What’s wrong?

I wouldn’t have married her if I wasn’t in love with her!” he yelled, and pushed his way out of Mia’s arms.

​ “There was a point in time where I was the only one that made you happy!”

​ “Maybe that was the problem. Good night, Mia.”

​

Lucien left her in that room, and got to his car as fast as he could. He sat in the driver’s seat. His hands gripped the wheel, and his head slumped forward. He took slow, deep breaths and compelled himself to calm down.

​ “What a fucking mess,” he said to himself. His emotions were everywhere. He’d never confronted Mia about what happened. There didn’t seem to be any satisfaction with doing it now. The only thing that seemed to bring him any peace was that he was going home. And that someone would be there waiting for him.

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It was well past midnight when Lucien got home. Audrey laid in her bed, trying to sleep but her eyes would not close. It was clear that he was trying to sneak around so as not to announce his arrival. She felt too draine