Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

ELIOT’S POV “I regret marrying you Eliot Beckett,” “I regret it!” Her voice snapped in my ears again. A sharp ringing echoing there, the ring hitting the floors, her hurt blue eyes glaring up at me just before she stormed out. A searing pain bloomed in my chest at the memory, just as it had done then. Threatening to bring me to my knees, and all at I attacked the red leather bag in front of me. My fists coming down hard on it, with a force so strong the seams rattled. “Fuck,” I hit it again. “Fuck,” Again and again and again... until finally, the punching bag burst open. At the sides. “Fuckkk!” I paused, glaring as sand spilled out like guts. Cloud of fibers and dust raining down on me. Face and arms, sticking to the several beams of sweat rolling down. “You should slow down; that’s the fourth bag.” A voice came from behind, reminding me of the grunting around me. Shirtless men, bleeding, training, letting off steam. Like me. I just turned around, abandoning the busted bag as I

SERENA'S POV "Celeste?" She turned, her silvery blonde hair catching the sunlight as she faced me. "Rena! Oh dear, come here." I quickly approached her table. Smiling but slightly apprehensive as her warm arms wrapped around me as usual. A hug. "Did you wait for long?” I asked, “I'm sorry, I was a bit far from the environment" She just waved it off as we took our seats. "That's alright, dear. I already started having lunch, you can order yours." So, I did just that. Her eyes watching me all through, smiling softly at the sides but her eyebrows were pulled forward in some way. Like she was wondering about something, trying to read me even without saying anything. And I knew just what it was about. Frankly speaking, I'd rather we just get into it and be done. "Celeste i- "You don't look really well, Rena." She said instead, softly cutting me off. "Well, I err... I've been a little busy lately." I forced a smile. "Are you... Are you sure you're not stressing too much? It's not re

MAY'S POV Anyways, I arrived at the third floor in no time. That fancy cream door belonging to Serena coming into view again. “Wonder If that Rosa bitch is hanging around here today” I muttered, glancing around for a bit. Directly opposite the door, like I’d being these past weeks. But of course, Rosa always showed up, glaring daggers like I was some villain in her story. I hadn’t even gotten the chance to snoop around or get close to the door. Especially now that Serena wasn’t home so much. It was the perfect opportunity to ransack that room of hers. Surely, I would find something note worthy and strong enough to stir this slowly cooking soup that was the tension in this house! But so far, I’ve got nothing. Not with that Rosa hovering the door like some special security agent, her glares no less from calling me a thief. She didn’t need to speak; I could hear it in her silence. See it in her eyes. Just then the cream doors opened. Rosa stepping out. Again. “You have got to be kiddi

SERENA’S POV “You don’t want any alimony?” “Yes, I’m sure.” I responded, “I’ve… I’ve held on to that money for the longest time. Consciously or unconsciously. It has shaped the greater half of my life; I don’t want it anymore. Besides, I think I make enough to at least feed myself for now. I’ll be fine.” “You’re really sure about this?” his eyes silently pressured then, probing to see if I was just calling bluff cause Eliot’s assets were huge. A real payout day I would have if I did take alimony. That look of his. That skeptical ‘what the hell is she talking about’ look, was exactly the same as this interviewer right now. The one sitting across from me, trying to process my answer to the question he just asked. “Err, forgive me, Serena.” He smiled, “I- did you just say being married to Eliot Beckett, your husband is a disadvantage to you?” “Yes of course,” I laughed, staring back at him. “Being married to Eliot is a disadvantage. The biggest one there is, else you wouldn’t ask me

ELIOT’S POV What was I thinking going back to Nicole? What was I thinking letting her put ideas in my head? Yeah she may have been good before, helped me to overcome some… challenges earlier on in my life but there was a reason I stopped going over there. A reason I stopped those fucking sessions that would leave me battling with crazy thoughts after every time. So why did I go over again?? Must’ve being crazy! Now i was stuck replaying her words, and entertaining strange thoughts that i shouldn’t and never had in the first place. ‘Do you care about her Eliot?’ her words echoed, making me scoff. My eyes narrowing at the door of my office, “Bullshit. Only thing i care about is how not to get caught in her mess again.” I said, and with that, i focused again on my work. Eyes on the stack of documents in front of me, hands finding the pen and signing like i was doing before i got distracted. In no time i ran through an entire stack and a few meetings i had lined up. The little sleep