Chapter Forty Eight: Anthony (Pt. 2)

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Your phone rings and you grab it off of the couch cushion next to you.

Anthony Calling...

Crap! Should I answer it? Maybe just see what he wants.


"Billie," he chokes into the phone.

"Tony? What's wrong?"

"It's my wife. She's leaving. For good."

"I'm so sorry. I thought you said you knew this was coming."

"I did. What I didn't know was that she was going to try to take Evan with her."

"Oh, Tony. I'm sorry."

"Can you come over? Please? I just really need to talk to someone for awhile."

You hesitate. Tom's doing some stuff with Luke today, preparing for his trip to promote his new film. You don't know how he'll handle it. We're just friends, right? Tony won't try anything.

"I'll be there in a little while. I'll see if I can drop William off with at a friend's house."


The line goes dead and you rush around the house, getting William ready and calling up friends to ask them to take him for a few hours.


You ring the doorbell and after a minute the door opens to reveal a puffy eyed Tony.

"Hi," he forces a smile. "Come on in."

You enter the large home and look around. It's the first time you've been here, and you're not at all surprised by the size and modern design to the place. He is an architect after all. He leads you through the living room and into the kitchen. Sun shines through a sliding glass door and you see a pool in the backyard.

"Don't step on the glass," Tony says, his hand reaching out to stop you.

You look down to see what you assume is a broken vase lying on the linoleum floor. You raise your eyebrows and look at him, but he only shrugs and moves toward the refrigerator.

"Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, tea, orange juice?"

"Could I just have a water?"

He nods and grabs a glass from one of the cupboards.

"Thanks for coming. I know it probably isn't how you wanted to spend your day, but I didn't know who else to call."

"It's okay. I don't know how I would feel if Tom left and decided to take William with him. I'd probably want to murder him."

The man nods and sets the glass in front of you.

"I honestly don't believe that she wants Evan. I think she's trying to hurt me. Bad."

"Is he with her now?"

He nods again and motions for you to follow him back into the living room. He sits on the sofa and you join him. You see a tear run down his face and your motherly instincts kick in as you pull him in for a hug.

"It's going to be okay. I'm sure everything will work out just fine."

He pulls away and looks at you for a second before moving closer to you. His head dips down and his lips force themselves against yours. Your hands move to his chest and push him away forcefully.

"What the hell, Tony?!"

"C'mon, Bea, we both knew it was going to happen."

"No. No. We did not! And don't you ever call me Bea again. I can't believe you! What the hell were you thinking? I'm married!"

You launch yourself off of the sofa.

"So? Technically I'm still married, but that doesn't change my feelings toward you. You can't deny your feelings for me, either."

"I don't have any feelings for you! I love my husband and my son more than anything, and I would never do anything to hurt either of them."

"Do you really love Tom? Because I don't think you do. I think you love his money and his fame."

"I can't believe you. His fame and money have absolutely nothing to do with it! I love him. I married him. I had a child with him. Hell, I was the one who decided to name my son after him!"

"Your son's name is William."

"His name is Thomas William Hiddleston Jr."

"I can't believe this. Why have you been calling me up and spending time with me so much if that's how you feel?"

"Because I thought we were friends. That's what friends do. I guess I was wrong about you. Don't call me."

You leave the room before he can say another word.


You put William to bed early tonight and wait anxiously for Tom to get home from his meeting with Luke. You hear the front door open and footsteps as he makes his way to your bedroom. He sees you and gives you a tired smile before finding his way to the edge of the bed and sitting down.

"Hello, darling."

He tries to give you a kiss, but you move away.

"Bea? What's the matter? Is it something I did?"

"No. It's something that I did."

"What is it?" he asks, his brow furrowed.

"I went over to Tony's today..."

You hear his breath hitch and you can tell that he's trying to stay calm and not overreact.

"Okay. Why?"

"His wife left him, and she's trying to take their son. He needed someone to talk to, so he called me."

"Is that all?"

You shake your head, staring down at your hands.

" kissed me."

You risk a glance at Tom's face and you see the anger building inside of him.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit."


"Don't, Bea. Don't even start. I don't want to hear it. How could you do that? You told me that you thought something wasn't right. Why would you go over to his house?"

"I didn't think he would kiss me! I figured he was too upset to even think about doing anything like that!"

"Billie! The man was making suggestive remarks toward you, it really shouldn't have come as a surprise. You should have never gone over there. You were just encouraging him. I trusted you."

"So what, you don't trust me now?"

"Well how do I know that wasn't your intent? Maybe you're feeling the same way. Maybe you secretly wanted him to kiss you, so that's why you went over to his house."

"Tom! How could you even say that?"

"I told you that I didn't like that man. I didn't want you to see him anymore and you knew that. You went behind my back. Have a good night. I'm sleeping in the guest room."

He marches out of the bedroom and you hear his footsteps on the stairs before the slam of a door. Screams come from the baby moniter and you sigh and wipe away a tear before making your way to your son's room.

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