Todos los capítulos de THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

ELIOT’S POV And when i clicked on one notification. Just a tap on the keypad, it took me straight to the main screen. There, a brand-new post from a blogger’s page my brain knew so well, stood before my eyes. It’s words reflecting on the screen, on the laptop I found in the room. The same room that surely held stuff belonging to the one woman that said she was going into fashion recently. My wife. Serena. “What?” my eyes squinted, “What is this? Why is that blogger's page open here? On this laptop.” I hadn’t even processed a single thought before more notifications came flooding again. This time more aggressive than the last. “64 new comments, PagesI’llDeleteLater” I slowly read out, my legs taking a step back in surprise. Utter surprise. “The hell? Why are these messages coming in here? This doesn’t happen in my own account. You only receive such notifications if you made a comment or repost about the blog itself and even then it wasn’t like this.” Unless… unless the

Eliot's POV Morning came fast. Faster than I'd hoped, but at least with it would come answers. Answers to the questions slowly tormenting my mind. If not that my body and mind were thoroughly exhausted this week, especially after the cold shower I took before bed. I would've already begun some research myself. Investigated it all until I got to the bottom! Until I give these tormenting thoughts a rest in my mind. "Good morning, Madam." Cheerful voices greeted as I neared the last steps of the stairs. A sneer on my lips, but that quickly changed as the familiar vanilla fragrance, mixed with jasmine filtered into my nostrils. Awfully bringing to memory a scene I had completely forgotten about. The flashes came first. Then the emotions. Her emotions. Surprise, disbelief, then anger. Fair smooth skin stretching out into marvelous curves, plumb round breasts, soft flesh...everywhere! All of It just bombarded my mind. Forcing my legs to an abrupt halt right in the middle of the

ELIOT’S POV "Serena." A loud crash filled the air just then. My glass. It slipped from the desk. I had hit it, stumbling backwards unconsciously from this sudden revelation. But even as the crash landed on the floor in a splitter, scattering across several angles in the study, I remained still. Frozen as my mind reeled to understand it all. To make sense of it. Serena. Sh-she'd used the network. She could use the network! She was close, she lived in this house... This house that uses the same network. The same firewall. “I know this is difficult to digest, Sir." The specialist's voice filtered to my ears, partly snapping me out of it. "I know how crazy this sounds but the signal never lies, sir. However crazy, the person is close. Very close, and to you sir." The signal never lies... It never lies. Meaning... meaning Sh- Serena. Meaning she's the blogger? She's the one? The one making the posts? The same posts I printed out earlier today and now have up against the wal

ELIOT’S POV “I found her,” “Who? Who did you find, Eliot?” I raised my head, gaze solemn. Drained of any trace of brightness, just like this room right now. My face, nose and mouth, halfway trapped in my palms— the only thing keeping me sane at this point. “Her,” I whsipered, “I found her, Nicole. The blogger.” She sat up, interest piqued now. “You found- That was fast. You- “It’s my wife.” I cut her off, releasing my face now. Sitting up too. “She is my wife,the blogger. The blogger is my wife, and my wife is the blogger. Can you believe that?” Her mouth fell open. Surprise, a thick layer spreading over her features. “W-wow.” she blinked, repeatedly. “That is… Oh my God, I was not expecting that.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “You would think that, wouldn’t you? Anyone but her. Anyone at all! I feel so stupid right now.” “I mean, how did I not know all this time? How did I- oh God.” Brought my palms to my face again. Wanting to rub away the stress rushing back in, the ache buil

SERENA’S POV “What?” “Oh my God, no!” I laughed out loud, “It looked better when it was wet I swear!” “Yeah, right.” he teased, unlocking his car. “You’re the designer, anything you do will look beautiful in your eyes.” This man. What was I thinking letting him see my mini trials at stitching fabrics? Him and Axel, don’t know who’s worse. “I’m telling you, Dominic. It came out good the first time,” I tried to assure, smiling. Even if I knew I had no proof since I refused to take pictures of the ghastly structures. I refuse to recognize that as part of my little beginnings in stitching. Not that I wasn’t proud of myself for trying though. “You have no idea how good i felt when I finally got it right.” I said, “You should’ve seen the first few attempts, you would beg for mercy then. Even if you didn’t commit any crime.” He burst out laughing, throwing his head back. His perfect teeth on full display as we stood by his car, in front of my building. Surprised by this, aren't you?