All Chapters of THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Serena's POV "Are you sure you're comfortable like that? Your dress is pretty damp." I looked down again, at the darkened spot now present on my peach summer dress. "It's alright, I’m heading home anyway." I waved off, smiling as I met Brenda's eyes. The subtle worry there giving me comfort. I could tell it wasn't just my dress she was concerned about, judging from how her eyes continuously darted around. "What about your Uncle?" She asked, "He hasn't come back out since you went to wash up." Eliot. As much as I would gladly announce I had no idea of his whereabouts, even I had the same question running in my mind. When I went into the restroom he was standing there, seemingly surprised. But when I got out, he was gone. From the hallway, the table and even the restaurant entirely. I half expected to see him still waiting outside the restroom though. Judging from his usual… behaviour. But as surprising as it seemed, myself, Dominic and Brenda were all out. Preparing to part ways,

ELIOT’S POV “Oh so you’re a regular here? You do this often, drop comments like this? Oh you must’ve been sad I didn’t notice you all this while. How pissed you mustve been, and how excited you are right now.” A burst of laughter just rolled out of my lips at those words. That response from her. “You really are funny.” I chuckled, thinking for a response for a bit before sending mine. “Haha, you’re funny blogger. But that doesn’t answer my question; what will you do when your husband refuses to sign or divorce you?” I sent out. Falling back on my seat, the darkness of my room surrounding me. The only light being my laptop screen, her blog page that was fully active with yet another post. Honestly, I didn’t know what to make of the situation when I arrived home. When I saw those documents. Thought she was bluffing or something, didn’t expect to actually receive printed documents from Rosa when I came in. Worse, official documents. Fully notarized, meaning this wasn’t fake at all.

SERENA'S POV And that’s how I ended up here. “Say that again.” “I dare you to say that again, you bitch!” May yelled out, struggling to break free from Rosa’s hold. Her anger directed at someone else, someone more surprising. Renee. “Or else what?” Renee retorted, standing across. Disheveled. “Else what you freeloader! You think I’m afraid of you? Think we’re all afraid of you and won’t fight back? I said what I said. Sir Eliot doesn’t care about you and your stupid ‘heir’. He doesn’t care if you sit in this house all day and put on all the mini dresses in the entire world!” “You bitch… I’ll bite your face off. I’ll scratch that whoring mouth off your stupid face!” Rosa held her back, others joining. “Let me go. Let me go right now you fucking witch Rosa!” Renne laughed at her struggle, mocking. “You can say whatever you want, May. You can yell as much as you want, it still won’t change anything.” I walked down now. Faster so I could get to the scene. “It won’t change anything

SERENA’S POV “Beckett Mistress Speaks Out; Claims abuse and starvation inside the Beckett Mansion!” “Serena knew her husband was cheating? Eliot Beckett had a mistress, a pregnant one? And then they’re all living under the same roof, like one big happy family. This is a soap opera!” “Is Serena Beckett a Style icon or Silent Tyrant? Which one?” “LOL, this Beckett Marriage was a lie! So this Serena lady is barren? She can’t have kids? Why??” “She has been busy posting ‘be kind’ posts but secretly starving a pregnant woman. Face your cheating husband bitch, and leave that innocent woman alone!” “How is it she’s not been arrested yet? This woman should serving some jail time. This is abuse! Legal wife or not.” And so much more. They all kept coming, one after the other. Posts after posts, comments, tags, repost… oh God reposts… My phone was blowing up! Vibrating every few seconds, with talks I’d never imagined. My entire world crashing before my eyes, taking down with it pieces of

SERENA'S POV I drove into the night as I headed for the estate belonging to the one man I called my father. For sure they’ll all be present. This was too big for them not to. I was surprised they were only contacting me now, when the video had gone viral hours ago. My phone still buzzed with more notifications. Another symbol that my life was falling apart at last, but I only held myself more. I was all I’ve got. Me. So I had to face them all, take charge of the situation and make sure i survived all this. But no amount of mental bracing could prepare you for the truckload of violence and emotional manipulations that was the Mackwell family. I knew that. So why did I delude myself from the start? Why did I think I would go there and come out without a scratch? Why? Why?! “You evil bitch!” A slap ran across my cheek. Burning, stinging, like all the other 3 that had landed there all in a span of 20 minutes since I got here. My ears ringing with the sound of it. “You have the nerves!