From Deep End to Surface and Everything In Between (Sebastian Vettel FanFic)

The Truth Comes Out

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London, UK - September 2020

She was exhausted, but very happy about her new job when she walked through her flat's threshold later on Monday evening. The flat was quiet. She kept walking down the hall towards the bedroom, but she stopped in her tracks with a frowned look on her face as she thought she had heard wrong. Someone was home. She shrugged and continued her journey. 'Darling -' She pushed the bedroom's door open, beaming, thrilled to see her husband and share the good news of her new job, but the smile disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Her veins had turned into ice. The blood had stopped flowing, turning her pale as a ghost when she looked at the sight before her. Emerson was tangled naked with a woman that wasn't her, in their bed. A strange voice filled the room. It took her a while to recognise the voice was coming from her. The heartbreaking howling filled the room when her knees broke underneath her, and she collapsed to the floor, suddenly feeling strong deja-vu from the doctor's appointment in April - denial. This was just a silly dream.

She stumbled on her feet as soon as she felt someone touched her shoulder, shaking the handoff. 'Don't touch me!' She growled, eyes wide when her eyes met Emerson's, who looked desperate and dazed. 'Scar-'

'Don't Scar me!' She yelled, staring at her husband with wide, haunted eyes. Emerson attempted to reach for her hand, but she knocked it out. 'DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!' She screamed, breathing heavily. 'You-' she continued with erratic breathing and slapped him to his cheek, but it didn't provide any satisfaction. '-fucking bastard. Bloody hell, Emerson?! Why her?!' She snarled, pointing to Natalia who had had the decency to cover herself with a duvet by then.

Emerson made a weak sound that sounded sobbing. 'No', She growled and started hitting him to his chest to channel the betray and anger that seethed through her. Harming Emerson didn't provide any satisfaction to her. Her hand went to her hair. She gammed her hair rapidly, pushing and tugging to find a distraction for the pain and hollowness within her. 'Scar, stop!' Emerson said and caught her hands in-between his hand, using the other to capture her chin before holding it in place.

Scar had a wild look of her eyes when her gaze met Emerson's agonising eyes. 'Scar -' he murmured again. 'Don't.' Her voice was trembling. She closed her eyes to block the tears. Do NOT cry. It's not worth it. He's not worth it. She didn't want to hear his lame excuses, his empty promises. She wanted to leave. She opened her eyes again, filled with hatred and disgust. 'I want you out of this house. You have one hour.' She snarled, staring at her once-beloved husband. Now she looked at the person before her, he felt like a stranger. 10 years, gone in a blink of an eye. She huffed in disbelieve, throwing another dirty look towards Emerson and Natalia before turning on her heels.

She stormed out of the flat despite Emerson's yells after her, feeling the anger shooting through her body. She gagged when she reached outside of the building, feeling disgusted. She brushed her hair out of the face. She grasped her hand up and down her face, desperately focusing on the feel of the sun and wind on her face. She felt dizzy, overwhelmed, and the familiar feeling of denial crept in her when the scene she had walked into kept appearing in her mind, nonstop. Scar threw her head towards the sky along with her hands. Then she screamed on top of her lungs, gathering looks from the strangers on the street to channel her feelings of rage, betray, vulnerability, and disappointment. She didn't care about the wondering eyes. She was furious with Emerson as he made her feel she had failed in their marriage, and she wasn't a failure. The word didn't belong to her vocabulary. She wasn't a quitter either, but somehow she also felt she had lost even before she had a chance to play the game.