Hours later Sarah had left, Gerald went in to see Serena. Pushing the door open, he found her sitting up in bed, her gaze unfocused. From where he stood, he could see how red and puffy her eyes were, with the dark circles underneath. Her shoulders drooped, she looked lost. Slowly turning to look at him, their gazes held for a second before she looked away. Something settled on Gerald's chest, making it hard for him to breathe. " How are you doing?" He asked, his voice low and gentle. She nodded but didn't say anything else. The cold air swirled around them, causing Gerald to shiver. The silence was too unsettling. Serena shifted uncomfortably on the bed, fiddling with her fingers. " I'm sorry..." Gerald finally blurted out, startling Serena. She looked up at him, her face blank. He took in a deep breath, the words caught in his throat. " I'm sorry for what happened." He added. She stared at him for the longest time, before turning her gaze t
How could Thomas be dead? Gerald repeated to himself a thousand times. He was fine yesterday. What could have happened in the space of hours to have warranted his death? It just wasn't making any sense. The butler continued with his story. " That was the report I received from the police station. They went into his cell yesterday and found him on the ground, unconscious and cold." He finished. " That's impossible…" Thomas grated out, his voice low and deadly. " Thomas isn't dead. He was fine yesterday. Maybe they were lying to you." John was surprised at the turn of events. Gerald was finding it hard to believe his brothers death? He tried again. " B-but, Your Grace…" " But nothing." Gerald cut him off with a raise of his hand. " Go back to the police station and tell them to provide Thomas, alive and well. Do you hear me? He's not dead. He can't be." " Who's dead?" A tiny, scratchy voice asked. Th
" What is this?" She asked, her voice trembling, tears springing up in her eyes. Gerald watched her, dumbstruck. He hadn't expected her to find out about this so quickly. Hell, he hadn't expected her to find out about this at all! What the hell was he supposed to say to her now? He groaned, rubbing his forehead. " It's not what you think…" he began, not knowing what else to say. " It's not what I think?!" Serena cried out, tears glistening in her eyes. " How's that even possible? Look at what they're saying in the papers! That I seduced your brother. He tried to rape me!" She stopped, her skin paling. " How long has this been going on?" Gerald swallowed. " More than a week." He let out roughly. " More than a week?" Serena whispered, horrified. Her legs suddenly felt weak and she might have fallen to the ground. " Everyone already knows." She muttered to no one in particular, her gaze turning inwards and etch
"What?!" The softly spoken words sounded like a bomb in the huge room. Gerald watched her in disbelief. Surely, he didn't hear her right. Serena shuddered, tears clouding her eyes. Her lips trembling, she tried again. " Divorce me." She muttered, her voice unnaturally calm. Gerald's mind was blank at first as he took a step back, still trying to process get words. When he did, a fist full of rage filled him to the brim. " I'm not doing that." He stated vehemently, his eyes filled with fire. Serena was unfazed, even though her lips were trembling. " Why? Isn't that better for the two of us?" She asked. " How is that better! Why can't we look for a solution together!?" " Because there's no use doing that! Things are already bad between... No, terrible between us. There's no use salvaging it." Serena shot back, her voice a few pitches higher. " So you just want to throw it all away, is
Gerald was well drunk by the time Scarlett came to visit. She had asked from the butler about him and he'd relayed everything to her. She was surprised to hear how badly Gerald was taking everything but was glad to know Serena was no longer in the mansion. No one would be able to disturb her now. Knocking at his study room, she called out his name, awaiting a reply. " Go away." Came the slurred reply. Scarlett grimaced, walking in anyway. The room reeked of alcohol and whiskey and Gerald sat on his chair, his head on his hands. One wouldn't know he was drunk form his posture but the empty bottles said otherwise. Scrunching up her nose, she pulled up her gown as she made her way towards him. " Gerald, what is the meaning of this?" She called out as she got closer to him. He didn't budge. Discarding the empty bottles, she raised her head up to look at him. " Why are you doing this?" She asked, more softly this time. He jerked his
" What did you say?" Gerald asked, His low voice cutting through the silence of the room. John took a deep breath and continued with his explanation. He told Gerald that the cigarette had a toxic poison which once ingested, leads to chronic coughing and eventually, death. Gerald listened to his explanation, growing more confused. " So, you're telling me, Thomas didn't die of natural causes but someone tried to kill him?" He asked and john nodded. Burrowing his brows, he thought about it for a while. A lot of things didn't make sense to him. Why would someone want to kill Thomas and why? Who was it? He really needs to pay that police station another visit. " Okay, I've heard you. You're dismissed." Gerald muttered with a wave of his hand. John bowed and left. Straightening on seat, he palmed his throbbing head. A lot of things didn't make sense to him, unfortunately he wasn't in the mood to think about anything. Tomorrow was another day.
Scarlett visited again and this time Gerald was in a much better shape, although Serena hadn't yet returned. That, more than anything made her happy. It means her plan today would go without a hitch. She saw him in his office, working but he looked gloomy as ever. Only for a little while, she thought to herself. " I told you not see me anymore." Gerald muttered the moment she walked in. " Well, I can't help it. I'm worried about you." She muttered, going ahead to seat anyway. " She hasn't returned as she?" She asked, settling down to the seat in front of him. Gerald cast her a glance before going down to his work. " That's none of your business." He groaned. Scarlett shrugged. " Would you like some tea? The Butler said you've been here for quite some time now." Gerald flipped the paper in front of him over, picking another one up and began scribbling over it. Seconds ticked by and Scarlett was growing un
Scarlett awoke from her slumber, groaning as she stirred. She blinked her eyes open, the blurriness fading away. Her lips twitched but didn't quite form a smile as she remembered the night before. Sure, she had gotten what she wanted but it was at the expense of her dignity. She just hopes it will all be worth it. It had to be. She rose from the bed, her eyes darting around the large, empty room. Gerald was nowhere to be found. Her heart broke at the thought but then, what was she expecting? She grimaced as she stepped out of the bed, her sore muscles reminding her of the night she desperately wanted to forget right now. Wrapping a towel around herself, she proceeded to the bathroom to have a bath. She would find Gerald immediately after. It took a while for her to be through and she stepped out, drying herself out and wearing some light clothing. Taking a deep breath, she walked out of the room. She soon found him at the end of the hallway, staring out the window. From where she st