Unforgiven, Unbroken

1.

Eileen Rowland's POV

I stood on the rooftop, tears streaming down my face as the city lights blurred beneath me. I thought of De'marcus, my husband, and Bridget, my best friend, and how they'd torn me apart. I regretted ever trusting them.

"If I ever get another chance," I whispered to myself, "I'll make them pay."

I took a deep breath, and with a cry, I jumped.

But instead of hitting the ground, I felt myself falling into a dreamless sleep. When I woke up, I was back in time, six years back. I was lying in a hotel bed, De'marcus beside me. Memories flooded back—the night, the drinks, the drugs....it all came back.

I remembered Bridget slipping something into my drink. I remembered De'marcus's face, shocked and angry when he thought I threw myself on him. I remembered the forced marriage, the lies and the betrayal.

"Okay Eileen, get it together. You need to get out of here, fast. Bridget will be here any minute with her entourage, ready to humiliate you in front of everyone." I quickly grabbed my stuff and tiptoed to the door.

"Please don't see me, please don't see me," I whispered to myself as l peeked through the peephole. The hallway was empty, for now.

I took a deep breath and slipped out, closing the door behind me. "You're doing this, Eileen. You're taking control." I hurried down the hallway, my heels clicking on the floor.

I quickly slipped into the nearby restroom, my heart racing as I listened intently. I could hear Bridget's voice, shrill and accusatory, as she approached the room.

"How could you, Eileen? sleeping with the Peabody director! You're nothing but a cheap, manipulative...."

I peeked through the crack in the door, watching as Bridget stormed towards the room, my parents in tow. My mom's face was a mask of disappointment, my dad's a mix of anger and shame.

"You're dead to us, Eileen," my mom spat.

I squeezed my knuckles, feeling the familiar surge of anger and resentment. "You're going to pay for this, Bridget, I whispered to myself. "You, De'marcus, my parents....all of you are going to regret the day you ever crossed me."

I watched as Bridget knocked on the door, De'marcus answering in a groggy haze. The scene was set for humiliation, for drama. But I wasn't going to be there to take it. Not this time. This time, I was going to be the one in control.

I took a deep breath, my eyes locked on Bridget's smug face. "Game on," I whispered, a cold smile spreading across my face.

Bridget's face turned ashy as she took in the sight of De'marcus, alone in the room. Her eyes scanned the space, searching for me, but I was no where to be found.

"Where's Eileen?" my mom demanded, her voice shrill with anger.

I stepped out of the restroom, a calm smile on my face.Bridget's eyes widened in anger, her plan foiled in an instant.

"There you are," she said, her voice dripping with venom.

I walked towards her, my eyes locked on hers. "looking for me?" I asked, my voice sweet.

Bridget's face twisted with rage, but she tried to keep her composure. "What are you doing here?" she spat. "You were supposed to be...."

I cut her off, a deafening slap landed on her cheek. I had wanted to do this, I could still vividly remember my past life, her face a hollow remembrance of her torment. I slapped her hard again, blood gushed out of her mouth. The pain and anguish they made me pass through, the sorrow of realizing I lost my womb because of them. I raised my hand, it landed on De'marcus's shocked face. The echo as loud as the first, he didn't know what he had done. "Eileen, are you out of your goddamn mind? Why are you slapping me?" He questioned, I had forgotten I was reborn, he was still just De'marcus, Peabody chief director. But that didn't matter, I loved how I was able to slap them both for once since over six years of manipulations and dirty games.

Smile crept on my face, I looked at my defenseless parents to the betrayers, and left them right in the hallway.

Bridget's rage was pronounced, she was red as a ripe tomato, but before she could speak, my mother turned on her. "You brought us all the way from our house for this? For nothing? You're so useless, Bridget."

My dad chimed in, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're always meddling in our daughter's affairs, but you can't even get this right. What a waste of time."

Bridget's face was down casted, her eyes fixed on the floor. "I...I thought...."

My mom cut her off. "You thought? You thought wrong, as usual. You're nothing but a trouble maker, Bridget. A manipulator. You're not even a good friend. How am I going to face Eileen now."

Bridget could feel the world carving in at that moment, she had it well planned, but all fell through just in an instant. Her eyes went cold with rage, in between breath she mumbled. "I'll make sure you regret this, Eileen."

*****Evan Thornton's POV*****

The night was young and fresh, the street was bustling with light and people. Twinkling night club wasn't an exception, it was filled to the brim. But someone caught Evan Thornton's attention, she was different from the people in here, she was not here to just club. It looked like she was celebrating her freedom.

Evan's eyes locked onto the stranger's, the music and lights fading into the background. She smiled, and he felt a spark of attraction.They moved towards each other, their bodies swaying to the rhythm.

"I'm Evan," he said, his voice low and smooth.

"I'm...Eileen," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they danced, their bodies moved in sync. The tension between them palpable. Evan's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "You look stunning," Evan said, his voice husky. "Want to get out of here?"

Eileen's heart skipped a beat. She nodded, and Evan took her hand, leading her out of the club.

In the hotel suite, Evan's eyes never left hers as he moved closer. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his lips inches from hers.

Eileen's heart pounded in her chest as Evan's lips claimed hers, the world around her melting away.

Evan's lips moved down her neck, "Uhnnn..." she moaned. Eileen's hands wandered through his hair, pulling him closer. The room spun around her, and she felt herself getting lost in the moment.

"Please take me...uhnn....," moaned Eileen in the arms of a stranger. As they moved towards the bed, Eileen's doubts began to surface. She pushed them aside, letting the passion consume her.

"Tear me...uhnn...apart," she moaned softly as Evan thrusted in, whining his waist to the rhythm of their breathes. For one night, she wanted to forget about De'marcus and Bridget. Forget about the pain and betrayal.

Evan's touch ignited a fire within her, and she let herself get swept away. The sound of her p***y pounding against Evan's c**k was echoing through the room. Sweat dripping off their body. "uhn..." growled Evan, he hadn't seen someone so desirable of him in a long while.

They f****d all night long, moaning to each other, changing position and throwing away used condoms.

As the night wore off. Eileen's thoughts began to clear. She looked at Evan, his face inches from hers. 'Who was this man? And why did she feel so drawn to him?'