BRIAN’S POV I drowned in guilt, unable to forgive myself for causing the loss of my child. ‘How could I ever face her?’ ‘How do I live the rest of my life with this guilt?’ ‘Was I supposed to keep this a secret from her? How long could I do that?’ Blair was never going to forgive me for this, if she ever found out. I couldn't even forgive myself, how could I expect forgiveness from her? I was a monster, just like my father, I wasn't any different from him. Doing anything to have my way and not thinking about the effect on other's feelings. It was bad enough that she woke up and found me in Stacy's arms, and now she had to deal with the fact that I had cost her a baby. I left the room, not able to face her, even in her unconsciousness. The innocence of her face reflecting the purity of her heart stung my selfish heart. I walked from one end of the small garden in the hospital, to the other end of it, soaking in my guilt and the shame of my actions. It felt like the end of the
BLAIR’S POV After hours of not saying a word to him or anyone else, I decided I didn't want to live this lie. There was no denying how much I loved Brian, but there was also no denying how I'd never fit. I would always be an outsider to him, and that was not a feeling I was willing to deal with, especially not after losing a baby because of his selfishness. My request hit him like a blow to the breast of a nursing mother, as he could neither utter a word, nor move another step close to me. There was a moment of thick, terrifying silence between us.“Is everything okay, Blair?” He finally said, taking a few steps towards me. “You tell me, Brian,” I said, turning around to face him. “You shut me out and don't tell me anything,” I launched a rant, “it's not bad enough that I am trying to fit into your chaotic life, you poison me and send me into a literal period of lifelessness, just to shut me out and get me out of your way,” my tone gradually hitting the top. “Because of your s
BLAIR’S POV CONTINUES I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I wasn't sure where I was off to. Thankfully, it was a luxurious resort and had very few people roaming the halls. My vision was blurry from the tears welled in them and I only managed to get myself to the bar. It was a large and serene place, and also had a pool at the other exit. I wasn't a consumer of alcohol but was willing to do whatever it took to take my mind away from all the chaos around it. “One shot of your best drink,” I ordered, sitting on the high stool at the counter.The bartender was prompt in his response and he soon gave me a shot. I held the cup in my shaky hands, as I dread its consumption. I was hesitant about my decision. “Want to do that together?” I heard a thick, male voice behind me. I turned around to a six foot tall young man, with brown skin and a muscular structure. He had neatly cut black hair and pink lips sitting on his finely shaped straight face and sharp jawline. He was a work
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES We barely got to say the word ‘Jack’ before Brian came swinging at Sebastine, causing a scene. “Brian!” I yelled, trying to pull him away from Sebastine, who already had a bleeding lip from Brian's punch. “What is wrong with you?” I scolded. Luckily, the bartender and a few other staff came around to pull the two apart. Steven had also quickly shown up, so the scene was immediately prevented from escalating. Sebastine did not react violently and it made me fall in love with him by another step. “Mr. Craig, the establishment has a zero tolerance for violence policy, Sir,” the bartender said to Craig. “And certainly not violence against my son,” a thick, fierce voice surfaced from the other entrance, towards the pool. “We are so sorry sir,” Steven immediately apologized, “It was all a big misunderstanding,” he said. “Mr. Craig, you seem like a man of high repute,” Sebastine’s father said, “I do not expect to find you out here, acting belligerent towards my
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES I couldn't bring myself to share a kiss with Sebastine. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I loved Brian. Sure he was way older and selfish and annoying, he also hurt me really badly, but in all of it, I still loved him. I genuinely cared about him, and it had gone beyond his actions or how much he annoyed me. “I'm sorry Sebastine,” I pulled back and apologized. “It's okay,” he immediately responded. “I shouldn't have,” he said. We sat outside, discussing what college life was for Sebastine and I found peace in how fun it was talking to Sebastine. He was the literal ‘life of the party,’ and it was surprising to find that he was an honors student. He was multifaceted and I found that about him fascinating. We sat outdoors, in the lonely road and in the car for hours, until the sunset. “We should get back to the resort,” he said, “I'm sure my dad is worried, and I believe Brian is too,” he added. ‘I doubt that,’ I thought. He was probably wrapped ar
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES It felt illegal to be letting Brian go. He was my husband after all, and although I thought highly of Sebastine in the few hours of spending time with him, I wanted my marriage to really work. I gradually loosened my grip from Sebastine and went along with Brian and Steven, with my head bowed the whole time. It was an awfully quiet drive to the point of pickup and the private plane was already waiting. We got on board and I couldn't utter a word to neither Steven nor Brian. “Brian, I cannot begin to say how excited I am for Winchester, it's been a long time since I was last there,” Stacy said, walking out of the cabin towards Brian's seat. ‘Great! She's still here,’ I rolled my eyes, and fixed my gaze out the window and unto the beautiful country of Maldives. I had read so many beautiful things about the Maldives and although from my father's mansion I wasn't hopeful to visit, I wished my first visit didn't have to be on this terms. For the seven hours le
BRIAN'S POV I wasn't sure if to be excited about her welcome, or suspicious about it. It sure didn't feel right, but I was just happy to be seeing her wearing a smile again, and at the time, that was all that mattered to me. I picked her off the ground, in my arms like a baby and headed straight in. “Welcome home, Cinderella,” I said. She looked at me with a broad smile and I walked right up the two flights of stairs to my room. I placed her gently on my bed and took a deep breath. “It sure feels good to be home,” I said, looking around. “I'm sure it does,” she said. I knelt in front of her, as she sat up right, with her legs on the floor on the edge of the bed. “Princess,” I called, holding her hands in mine, “I know that no amount of apology would fix what I have broken, or make it right, or bring back what was lost.” “But I want you to know, hard as it is to believe, that I would never do anything intentionally to hurt you,” I said. “I've been through pain, I have lost
BLAIR'S POV Three days later, bright and early, we were packed and ready to return to Vegas. “Common, let's go,” Brian hurried me up. I was a little behind schedule, putting a few details to my plans for our stay in Vegas. I pulled out my suitcase and, walking by, decided to make a quick stop at Stacy's.I knocked lightly on her door, hoping that she was kind enough to respond, or worse, present at the house. Over the last three days all she ever did was go out, shopping spree after shopping spree, with Brian's card, and although I had complained a couple of times, Brian insists that she's a lover of new clothes. In his words, “I've known Stacy for the longest time. Shopping is therapy for her, and it's the least I can do. I'd be mean to take that away from her.” Brian always spoke about Stacy from a place of familiarity and I couldn't help getting pinched in the heart, everytime the conversation came up, but I was learning to live with it. I was knocking at her door for a whi