All Chapters of Re-Arranged: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

It was half past ten by the time Liviana and Blaze pulled through their front gates, parking in their driveway and taking a moment to sit in the car that hummed with life.Music flowed softly through the speakers, playing lightly to soothe the silence that sat heavy between them.Liviana hummed along to the tune in a plea to aid the awkward tension that sat between her and her husband, sucking all the air out of the car. It was suffocating.When had things become so strained? She could've sworn that for a moment there, things had gotten better. She thought they were past this.Blaze coughs, drawing the woman's green eyes from her window to him. "Well... I don't know about you, but I'm beat," he says. "I'm about ready for bed."She forces a smile, lips pressing into a thin line as she nods. "Yeah... me too," she agrees. "That dinner was exhausting.""And yet, strangely enough, it's the calmest meal we've ever had..." He hums. "Odd, considering the end."She hums. "I honestly expected w

"The breakfast was wonderful, Liviana!"The woman smiles. "Thanks, dad."Alonzo nods at her, and Liviana returns the gesture before her attentions stolen by Blaze, who reaches for her hand. "It really was wonderful, Liviana," Blaze compliments, giving his wife's fingers a gentle squeeze and watching as she blushes. "It was delicious. Thank you."Her smile only widens. "It was delicious, wasn't it?" She boasts with a grin that Blaze matches. She was fishing for more compliments, and he was happy to oblige."It might just be the best breakfast I've ever had," he teases, watching as her grin grows by a ten fold. "You truly outdid yourself, love.""Thank you," she says, voice going soft with her sincerity. "I'm glad you enjoyed it.""We ought to get you to cook more often," Drusilla cuts in before the two could go on, telling her daughter that she had done a fine job. "I quite enjoyed the pancakes, myself. And where did you get those blueberries? I haven't had any that tasty in some time

Liviana was a nervous wreck. From the moment she got in the car, she hadn't been able to keep still. Her knee bounced with nerves and she wrung out her hands, squeezing her fingers whenever she wasn't spinning the diamond ring that the special one held. Her hair had become knotted because of how much she played with it, and by the time they arrived at the mansion, she had looked as much of a mess as she felt. Nonetheless, Liviana was beaming with her excitement- just another emotion spurring on her antsy limbs as she climbed out of the car and shook out her hands, making her way up the front steps as fast as she possibly could. She only paused when she reached the top, taking a moment to gather herself as she fixes her hair - tries to fix her hair. She stands there straightening herself out, using the reflection of their squeaky clean windows to help clean herself up, running her fingers through the dark strands of her hair and brushing the locks over her shoulders, praying he would

"Drusilla!"Liviana flinched at her husband's raised voice, rushing up the stairs behind him. "Blaze!" She hisses, begging him to slow down and wait - to talk to her."You're not the one I want to talk to," he tells, scoffing as he insists that it was Drusilla he needed to have a word with. "And you know what? It's not going to be a very nice one.""Blaze, please, just wait a second," she pleads. "Let's just talk about this-""What's there to talk about?" He asks, spinning around and glaring down at his wife, who comes to a stop a step below. "Your mother has been digging around in my past- my business for... what? Fun? Recon?""No-" she tries to deny, shaking her head and assuring her husband it wasn't like that. "She was probably... I'm sure she was just-"Blaze cuts her off with a laugh of disbelief, turning to continue his way up the staircase. "Unbelievable! You can't even think of a good enough lie to justify it, can you?" He scoffs. "What am I saying? Of course you can't- there

Merely four days had passed since Liviana's "Castelli training" commenced, and it was safe to say it was much worse than she originally thought. The woman was exhausted. She couldn't believe she had agreed to this, and she began to question her sanity when she was only two lessons deep into this secret plan that her husband and his sister had constructed for her. Liviana wouldn't lie. She began to loathe the two and their scheming and the stress it was putting her body through. And although she believed them, and she knew that she wouldn't see results without putting in the work, she couldn't help but hate the work. She much preferred her life of being a couch potato who occasionally wandered into the kitchen to bake. Life was much more peaceful back then. She tells her husband as much, whining as the two lounges around their bedroom after another hard evenings workout session - because "to fight is to be fit", And Liviana, as healthy as she was, wasn't very fit. She was far from it