SERENA’S POVTell me your crazy without telling me you’re crazy. That was the perfect way to describe the actions of one Mr. Beckett that just so happened to be my husband.Eliot.The very same man I used to regard as high as a morning star. Eagerly hoping and praying that he saw me too. Glance at me even. A smile would’ve been nice.But now? Well, not so much. He was no longer that sort of person to me anymore. Lost that prestige after his very audacious moves this past week. In fact, instead of drowning or staying mad at him, I rather… I felt good.Truly good, deep inside of me.Of which I knew was most undoubtably due to my recent adventure in the fashion world, with Axel on my side like a plague. A good plague though. It was both comforting and refreshing to be honest. To see myself going on a path forged with my own hands, having someone beside me… Just been there, cheering me on.It felt good. Better.Better than all the days I had spent at home trying to make Eliot and I work.
SERENA’S POVTell me your crazy without telling me you’re crazy.That was the perfect way to describe the actions of one Mr. Beckett that just so happened to be my husband.Eliot.A man I used to regard as high as a morning star. Eagerly hoping and praying that he saw me too. Glance at me even. A smile would’ve been nice.But now… Now. Well, not so much. He wasn’t that sort of person to me anymore. Lost that prestige after his very audacious moves this past week. In fact, instead of drowning or staying mad at him, I was… I felt good.Truly good, deep inside of me.Most undoubtably due to my recent adventure in the fashion world, with Axel on my side like a plague. It was both comforting and refreshing to be honest. Especially after not just hearing but actually seeing an entirely different side of Eliot surface right in front of me.“I called and texted you. You cut them off and come home at this late hour? Where have you been, Serena?” I didn’t know whether to be amused or offended t
SERENA’S POVTell me your crazy without telling me you’re crazy.That was the perfect way to describe the actions of one Mr. Beckett that just so happened to be my husband.Eliot.A man I used to regard as high as a morning star. Eagerly hoping and praying that he saw me too. Glance at me even. A smile would’ve been nice.But now… Now. Well, not so much. He wasn’t that sort of person to me anymore. Lost that prestige after his very audacious moves this past week. In fact, instead of drowning or staying mad at him, I was… I felt good.Truly good, deep inside of me.Most undoubtably due to my recent adventure in the fashion world, with Axel on my side like a plague. It was both comforting and refreshing to be honest. Especially after not just hearing but actually seeing an entirely different side of Eliot surface right in front of me.“I called and texted you. You cut them off and come home at this late hour? Where have you been, Serena?” I didn’t know whether to be amused or offended t
ELIOT’S POVSerena is seeing someone else?Sh-she leaves the house… to go see some man? To meet up with a- a man?? That’s what she has been doing all this time? All this time that I’ve been-“No,” I whispered, pausing the thought right then. “No. That’s impossible. Not possible at all. How can- Serena is not that kind of person.”My eyes went to my laptop screen again. The comments… and I almost cussed at myself right then and there. A scoff leaving my lips, “How am I letting these crazy people mess with me? Putting ideas in my head and just- This is exactly why I don’t like this blog! Why I dislike this blogger. Whoever she is!” I snapped, the blog post getting to me more than I would like to admit.“All she does is post crazy stuff like this. Triggering people and forcing unnecessary narratives down everyone’s throat! A woman’s silence is dangerous? It’s her freedom that scares them? Who the hell says stuffs like this? Scare who?! Serena can do whatever she likes for all I care! She
ELIOT’S POVWhat just fucking happened?!“Serena,” I knocked on the door, my anger boiling. “Serena, open up. I’m not done talking to you.”“Serena? Serena, open this door damned door right now! Open up, dammit!” I pounded on the door, a consistent boom plus unbridled cusses filling the air. But still, no movement was made behind the door.The door didn’t pop open. Serena was not responding, and I was left standing. Outside. Locked out like a fool from my own bedroom! “This is still my room, Serena. You don’t get to lock me out!” I yelled out, not knowing what to do with my anger. But still, no response.Not a fucking response.Instead, all I got was a little gathering forming at the stairs. The staff… their hushed shuffles reaching my ears as I stood, almost shaking with anger. And now humiliation. Upon noticing I had caught them, several gasps filled the air. Everyone scurrying away, leaving behind Rosa at the end.Her elderly form, standing tall and proper. A scolding yet disappoint
Eliot's POV “S-sir!” One of the ladies gasped loudly, her eyes wide in surprise to see me standing right outside the office of their little gathering. Her reaction quickly alerted the others, John being the first to jump to his feet.“Heading out for lunch, Sir?” He smiled, behaving like I hadn't just seen him seated with the women gossiping. During work hours too! “Oh, about this? It’s not what it looks like, sir! I assure you”“Yeah! we were… we-“We're discussing strategies!” another cut in, “discussing strategies to make us even better, that’s all.”“Yeah,” John concluded, not sounding so sure of that last statement, but still going along with it. Hoping I would look past their poor attempt at covering their asses. They weren’t even my concern at this point. So, I just walked off. My face tight with a scowl as I made up my mind to head home. I wasn’t concentrating here anyway.This was the second time now for me to leave during work hours. The very second time in all my years o