The Love Affair

Chapter Thirty-Six

Later that night, barely eating a spoonful of food for that entire day, I sat behind my desk, the screen flare lighting up my face as I scrolled through Twitter. Part of me wanted to type 'I cheated' and post it out to my followers but what good would that do? Somehow or another, there'd be the few who would use my qualities to redeem me of my foul play. I just hated seeing positivity spread across my page. I wasn't a good person. I was horrible. I deserved hate.

Startled by the alert of my phone, I picked it up. "Rose, it's Jennifer."

Nick's mom. "J-Jennifer." I sat up, my heart beating fast.

"I—Nick told me not to phone you. He wouldn't tell me why—but I know you two have split. What happened?" said, sounding upset.

"I-I," I began.

-"You two were so happy together. I don't understand. Has he upset you?" she interjected. I knew I couldn't lie. It wouldn't be fair to for her to think that the marriage was somehow Nick's fault and I wanted her to know the truth. I didn't want to be a coward. I wanted her to hate me.

"Jennifer, I cheated on Nick," I replied, without hesitation.

It went silent on the other end. It must have been an uncomfortable 5 seconds or so before the call abruptly ended, leaving nothing but the sound of my heart resonating throughout my eardrums. There. She knew. My ex mother-in-law knew the truth. She wasn't blinded to the truth. I had said it and I knew now that our previous bond was shattered.

I dashed my phone onto the side of the desk and sank back in my chair. How my life has changed.

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The following morning felt just as empty as yesterday's. I'm not sure anything could have prepared me for the tiniest changes from splitting with Nick. It was strange to be sleeping alone, another warm body absent from besides me. Or just not to be awoken from Nick fidgeting as he got up for work, trudging around in his boxers or often naked, kissing me quickly on the cheek as he would to leave to get ready. I don't think anything could have prepared me for the desolate silence hanging around me day and night. To be honest, when had I ever been truly alone? Truly by myself? My relationship with Nick had been so...quick. We'd gotten together so young that besides the four years of my juvenile teenage existence, I hadn't really experienced being single. I think I was just used to having someone there. Do I really know myself? I can't honestly say.

I was dishing up the scrambled eggs from the frying onto my plate but my mind was heavily focused on Pete's brief. As of next week, my latest book would be launched into the world. I would be signing books at my book launch at the bookstore in town where a number of my dedicated fans would get first dibs into signed copies. The book that pretty much detailed my affair with Shane.

The front door rang capturing my attention. A little disappointed to leave my fresh cooked eggs on the side, I headed to the foyer. I opened it, close enough to faint as I took in the sight of Nick standing at the footstep.

"N-Nick."

The man before me looked like he had aged years. The usual neatness he prided himself was gone. Matted and overgrown, his stubble looked like it hadn't been shaved for days, possibly weeks. It was a typical Wednesday working day so it was surprising to see him dressed head to toe in grey tracksuit bottoms and a blue t-shirt. Those piercing blue eyes seemed duller, fragile as though the colour had been sucked dry. The man before me no longer looked like Nick. I had broken him.

"Nick, I-" I stuttered unsure what to say.

"Can I come in?" he muttered, reluctant as it appeared to look me in the eyes.

"Y-yeah, p-please," I said, shuffling aside as I watched him anxiously step into the threshold and head down the corridor. It was strange hearing him asking for an invite into his own home but it must have not been as strange as discovering his ex-wife had cheated on him.

I followed him into the kitchen where he took to stand near the counter adjacent to the oven. His eyes took notice of the fresh eggs sat on the ceramic plate. I quickly picked up the plate and discarded the contents in the bin, no longer feeling my appetite as I awaited what was to be said.

"My mother told me you told her the truth about our marriage," he said quietly, sounding lifeless like a rotting zombie.

"I did," I replied.

"I wish you didn't," he said, looking at his black trainers.

"I-I'm sorry, I just didn't want her to—"

"No, Rose, what you did was selfish," he cut in. This time he looked up, briefly meeting my eyes before glancing towards the conservatory. "I didn't want her to know that. I was going to tell her in my own time that things had just fizzled out. You told her the truth because you just want to feel a sense of guilt, a sense of moral justice for your actions," he explained, his tone ever so blunt.

I couldn't argue with him. Maybe subconsciously I had.

"She's in tears over there. She's fretting over me more than she has done before. And I didn't want that, Rose. I don't want her thinking I'm broken even if I am," he said, "I came today because I don't want anyone else knowing the truth. We stick to the story I told on the papers," he instructed.

"I'm sorry, Nick. I am," I pleaded, tears threatening within the base of my eyes. "I never meant to hurt you."

"I don't care what you say, Rose. I don't want to hear it," he replied coldly, "Just keep to the story. I don't want anyone getting hurt." He then began to turn pausing as I called after his name.

"Nick," I cried, tears failing to keep bay. "I never wanted to hurt you. I still want you in my life. You've always been there for me."

"Exactly. I've always been there, Rose," he muttered. This time heading on towards the front door without pause even as I pleaded after him.

"Nick. Please. Can we just talk?" I called after him as he headed down the driveway. "Nick!"

"Nick!"

"Nick!"

"Nick!"

Nothing. The man I once loved disappeared around the corner and was gone.

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