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THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself chapter 29
But upon turning on my laptop and logging into my page, well… let’s just say my initial anxiety increased by at least 50%. A whole flipping 50%! And maybe even more cause I could feel my heart pounding louder and louder in my chest with every moment I spent scanning my screen. Scanning my post. Reading the comments…“@JustHereToVent:Let me guess… he’s rich, powerful, and so charming in public? But emotionally bankrupt behind closed doors? Ugh.”The first comment spat as soon as I read it. Drawing blood at first prick as my throat clogged with tension. My breath hinging in my throat, eyes blinking as I slowly read more. A series of mixed emotions gradually spreading through me as I sat on my bed. In the darkness of my room, with nothing but the screen of my laptop as light.Just glistening on my face, as though to display the tension and anxiety slowly crawling up on me. “Oh God,” I breathed, forcing myself to swallow as I unconsciously smoothen out my hair in the darkness.Of course
THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 27SERENA’S POVI didn’t plan to write tonight.But something about being told to smile for strangers when you barely speak to your husband…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 thi
THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself CHAPTER 27
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
THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself CHAPTER 26
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
THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself CAHPTER 25
ELIOT’S POVI was going to lose it.I just knew it.The moment she walked through that door, I knew it right then. Not in the way I did yesterday. No. I had promised myself that. I had a plan. A simple one: tell her about the gathering. Keep it civil. Get a yes. Move on. But from the second her eyes landed on me… those proud, defiant eyes… I knew.There would be no plan.She looked…different somehow. Charged. Relaxed and even carefree. Like she had no problems at all, and nothing, absolutely nothing in the world could touch her. “Welcome home, Madam!” A maid greeted cheerfully at the front doors the moment she walked in.Causing my legs to spring into action, rushing to see for myself through the mezzanine of the third floor. Even before i could stop myself. But then, I saw her.Long wavy black all curled up in a smoother pattern this time. Dancing around her smooth fair cheeks as she chuckled at something the maid said. And in no time, one maid turned to two. Then three, four, five
THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself CHAPTER 24
SERENA'S POVThe thought alone was strong enough to get me moving. The very image of what he would look like at the end firing me up all completely. But still, I didn’t move. Just stood there. Shaking, teeth grinding as rage clawed at my throat. ‘Do as you’re told, Serena’ the words repeated. Reminding me of all the times that people have said those very words to me! All the times that I’ve swallowed every complain, every limit, living up to their every expectation. Forgetting that I had a life to live! That I had a right to choice not to!He reminded me again. Eliot. He reminded me yet again, refueling my determination that I have been carrying these past few days. And with that determination surging through my veins, combining with the anger and rage I had on. “Fuck you.” I spat venomously. My hatred for those very words, my situation and messed up life, consuming me to the bones.“Fuck you, Mr. Beckett. Fuck you.” His features twisted, eyes dimming as he processed my words. “Did
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