Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Blake Davenport

POV

Skylar, my sister-in-law, and I are sitting in the cafeteria of the hospital. She came to get a check up after she fainted at work. She’s a talented pianist and I’m sure Rene would’ve been proud of her little sister.

Because I sure am. She’s has the same heart condition Rene had before she died. Another reason the guilt of what I did a month ago eats at me more and more.

Rene died because of me, because she wanted to make me happy. And what did I do when I found out? I cussed and shouted at me her.

"Blake?" Skylar’s sweet voice brings me out of my dark thoughts.

I look at her, Skylar looks nothing like my late wife. She is shorter, her hairs darker and her eyes are dark brown whereas, Rene had the cutest smile, the happiest eyes that light up no matter who she was talking to. Her green eyes always glowed. The way she smiled at me even when she was angry.

"Blake is something wrong?" Skylar asks.

I look at her once more, her face looks flushed.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just got a lot on my plate at the moment.” I apologize.

I think back on what happened in my office a month ago, sleeping with Julliet wasn’t something I planned to do. If I had known it would happen I wouldn’t have allowed her to follow me to my office.

But the guilt is eating me up because for some reason I don’t regret it.

"Thinking about Rene again?" she asks.

I sigh and nod. Skylar has been trying to get me to move on for years, but I fear I’d forget about Rene if I ever did that. I wasn’t ready to do that just yet. I don’t think I ever will be if I’m being honest.

“You have to move on eventually Blake. I know Rene would want you to be happy. She loved you so much, she wouldn’t want to see you this way.”

Taking a sip of my coffee I don’t answer here, I know she has my best interest at heart, but I don’t believe I’m ready just yet. Let me mourn my dead wife in peace and move on when I’m ready.

"Blake punishing yourself for what happened isn’t healthy, especially when it wasn’t your fault. Rene was stubborn and would have made the same choice if she was given a second chance." She says

I shake my head. “It’s easy to say that but I don’t feel like I need to move on just yet okay…” I smile at her.

She shakes her head.” I’d love to see the day you fall in love and your new wife gives you hell.” She teases.

My body tenses up. I don’t think I’ll ever remarry. No I’ll never remarry. Not now not ever. "I’m never going to remarry. I might find a partner but I’ll never remarry." I tell her.

She frowns. “I don’t understand.” She looks at me confused before her eyes widen.

I have time to react before something hard hits the back of my head. I turn to see an angry Julliet glaring at me. When I look down I see a bottle of water laying by my feet.

The fuck? Did she chuck a water bottle at my head. I hold the back of my head.

“Are you out of your damn mind?!” I roar.

"You cheating piece of scum! Cheating on your wife with this bitch right after fucking me!" she screams before stomping her foot and rushing off.

I stand there in a daze not sure what the fuck just happened.

Skylar wraps her arms around my waist.

“I-I was so scared she would hurt you… Why would you know someone so scary? What was she speaking about?” Skylar speaks more but I block it out. I step out of her hold and rush after Julliet.

I grab her by the arm, I look around, finding a stair case, I open the door and push her in.

Letting go of her, I glare at her. “What the fuck was that all about!?”

"You’re a lying, cheating son of a bitch! You’re married but telling women you’re single. You’re married!" she shouts.

"I am married!” I shout only to feel the tears sting my eyes. “I was married…" I chock out.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asks crossing her arms across her chest.

"Rene, my wife she passed away four years ago…" I manage to get out.

Her eyes widen, her arms drop to her sides. “You’re not cheating?” she asks.

I snort. “If it makes you feel any better it feels like I am…” I tell her honestly.

"I-I'm so, so sorry I-I didn't know... Sorry for throwing the bottle at your dead, I wanted to chuck the water over your dead, but I was too pissed off to get the bottle cap unscrewed.” She smiles awkwardly.

Something about her smile just causes me to smile. I shake my head. “I better be the last person you do that too.” I warn her.

She tenses. “I might do that to my fucking ex, or even worse. If I need an alibi, I’ll come to you…” she smiles.

I snort shaking my head. "As long as it’s not murder I’ll happy be you’re alibi...” I smile. Oh, and by the way. the woman in the cafeteria is my sister-in-law, not a woman I’d ever sleep with. I just wanted to clarify that. You’re the first woman I’ve been with since my wife.” I tell her.

Her eyes widen. “Again, I’m so sorry…”

"By the way why were you so upset by me sleeping with another woman? Or if I was married, I do believe it has nothing to do with you either way.” I tilt my head and watch for a reaction. “We were nothing but a one-night stand right so why do you care if I was with someone else or not?” I ask her.

She doesn’t answer me, just stares at me guiltily.

I don’t have time for this. I shake my head and walk out of the staircase and make my way back to Skylar.

“Are you okay?” she asks worriedly.

I shake my head. “Sky I’m so sorry, I won’t be able to wait until you get your results back, I have to get back to the office. Call me when you get it okay?” I asks, I don’t give her a chance to answer before I’m gone.

My driver waits in front of the hospital, I get into the back and close my eyes as soon as I’m seated.

Why was I so upset with her? I never speak to women that way, my dear mother would have a heart attack if she ever found out about that.

I wasn’t lying when I said I feel like I cheated on Rene. Rene was the best thing that ever happened to me, we were high school sweethearts who got married right out of high school. I always knew about her heart condition. I loved her and wanted to be with her, holding her hand at every doctor’s appointments, holding her hand through every single moment in our lives together.

"Fucking hell" I whisper out.

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Damn what a day.

When I got to the office, my driver Dave opened the door for me and I get out, I walk into the reception area. The receptionist calls my name and I walk over to her.

“What’s up?” I ask her.

“These were delivered for you.” She says holding orange flowers.

I frown. Orange flowers?

I take it from her, and I saw the note. I take it out and open it.

{Orange lilies means fuck off.

From JH.}

I don’t have a chance to stop the bubbling of laughter that escapes my lips. I throw my head back laughing.

I couldn’t believe it. It was just what I needed. I walk to my office carrying the orange lilies that apparently means fuck off. I didn’t even know there were flowers who means fuck off.

I place them on my desk. I take a seat and just look at them.

I take out my phone. I think I should order her flowers as well; I g****e what flowers mean. I’m only finding the meaning of roses. Okay, maybe sending her flowers might be a bad idea.

I g****e what flowers mean thank you. I find that yellow tulips mean thank you. I g****e florists near me and looked for their number. I found one around the corner from the office. I take down the number and call them.

“Good day this is happy flowers. How may I help you?” a woman asks.

“Hi, I’d like to order a bouquet of yellow tulips for a friend of mine…” I tell her.

“Of course. Will that be all?” she asks.

“Yes, oh a note as well. I want the note to say, that I loved the flowers they brightened up my day…” I tell her.

The flowers did brighten up my day. It took away the heaviness of the day, though it means fuck off it did put me in a better mood.