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SERENA’S POV1:22AM.It was pretty much morning at this point. An entirely new day, but I hadn’t slept a wink yet. Not after seeing those accusations. Not after reading those accusations and seeing people believing it too! Not after watching my screen get filled up those lame ass, thoughtless and ridiculous statements from one bloody username!‘WftIsWrongWithThisBlog’“Pttf! Even the username already says a lot!” I hissed under my breath, forcing myself to remain calm as I waited. “If I didn’t know I would think he changed his username specifically to come bash me on here! On my own page! Who does that?”‘Trolls, maybe?’ my subconscious provided. Making me roll my eyes. “His page is blank. Just a username. Meaning his account was a fake. A coward, hiding behind a username to remain anonymous. He calls my posting an act of cowardice, whereas he was the real coward?”Pfft! Such double standards!Hypocrisy at the highest level.It’s been almost 2 minutes now since I sent out that last re
ELIOT’S POV12:59AM12:59AMThe time was 12- 1:00AM now!1:00AM!I could literally hear the clock ticking in my brains at this point. That was how long I had sat down there, silent as a cat while my mind buzzed endlessly like some funny train on steroids.Fingers clicking every few seconds, heart throbbing with some what of excitement. Of life. And my breath, thick with the scent of my favorite- scotch. Neat. My study was dark as night. The glow from the laptop screen, the only source of lighting in the room. Casting off a shadow on both me and the half-glassed scotch on my desk. - the only thing keeping me sane. At ease and just…clear headed enough to wait.Wait for the dumbass brains that decided to respond to any one of my comments. “@CynicalAndSassy: Okay but why are you so pressed? Did she strike a nerve?” one of the dumbass brains commented. Obviously against the clear points I had stated. Still wanting to be dumb and get used by this damned blogger that started all of these!Th
SERENA'S POVI muttered slowly, “I mean sure it does all look bad but then... that isn’t all there is to the story. It isn’t all there is to me”I did want to leave. I do want to, but it isn’t all that simple. It really isn’t.The mere thought of it all was enough to weaken me from the inside, but I scrolled past more comments. A small smile gracing my lips as I read encouraging ones. “At least not everyone thinks like that.” I murmured, holding unto that thought.“I had good comments too. Encouraging comments… means I’m some what not as crazy as those other comments say. I’m not crazy for writing, or posting or… not leaving yet. I’m not crazy. I’m just… looking for the best way out”Yeah.That’s it. I was just looking for the best possible way out for myself. “That doesn’t make me-A dinging notification sound paused those words. Holding them off on my tongue as my eyes followed the sound. Additional dinging sounds filling the air. Not like I wasn’t getting any in the past moments I h
SERENA’S POVI didn’t plan to write tonight.But something about being told to smile for strangers when you barely speak to your husband just… pulls the words right out of you.There’s an event coming.He wants me there — polished, dressed, standing beside him like a trophy that still belongs to him.I asked him why.He said, “Because people will ask questions.”Questions?Where were these questions when I cried myself to sleep for months?When I stopped talking, stopped smiling, stopped existing in this marriage. When his mistress moved into my home. Where were these questions?But now I need to show up. Smile. Look the part.Because he needs to look good.Let me ask one:Do I look like your damn accessory?A woman you ignore Monday through Friday,then polish up for a Saturday night performance?You don’t get to disappear on me for weeks,then drag me into the spotlight like your little puppet wife.I’m not a mannequin.I’m not a mask.I’m your wife.Or maybe I was.People think I li
ELIOT'S POVThe staff scurried away the more I roared into the air. Eyes fixed on the mezzanine of the third floor. Hoping for a response. A challenge. A smart comment and just anything! Anything that would give me a reason to take this all the way and made sure she felt all this anger she had generated inside of me!But of course, no response.Frustrated and pained to the very core, I stormed off! Breezing past a particularly daring May that just wanted to be unfortunate by touching me after seeing what mood I was already in. “Eli, baby are you- ouch!”I just flown that outstretched arms of hers away from my path. “Fucking bitch!” I cussed under my breath as I stormed away to the only place I could burn away all of this anger. My study.The darkness welcoming me as I banged the door shut. Angrily clearing off a stack of files from my desk! Papers and binders flying everywhere with the sheer force I used. But that was not nearly enough to calm me down.Nothing could be enough right now
ELIOT’S POV“Then why haven’t you signed?” I questioned, closing the distance between us so I could look into those blue orbs. So the message would sink in once and for all!“Why haven’t you signed those damned papers already, Serena?! It’s because of this, isn’t it? This is what you want. To be my wife. Bear my name, walk beside me, go shopping with my money, purchase all those stupid clothes and shit! Buy a penthouse! Don’t think I didn’t see those debit alerts. You enjoy being my wife, Serena. You enjoy having people and all these staff give you privileges as my wife! You want to be called Mrs. Beckett, don’t you?”Her lips parted just then. A defeated yet broken look engulfing those blue orbs a she staggered backwards for a bit. I had her. I just knew it. And so, I pressed forward! Wanting to seal the deal and call it a night.A very satisfactory night.“Since this is what you want Mrs. Beckett,” I said lowly, “Do as you’re told. Do what you’re supposed to and stop acting up like a