I trusted her. I trusted him. Big mistake. When I caught my husband and my best friend tangled in betrayal, my world shattered. And my daughter? She chose her as her new mom. Me? Just a housewife. Just the ‘overbearing mom’ who cared too much. Done. I walked away, leaving their apologies and tears in the dust. My husband dropped to his knees, begging, “Please, come back. We can fix this.”My daughter clung to me, crying, “Mom, don’t leave me.” I laughed: “Fix it? Don’t leave? Too late. You had your chance. I don’t need either of you anymore.”
View MoreCeleste’s POV“Grace, I need you.” My voice trembled as I called my friend from the hospital parking lot.She answered in a heartbeat. “Of course. Anything.” “Can you meet at The Barrel in an hour?”“The bar downtown?”I started my engine. “That’s the one.”“I’ll see you there.”“Thanks. You’re the best.”My emotions were in turmoil. I didn’t want to be alone with them all night. I knew I could count on Grace.“I know.” She teased.I ended the call and drove to my hotel room and changed in a flash. The Barrel’s neon sign blinked as I arrived at the bar early.Several pairs of hungry eyes followed me as I made my way to a booth. I wore an elegant black dress with an open neckline that revealed a hint of my collar bones. It never aroused Damien.After feeling invisible for so long, the attention felt great. Beneath the sense of loss, excitement flickered.I ordered a bottle of wine I knew Grace would like and poured myself a glass.Dealing with Damien and Pauline at the hospital had m
Celeste’s POVMy stomach was in knots as I walked into the children’s ward at the hospital. I desperately needed to see my daughter and know that she was okay.I reached the room the nurse pointed me to and threw open the door.My daughter laid in the bed, almost as white as its sheets. I ran straight to her side. There was an IV drip in her arm, and she moaned with pain.“Bonnie? It’s Mommy. Can you hear me, baby?” I tried to keep the panic out of my voice.“Mrs Kent?”I turned to see a doctor speaking with Damien and his mother, Pauline.“Yes, I’m Mrs Kent. Are you Bonnie’s doctor? Can you tell me what’s wrong with her?” I asked her, ignoring the others.“Oh, your husband didn’t tell you?” I said nothing, and the doctor cleared her throat before responding.“Your daughter has acute gastroenteritis, most likely caused by the unhygienic takeout food she ate yesterday. She was severely dehydrated when your husband brought her in.”I blinked back tears. My sweet girl went through so mu
Celeste’s POV This morning was bittersweet. I didn’t have to wake up before sunrise to press and lay out Damien’s clothes, get Bonnie ready for school, and do a million other things.But I was still heartbroken. I mourned my marriage and missed my daughter.The noon sun felt nice on my skin as I walked down bustling streets. I was paying Grace, an old friend from college, an overdue visit.I wished I’d made more time for her after I got married. We used to have so much fun.She had a keen sense for people, too. When we met Vanessa, she warned me something was off. I should have listened.Grace’s jewellery boutique came into view. She’d decorated it exquisitely, with stylish pieces of jewellery that sparkled under the lights. I stood outside the entrance and took a deep breath. I wanted to hide this shameful aspect of my life. But I knew I needed to rely on my friends.The familiar ring of the bell comforted me as I pushed open the door. Grace looked up from behind the counter. A del
Damien’s povHours after my wedding blew up in my face, I was finally home. A stack of papers and the wedding ring commissioned from the top designers at my company sat in plain view on my coffee table. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” Vanessa said before heading upstairs.I walked over to the living room and flipped through the papers. It was a divorce agreement already filled out and signed. I couldn’t help but chuckle.Celeste was looking for attention.She was just a spoiled housewife. She’d be begging me to take her back in a couple of days when she realised she’s nothing without me.I tossed the papers aside and sunk into the sofa, exhausted. Today was a massive failure that hurt both my pride and my pocket. Celeste was always good at wasting my money, but today really took the cake.I sighed. At least Vanessa had handled announcing the wedding cancellation surprisingly well. I was happy to learn she had other talents besides incredible sex.“You threw our
Celeste’s POV Damien grunted, and his pleasure tore a cry from my throat. He whipped his face away from Vanessa to stare at me in shock. Then he called my name as he untangled himself from her.The sight of them made me nauseous. I had to get away.I shut the door and dabbed my face dry. Anger ignited next to the heartbreak. I would get Bonnie, we would leave and I would never see that unfaithful bastard again.Mind made up, I hurried back the way I came. Damien’s voice echoed behind me and I ignored him until he grabbed my arm.The suit I had picked out and carefully pressed was crumpled from their escapades. Vanessa sauntered over, unbothered, with her hair a mess.“Celeste, please let me explain.” Damien begged.I pulled my arm free from his grip. “I don’t want to hear it, Damien. There is nothing you could possibly say that will fix this.”Vanessa reached us and tucked herself into Damien’s side. I could still see a hint of that satisfied smirk on her lips.“I’m so sorry, Celeste.
Celeste’s POV “Daddy, why don’t you marry Auntie Vanessa?”Damien was zipping up our five-year-old daughter’s dress when she suggested he marry my best friend three hours before our wedding.Why would she say something like that?Bonnie’s words pierced my heart like a needle. But what cut so deeply was Damien’s silence. The man I’d given up my career for, to care for our family while he built his business, said nothing. Bonnie and I had just been arguing over which flower girl dress she would wear. Last month we went to a boutique with Vanessa where I found the perfect dress. But Vanessa had bought another dress for Bonnie and given it to her behind my back. Vanessa and I met in college. We were classmates who quickly became best friends. When she was struggling to find work, I asked Damien if he could give her a job at his company. Since then, we saw her a lot more often and Bonnie became very attached to her. Their relationship often struck a nerve. I constantly had to remind mys
Celeste’s POV “Daddy, why don’t you marry Auntie Vanessa?”Damien was zipping up our five-year-old daughter’s dress when she suggested he marry my best friend three hours before our wedding.Why would she say something like that?Bonnie’s words pierced my heart like a needle. But what cut so deeply was Damien’s silence. The man I’d given up my career for, to care for our family while he built his business, said nothing. Bonnie and I had just been arguing over which flower girl dress she would wear. Last month we went to a boutique with Vanessa where I found the perfect dress. But Vanessa had bought another dress for Bonnie and given it to her behind my back. Vanessa and I met in college. We were classmates who quickly became best friends. When she was struggling to find work, I asked Damien if he could give her a job at his company. Since then, we saw her a lot more often and Bonnie became very attached to her. Their relationship often struck a nerve. I constantly had to remind mys...
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