This is the first and last portion with John's POV. There won't be any other portion with his POV again.
Ivanna I count the boxes and luggage after packing them up. Some are lying downstairs. "There is a lot of stuff in comparison to the apartment", I mutter, setting all the boxes aside."We can put some for donations", Christian suggests."Can do that", I smile at him. Meanwhile, his phone rings and he walks to the balcony. I set the boxes of home decor aside because only these can be given away. Even though they are just materialistic things, I still feel a connection to them.Materialistic things are underrated, according to me. When we get something for a home, even for a car, for a small shop, or for a desk to complete the look, it automatically becomes a part of our emotions. I got each of these things to make the look of our home complete. And it hurts to let them go. It hurts to let this villa go.I can't show this side of my reaction to Christian. He already feels guilty enough. He doesn't show it but I know he's completely destroyed from the inside. In the past two years, so
Christian I stare at the envelope for a moment and I can't believe it yet. "You should have reached me, Christian", John says. "I wouldn't even know you're going through such a bad phase if I didn't overview everything last night", he sighs."You were already going through a lot. It would be a selfish move to ask for help", I reply.He cackles and I don't know how he's managing to be so composed even after being aware of all those harsh truths. "That wouldn't be selfish because you had to go through a lot due to Thea and me", he says, disappointment visible in his tone. "No. It was not because of you", I strongly disagree. You fulfilled the duties of a spouse", I tell him.He just nods and passes us a painful smile. I look at Ivanna finally as she leans against my shoulder, lovingly smiling at me. Our grips get tighter and I whisper to her, "you always said everything is going to be fine""It's fine", she whispers back and I kiss her forehead, looking around at the happy faces.
Thea The outhouse is dark and small. I'm sitting in the corner and wondering how it feels like to be in a prison or somewhere away from my own house. Where will I go now? I clutch my hair tightly, groaning in anxiety that's taking a toll on me for the last two days. My life has been completely destroyed and it is all because of— Me.John was right when he said that I didn't value what I had. I didn't value him, my kids, my family and everything I got after marrying him. I took everything so lightly. I took everyone for granted. I repeated the mistake again and again.I loved him when it was too late.And I couldn't even control my fantasies after falling in love with him.My lust, and my sinful fantasies, were the reasons for my downfall. I scream, crying out louder and louder. I know no one is hearing me and it causes more pain. I can't go to anyone. John won't come running to me, hearing me screaming. I don't have anyone to support me when I'm truly crying when I'm truly helpless
Thea I know at this moment all eyes might be on me. But I don't lift my gaze. I assume that I'm alone with no one looking at me and hearing my ugly truths. I'm confessing everything to myself. "I have been lying for years. To everyone. Especially to my husband. It's not new. I lied to him when we met years back. About my family. My terrible father and stepmother, which they were not. I lied when I told him that I fell in love with him. But I didn't. I fell in love with his wealth when I was already in a committed relationship with a guy who was madly in love with me for years. I lied to my husband all these years when I was cheating on him repeatedly with multiple people because I never really loved him. I only cared about my needs and my fantasies. I lied to him when I told him that I needed children to complete our family"I pause and take a deep breath and I don't hear a bit of noise around me. "But it wasn't true. I needed children so I could be the mother of his heirs. Because
Ivanna The last thing I expected from Thea was that she would confess to all her deeds. When she started to speak, for a couple of minutes, I, including all of them, had thought that was her other scheme of getting away as she had always done. Manipulating people with her fake crocodile tears. Pretending to regret and redeem herself which she had hardly done. But as her confession deepened with all the details, it truly felt like she wasn't trying to get away with anything. She wasn't hoping to reduce her sentence or gather sympathy. However, this time it seemed like she was trying to take the burden off.Good for her. Even though she has finally found her way to redemption, I don't feel pity for her at all. She deserves the punishment and the life she would be getting after this. She had so many chances to make her life better but unfortunately, she missed it all.Today with this sentence, it's not only Christian and our family who got justice but all those people whom she has hurt
Thea John thoughtfully narrows his eyebrows, looking away and I don't know what's going on inside his head. He's not going to give me that chance so easily, that's what I feel. I look back at Tiffany. She's standing there, unconcerned. I hoped she would defend me and try to convince John one last time but she was silent. I can understand that and I don't expect her to do anything for me anymore. "John, please. Just one last time", I plead again.His eyes are lifted at me once again as I find him controlling his wrath. "Why? You didn't bother to look at them when they were around you. I remember how my kids kept wanting their mother's love but you never had time for them", there's pure rage in his voice as he takes a step closer to me.I have no explanation to give, no reason to say. At this moment, I can only pray for his mercy. I gulp down, lowering my eyes. "I'm— sorry. And I'm ashamed of everything I had done before. But— I'm already getting all the punishments I deserve. This
Christian "Chris! It's already ten!" Ivanna tells me when I drive through the highway and she is sitting beside me, blindfolded."I know. What's up with that?" I giggle."Chris!" she lets out a sigh of frustration again. "We should be at home, sleeping. We both have to rush tomorrow. And what's this blindfold about? What are you doing?" she's impatient as hell. As usual."I'm kidnapping you", I say in a hoarse tone."Oh really?" she mutters. "But you don't need that blindfold. I'm not gonna run away from wherever you take me to""Wow!" I exclaim. "That was awesome, Mrs. Scott. You're learning to flirt finally after ten years of not being single"She laughs audibly, making the most beautiful noise I have ever loved this much. I look at her as she leans back on the seat, her beautiful lips moving simultaneously as she laughs.I can't hold the urge back inside of me as she keeps mesmerising me each second she just exists, doing nothing. Definitely, her smile is the death of me. I take
Ivanna I squirm underneath the cosy sheets as the sunlight falls on my face. Still closing my eyes, I roll onto the bed, lying on my stomach now as I feel the light in my eyes fading as if someone is standing just in front of me. Goosebumps litter all over my body as I feel the touch of a few knuckles on my bare back, tracing downwards. I hum, smiling with the soft touches. That tender hand gently shoves all my hair away from my face and I feel a whiff of warm breath near my face. Christian kisses my cheek like every morning, making me smile wider and wider."Good morning, beautiful", he whispers into my ear and slides his hand down to my back, then he slowly plants kisses all over there. I turn around, snaking my palms around his neck and opening my eyes wider at his handsome face. He's staring at me as if he has seen this face for the first time, as he does almost every time. "Good morning", I whisper back. "What's the time?""You really care about the time when you have such a