LOGINAurora's POV
I felt my heart sink down at that sound. I took one look at Ray and his face was totally pale and drained of colours. Was this why he didn't want me to give Damien his food myself?
Was this why Damien was working late?
No.. no. I didn't want to think about it. My marriage was already sad and failing enough, this was the last thing. The last thing I needed was amothee person in my marriage.
I took another step forward, I needed to see this myself. Ray quickly stepped in front of me again, panic flashing across his face. “M-Madam, please… you can’t go in there right now,” he said nervously.
My brows furrowed in confusion. Why was he acting this way?
“Move, Ray,” I said softly, trying to step around him but he didn't. He blocked me again.
“Master Damien is busy.” He said with a nervous chuckle.
I tightened my grip on the lunch basket in my hands. Busy? At this hour? What was he so busy with? Or who?
That little word at the back of my mind almost broke me completely. No, I mustn't think that way. Damien was still my husband and I.. his wife even if he wasn't going to acknowledge.
Another soft sound came from inside the office, it sounded like it belonged to a woman. My stomach twisted painfully.
“Move,” I repeated, this time more firmly.
“Madam please-” he tried to say but I had had enough of him trying to stop me. I pushed past him before he could finish speaking and grabbed the handle office door.
The moment I shoved it open, my entire world stopped. The lunch basket slipped from my fingers and crashed to the ground loudly at the sight of what was in front of me.
In the dimy lit office was my husband whose shirt and hair was ruffled with his tie nowhere to be found. However, he wasn't alone. I recognized the woman in his office, with bright striking brunette hair and brown eyes, Vanessa Cole, his secretary.
Damien was... he was kissing Vanessa. She sat on the edge of his desk wearing nothing but his dress shirt that barely covered her thighs while Damien stood between her legs. His hand rested around her waist intimately while her lipstick was smeared across his lips.
The sound of the fallen food drew their attention as all eyes turned on me. For a moment, nobody moved. Nobody spoke. I felt frozen, like all the air had been sucked out of my lungs.
Damien slowly pulled away from Vanessa and turned toward me. His expression remained calm and cold. He looked unbothered even.
Vanessa glanced at me before rolling her eyes lazily. “Oops,” she said with a smirk. “Damien Your wife is here.”
My lips trembled violently as I stared at them. I couldn’t breathe. This had to be a nightmare.
Damien looked toward Ray who stood frozen by the door. “I thought I told you not to allow anyone in.” He said to his assistant, totally ignoring me who stood there both hurt and in shock.
Ray lowered his head immediately. “I’m sorry, sir.” he apologised.
That was all? That was all Damien had to say after I caught him cheating?
I stared at him in disbelief, hoping for something… guilt, panic, shame...anything. But there was nothing.
Vanessa casually fixed her hair while Damien adjusted his sleeves like I had merely interrupted a meeting. My chest tightened painfully.
“D-Damien…” my voice cracked helplessly. “What is this…?”
Vanessa gave a soft laugh and hopped off the desk slowly. “Well this is awkward,” she muttered.
Ray immediately bent down to pick up the spilled food from the floor while avoiding my eyes completely. Damien finally looked at me properly. His expression hardened slightly. “Go home, Aurora.” he said to me like I was a stray dog rather than his wife. The words shattered something inside me.
I stared at him, unable to process what I was hearing. “Go… home?” I whispered. Tears burned my eyes instantly.
“You’re cheating on me…” I said shakily.
Vanessa crossed her arms and looked away impatiently like she was tired of the scene already.
“We’ll talk later.” Damien sighed softly.
Later?
My husband was standing in his office with another woman half naked in his arms and he wanted to talk later? I felt humiliated, pathetic and stupid.
Ray stepped closer carefully. “Madam… let me escort you downstairs.” he whispered to me.
I suddenly felt suffocated. I turned around quickly before Damien could see the tears pouring down my face and ran out of the office.
“Madam Aurora-”
I ignored Ray calling after me and rushed into the elevator. The moment the doors closed, I broke down completely. My body shook violently as sobs escaped my chest. I pressed my hand against my mouth trying to silence my crying but it was impossible.
Why? Why was he doing this to me? Hadn’t I tried hard enough? Hadn’t I loved him enough?
By the time I got home my eyes were swollen red. The staff looked at me worriedly but I ignored everyone and locked myself inside my bedroom. I cried until my chest hurt and curled up beneath the blankets like a child.
I kept remembering the way Damien looked at Vanessa. He looked at her like she was the most interesting thing ever and kisses her so intimately. He had never looked at me that way before. Not even once.
About an hour later, the bedroom door opened quietly. I immediately sat up at the sound. I knew who had entered the room without even seeing him.
Damien walked into the room calmly while loosening his tie. He looked completely normal. Like he hadn’t destroyed me tonight. My vision blurred with tears again. “Why?” I asked brokenly.
Damien paused and turned to look at me. I climbed off the bed shakily and looked at him desperately.
“Why are you cheating on me?” I cried. “What did I do wrong?”
For a few seconds, Damien remained silent. Then he looked at me with those cold blue eyes and spoke words that made my heart stop.
“I’m simply not interested in you, Aurora.”
THIRD PERSON POVVanessa sat in the living room with her friends, a glass of wine in her hand, her nails freshly done, her hair perfectly curled. She called them over the second Damian left for work, telling them it was urgent, that something big was happening."So what's the emergency?" Claire asked, dropping onto the couch and grabbing a wine glass for herself. "You made it sound like someone died.""Worse," Michelle said with a laugh, already pouring herself some of the expensive red Vanessa had opened for them. "She found a grey hair. Or a wrinkle. Or she finally realized she's been engaged for four years with no wedding date."The girls laughed and Vanessa forced a smile, her grip tightening around her own glass. She watched them settle into her couch, making themselves comfortable like they owned the place, and weren't here to judge
THIRD PERSON POVShe stared at him, her eyes red and wild, her breath coming out in sharp gasps."I can't do this without you," she whispered. "I can't. You have to promise me we'll get married. Promise me. Set a date, we'll hold the most beautiful wedding. Promise me!"No. No. No..“Promise me Damian!" "Fine! Yes!” He straightened up. “We'll get married next month." He took another step forward. "Don't lie to me. If I find out you're lying I'll set this house on fire.""I'm not lying. I promise we'll get married next month. You can start preparation."She searched his face, her hand shaking. "So please," he said. "Please, Vanessa. Just put it down."She let it go and the knife clattered to the floor. She then fell into his arms.He caught her and held her as she sobbed against his chest, her body shaking so hard he had to tighten his grip to keep her steady. She was crying so hard she couldn't breathe."I'm sorry," she said over and over, her voice muffled by his shirt. "I'm sorry
THIRD PERSON POV Damian walked into his house and closed the door behind him, the silence only made him uncomfortable. He glanced around as he loosened his tie and dropped his keys on the table by the door. "Damien?" A voice came from upstairs, sharp and thin. "Is that you?"He looked up and Vanessa appeared at the top of the stairs, her hair a mess, her face tight and irritated, still wearing the same clothes she had on this morning."Where have you been?""Out."She came down the stairs, her voice rising with each step. "Out where? With her?""Vanessa, don't—""Don't what? Don't ask?" She reached the bottom of the stairs and stood in front of him, her arms crossed, her jaw tight. "I know you went to see her. I know you've been going to see her every chance you get. You think I don't know that my fiance is planning to cheat on me?"Damian found it hard to respond. What would he say? Sorry? Or that whether she liked it or not he was going to get Aurora's forgiveness? He meant it. He
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