflies were flying circles around her heart.

She runs to the room on the other side of the hallway, jumps on the bed, and overs her head with a blanket.

From under the blanket, she could hear the door creaking open, and the heavy sighs of her beloved.

She felt the weight that fell on the bed and knew he had tucked himself in. She moves closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Ugh, you're here" he sounded almost annoyed, but why would he be annoyed to see his darling wife?

She plantes soft kisses on his neck and cheeks, trying to get him in the mood.

"Emily, I'm really stressed and tired right now. How about another night" he pulls himself away from her embrace

"Oh okay, rest up. You've really worked hard" she gives a weak shaky smile and turns over to face the opposite side of the room.

It's been like this for months now, what can we do?

She didn't want to be alone anymore, she needs a little bundle of light, laughter and joy.

Just ask him, he is your husband

She takes in a deep breath and turns over to face him on the bed.

"Charles dear?" she calls out to him in a whisper, he hummed in response.

"So I've been thinking, we live in this big house and all" she pauses to think about what she wants to say, her eyes travel around the room as she hummed to buy some time "it's pretty much empty all the time and I mostly stay at home, so I was wondering..."

"What are you saying?" he cuts her off out of the blue "You're saying I'm the reason you're lonely, that I leave you all alone in this big empty house carelessly"

"Honey, that's not what I was saying" she tries to explain

"No, cause I'm the devil" he accused "I'm the reason for everything going wrong in your life. Emily the only reason I'm running for this seat is to get the money to buy you all the expensive shit your spoiled ass cannot live without"

There was silence as he rubbed his face with his palm

"Emily I'm fucking tired, don't make it worst" he goes back to sleep this time facing the other direction.

"I'm sorry" she whispers, facing the opposite direction

Today was an improvement, at least he didn't kick her out of the room and they can share a bed as they did back in the day.

If only she wasn't so selfish and materialistic he wouldn't have to work all the time and he'd finally have time to spend with her

Her eyelids grew heavy as her vision became foggy and finally she fell asleep.

Light shined brightly from the window into the room but that's not what woke her up , birds chirped loudly and flapped they're wings but that didn't wake her either. A single ding from a near by phone is what woke her up.

She got up rubbing her eyes and stretching. Her attention fell to the phone by the small table on her beloved's side of the room.