Chapter 15 \u2013 Don\u2019t Go\u00a0<\/p>\n
SERA\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivienne\u2019s dress was wrinkled, riding up her thighs. Darius had his arm under her neck as she pressed against his chest, his face peaceful in sleep.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, fingers buried in his hair and the others splayed on his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They looked perfect together. Natural. Like this was where they both belonged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d just walked into something I shouldn\u2019t have seen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The air left my lungs all at once. The room spun around me, everything going fuzzy at the edges. I grabbed the doorframe to keep from falling, my wedding ring clicking against the wood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sound woke Darius up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes opened slowly, then went wide when he saw me standing there. He jerked away from Vivienne so fast he nearly fell off the bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSera! You\u2019re home!\u201d He scrambled to his feet, running his hands through his messy hair. His shirt was wrinkled, his pants undone at the waist, he looked almost confused, his eyes darting between Vivienne and me before realization dawned on his features.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI can explain. This isn\u2019t what it looks like!\u201d He began, holding out a hand as though he could stop my thoughts from spiraling. His other hand reached for his pants, fixing it as it hung low on his waist, his eyes wide and never leaving mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As if he could hide the obvious truth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivienne stirred on the bed, making a soft sound as she woke up. When she saw me, her eyes got big and she sat up quickly, smoothing down her dress.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh! Sera, I\u2019m so sorry. I must have fallen asleep.\u201d She pressed her hand to her forehead, looking dizzy. \u201cI came over to give Luna a piano lesson, but I started feeling faint again. Darius was just helping me,\u201d She sighed, her voice wispy as she rose slowly from the bed, not looking the least bit bothered by what I had just walked into.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t speak. Couldn\u2019t move. My throat felt like it was closing up, making it hard to breathe. The betrayal of seeing them sleeping together hurt more than I thought it would.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The pain seemed to burn a hold in my chest, creating hurt unlike anything I\u2019d ever felt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing happened, Sera\u2026she collapsed when I was teaching Vivienne and I\u2026and I had to help her!\u201d Darius repeated, he took quick jerky steps forward, as if he feared I would disappear in the next second, I took steps back, refusing to close the distance between us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026I helped her so she could rest. I must have dozed off while making sure she was okay,\u201d He spoke in a strange and urgent tone, as though he didn\u2019t believe his own words, his hands reached for me, he\u2019d almost tripped in his urgency but I stepped away again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words sounded hollow. Empty to me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 5 Dont Go\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing happened, Sera. I swear to you, nothing happened.\u201d His voice was getting desperate now, pleading.\u201d You have to believe me!\u201d He took large strides forward, closing the distance in just two steps.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stepped back to avoid his touch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted to believe him. Part of me was screaming to believe him, to accept the explanation and pretend everything was fine. But the other part of me, the part that had been broken so many times before, couldn\u2019t take\u00a0<\/p>\n
anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I thought I would come back and have a proper conversation with my husband, it was foolish of me to come here\u2026it was foolish of me to waver and think perhaps Darius was a man of his word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to go.\u201d I couldn\u2019t stay here anymore. I couldn\u2019t stand sharing this house with my husband and so\u2013called \u2018friend\u2018. It was torture.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGo? Go where?\u201d Darius stepped closer, but I backed away again. \u201cSera, please. Let me explain properly. We can talk about this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s nothing to talk about.\u201d My voice was shaking, but I forced the words out. \u201cYou made your choice. Again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
11\u00a0<\/p>\n
He let Vivienne sleep on his bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He chose to take care of Vivineee and failed to keep his promise of picking me up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I should had known that early. I should had known that in his heart Vivienne was always important than me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now here I was, crying over the fact that now he even slept with her in our house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned and walked toward the stairs on legs that felt like they might give out. Behind me, I could hear Darius following, saying my name over and over.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Luna. I needed to see Luna before I left. But as I got closer to the playroom, I could hear her laughing at something on her tablet. Happy sounds. Innocent sounds.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If I went in there crying, if she saw me falling apart, it would scar her. She was only four. She didn\u2019t need to see her mother breaking into pieces.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I grabbed my suitcase from the front hall instead. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely get a grip on the\u00a0<\/p>\n
handle.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, please.\u201d Darius\u2019s hand reached for my wrist. \u201cSera, please don\u2019t go.\u201d He pulled me towards him, locked me tightly in his arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could feel his heart racing, beating almost as fast as mine. I could feel the warmth of his skin seep into mine through his shirt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could feel his hot breath against my neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I struggled hard in his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The thought of Vivienne being in his arms the same way further deepened my disgust. How could get touch me\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapte 15 Don Go\u00a0<\/p>\n
after sleeping with his ex?!\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hated him more than anyone else that moment in my life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I punched his chest with my fists.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Everything was in a mess.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My raw voice, my tears, my twisted expressions, my messy clothes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t care. I just wanted to go, to leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSera, please\u201c, Darius restrained me from going.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease, I swear in the name of my dead father. I didn\u2019t sleep with her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My feet stayed in place.\u00a0<\/p>\n
God. I couldn\u2019t move.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease, don\u2019t\u2026go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Souls Remember What Matters \u2014 Corey Gibson 15 Chapter 15 \u2013 Don\u2019t Go\u00a0 SERA\u00a0 Vivienne\u2019s dress was wrinkled, riding up […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[59],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23461","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-day-i-signed-the-papers-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23461","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23461"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23461\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23461"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23461"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23461"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}