All Chapters of THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ELIOT'S POV I stared at her, stunned. The fury in her eyes growing, getting more intense. "I saw the contracts," she said, "I saw you change the contracts. I saw you change it and insert her name specifically on those documents! You wanted her, didn't you? You wanted to marry her. You wanted to be with her. Didn't you, Eliot?!" I stumbled back unconsciously. Her words taking me by surprise, angry eyes in my face. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, turning away instantly. Heading for the stairs. No hope with getting things done with her here anyways. "You have to tell me, Eliot." She followed me, her steps immediately behind until she rushed to block my path totally. "What is the meaning of this, mom?" "You have to tell me," she said, "You do know what I'm talking about, you know you know it! Let's not pretend here anymore! Why did you do it? Why marry her to treat this way? Why? At first I'd thought it was just some boyish urge to rebel, to pick a fight with Axe

ELIOT’S POV“Is she running a fever?”“Eliot,” A tap on my shoulders. Making me turn around for a bit, mom’s face appearing. “Is she running a fever?”A fever?I quickly touched her forehead, feeling the temperature there. “No.” I mumbled, “No, she’s okay. She’s fine.”“Then why do you keep checking her?”What?“You keep feeling her body and adjusting the covers like she’s burning up.” I paused. Noticing she was right and I was well over her on the bed.I pulled back just then, sighing. “Just making sure she’s good, mom.”“She will be good, she’s just sleeping not dead.” She chuckled lightly, shaking her head as she settled beside me. My stare on her, unbelievable. “Think now’s the time to joke about that?” I asked,“No,” she agreed, “It’s not, and will never be. But it is the time for you to tell me what exactly happened with you two. Three, Elias included. You all just rushed into the house bloody and shirtless like you went for a dive at a wrestling house. And why was Rena out cold

SERENA’S POVDid he just go public and lied?Like lie??“Oh my, I cannot believe this.” I laughed in disbelief, pacing around my room. “What is even happening right now? How did I go from being calm and organized to this? This mess!”I hadn’t even finished processing the monstrosity that almost happened to me last night, and he was already using me to take credit? Online?“You call this help?” I faced Rosa, “You call that, what he did, help? How does that help me Rosa? How?”“But Madam…” She stammered, cautious of my mood. There was no need even, I was already mad! So mad right now I didn’t know what else to do than pace around my room.“Shouldn’t you be happy that he cleared the air? Miss May is gone now, she’s returned to your fami-“Those are lies!” I cut her off, “May? A bastard child of my father? Pfft! Susan will bring down the entire Mackwell estate than let that happen! Plus did she seem crazy to you? She’s pregnant. Pregnant, Rosa. How many crazy people do you see pregnant? Ev

SERENA’S POV“What are these papers?” I pushed them to his chest. Watching as he caught them clumsily, some falling back to the floor. His brows furrowing, “Those ones over there too,” I added, pointing to the wall. “On your desk… What are they? What are you doing with them? Why are they scattered all over the place? What are they doing in here, Eliot? What?!”He froze for a bit. “Serena—“Don’t say my name,” I warned, shaking. Too angry to even look at him! “Don’t you dare say my name, you creep! Tell me, why is that red notepad is on your desk? My diary, why do you have it? Why is it all torn up, almost ripped apart on your desk. Why? What are you doing with it? What are you using it for? What are you planning? You have an entire wall filled with printed copies, Eliot. Copies of my… of my blog post.”My voice shook at the end, a big lump in my throat. Fingers trembling as I looked around. “This place, this entire study is like some murderer’s lair. You have an entire murder map on yo

SERENA'S POV“You can't fix anything!” I spat, pushing at his arms. “There's nothing left to fix here. That diary's ruined. I’m ruined. Because of you.”“I’m sorry.” he said, “I'm so sorry for not knowing, not protecting you better. I'm sorry. Serena I’m sorry.”“Stop saying that!” I fought harder, fresh tears falling. “Just let go of me. Let go. Get off me, Eliot! Get off me!”“I’ll be better! I’ll be better now, Serena. I won't let them hurt you anymore, I won’t let anyone hurt you! I won't hurt you.”“I don’t care! Let go.”“I won't have people follow you about.” he held me, voice cracking. “I won't print out your blogs anymore. I won't read the diary… I only did all of that because… because I couldn't stop thinking about you! Everyday, you're in my thoughts, my mind! I think of you everyday, Serena. That's why… that’s why I wanted a divorce. That’s why I let it happen, I don’t hate you please. I didn’t really want a divorce, I don’t want it anymore. I don't hate you, please. I've