Broken
1215 Words
Cassian’s POV
I went back home alone after the beautiful night with my love, Lena. I wish she could come with me but she said she had a show to attend to. I wouldn't miss it, never, but I can't go like this. Nah…
However, something just kept bothering me. The silence, the cold feeling, it kills me.
I still enjoy her scent in the sheets. Oh f**k!
My chest is tight, f*****g tight, but it's not guilt, I can't be guilty of anything, it's loss. I've lost something, someone, more than gold.
My heart troubled all through the night, it just wouldn't drop it.
The way she endlessly pushed, I know she must be hiding something. It was right there in her eyes, I know she must be up to something.
The night was restless for me, all I did was tear the house apart, searching for a clue of anything she must be planning.
I raded the house like thief, searching for something I know I wouldn't find.
Come to think of it, I don't even know what I'm looking for, I just know I have to find it, somei, anything.
But however, this wasn't getting anywhere. I had already searched her bags and her wardrobe the upteenth time, but still nothing.
Fuck!!!
I sent my feet crashing hard into the wardrobe, but some files fell out.
What's this?
Maybe some of her art…
No, it's a medical file.
Hope it's not what I'm thinking.
It can't be. No, it can't.
I bent slowly, my hands trembling as I picked it up. My mind has already told me what it was, tears rolled down my eyes.
I can't believe my eyes.
It's her fertility report. This is what she never wanted me to see.
Sarai, what is wrong with you? Why didn't you show me?
Oh no, I've f****d up!
She's pregnant…
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Sarai
I had to run away. Far away from them.
I was alone by the tree in the house, I could in, the rain mercilessly flogging me.
I'm pregnant for him. I wanted to tell him, he just wouldn't listen.
Suddenly, I felt a hand touch my shoulder.
I jerked my head sharply and dived to my feet.
It was Derek, one of my best clients.
I once drew him naked.
“I'm so sorry.” He consoled, his words were all I needed. “But you shouldn't be out here under the rain, not in your current condition.”
The last time we met, I told him I was expecting a baby and that I would reveal it to Cassian on our anniversary.
But just look at it now, very perfect.
“Where do you want me to go?”
I can't go back into that house. Never!
“Come, I'll take you home.” He's such a sweet gentleman.
“No. I'm fine. I just want to be alone.”
I feigned. Maybe Cassian would find me here and take me in properly.
“Please, come with me.” He pushed.
I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, the sweetness of this gentleman was something Cassian should learn. I always wished he was like him, damn!
He's irresistible and I gave in.
He gave me a coat and drove me to his house.
He even gave me a room to stay and new clothes, no strings attached.
“You can stay for as long as you wish.” He smiled.
He sat by my side all through the night, waiting for me to stop crying and put me to sleep.
“You deserve better. I'll show the world tomorrow.” He comforted. I wished he was my husband. “Good night.”
If only he could kiss my forehead. Damn!
He's God sent.
The next day, before I woke up, he was already prepared and dressed.
My body still aches badly from yesterday's drama, but it's a new day, with endless possibilities, he wasn't even going to let me be.
“Good morning sunshine. Get dressed. We're going out…”
“Where?”
“It's a surprise.” He smiled.
He didn't tell me where we were going, not until we arrived at one of the biggest art gallery in London.
I can't believe my eyes.
“Derek!” I gasped.
“May I?” He offered me his hands.
How sweet of him.
He took me.all around, showing me all the marvelous paintings and we laughed together.
“Mr. Derek!” A woman called.
“Excuse me…” he slipped off.
It must be his business partner I guess. He's done more than enough already.
I still moved round, enjoying the views until I saw a painting of a woman and a child. Tears rolled down my cheek. This was me right now.
He rejected me now I'm pregnant. I don't know what to do.
I'm here now, away from his beautiful dancing, I can't even paint, I'm just struggling to survive.
My body is weak, the pregnancy is wearing down on me, but I won't let it go. It's gonna be worth.
“I'll keep you. You're my revenge. You're my miracle.”
I kissed my hand and caressed my belly, I know my baby feels mama.
I remember the last time he touched me. The last time his hands danced on my stomach, his lips spreading heat all over my neck, I remember his words that day; This heartbeat, it's mine…”
But he's lost it.
I wiped off my tears and smiled into the painting.
“No,” I whispered. “It's ours.” I smiled. “Just the two of us.”
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Cassian
“Cass, where are you?”
Oh f**k!
“Just give me a minute. I'll be there soon.”
Lena was already worried.
Oh God, Sarai, how?! Why?!
Nevertheless, I still have to live up to my word. I took three shots of whiskey and dashed out from the house.
I saw a car speeding away under the rain, I saw her eyes, it's her, I'm very sure, but I'm too late.
Well, I can't keep Lena waiting, I tried to shove it off,but it just didn't work.
Arriving at the ballroom, I was a total. I drank a lot whiskey, I just couldn't get her out of my head, her voice, her face, it tormented me.
Lena winked at me, signaling it was time for the dance.
When I climbed the stage, I saw her, walking away.
I never knew I was already dancing, I started following her and fell off the stage.
Lena rushed to me, the f*****g paparazzi took pictures endlessly. I couldn't even get back to my feet, Lena had to drive me home.
Oh f**k!
“Cassian, what happened?”
I couldn't provide an answer. I just bent my head in sorrow, thinking about Sarai.
The rumors spread by those silly bastards hurt me, the photos, the videos, the memes, damn it.
When I logged into my email, most of my sponsors were already threatening to pull out.
Damn!
All this happened because of Sarai, I wish I could turn the wheel of time, just a few hours ago.
I crashed into my bed, knowing I had failed her, failed Lena and failed myself.
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