The Abandoned Wife Makes A Come Back

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The next morning I woke up to Vincent on the phone, I couldn't hear the conversation but the tone was serious. When he noticed me he hung up and walked over to me, caressing my face tenderly.

"Good morning Princess, hungry?" His eyes raked over me lustfully.

I smiled and blushed brightly as I slowly sat up, I gave a small stretch that exposed my lacy bra to him causing him to lick his lips.

"I..I could eat.." I muttered as I tried to cover myself up. Offering a shy smile.

He chuckled deeply before as he kissed me passionately, pinning me down beneath his muscular body. He was warm and tender as he caressed me, his tongue dancing with mine as his greedily moved his hips against me, his erection clear through the thin fabric of his boxers, the thick blanket and the thin layer of lace between us.

I felt like I was burning with need, my breath becoming more ragged as he kissed down my body but before we could go any further, Veronica knocked on the door, startling us.

"You awake Addie?" Her voice sounded sleepy with a subtle touch of irritation.

I wiggled free from beneath Vincent and sat up, trying to cover myself as I cleared my throat. "Y-yeah...I'm awake..."

She opened the door with a heavy thud. "That b***h is back to her old tricks!" She shrieked as she waved her phone around manically.

I looked at her in confusion but before I could say anything she showed me her phone up close. Images and clips from the cafe were buzzing with hyped news about how I 'bullied' my 'poor sister' after she had just given birth.

The captions all did their best painting me as a jealous and vindictive sister who was unforgiving to my 'poor and suffering' sister. The sentiment of it all made me laugh with annoyance. It was the same tired old tale.

Most of the comments still swayed in my favor but to use the same tactics? It was all such a headache to me. I just wanted to move on, to live my life away from it all.

I rolled my eyes, the headache was already beginning to throb just thinking about Nadia. "Just let her be, I'm not interested in entertaining her drama."

Vincent nodded in support though he seemed greatly irritated.

"How audacious." His voice was a low growl as he got up and ran his fingers through his messy dark hair.

I smiled and kissed his cheek gently.

"She isn't worth it, just let her cry those trademark crocodile tears of hers. Let us all just focus on happier things. Ok? Both of you."

He gave a slight smile and nodded. "As you wish my beautiful Princess" he kissed my cheek sweetly "so wise and forgiving."

V rolled her eyes. "I expected you to want to rip that b***h to pieces no matter what...how tame you've become." She mused, jabbing playfully at Vincent who growled at her with irritation.

I chuckled and gently swatted at them both to cease their bickering.

"It's too early for this, let's hurry up and get some breakfast in our systems." I said with a small smirk as I dressed in a form fitting, light green sundress with small white daisies on the hem.

V and Vincent sighed, ceasing their bickering reluctantly. I took their hands and we three went down stairs to the overwhelming aroma of a feast of savory and sweet varieties.

As we made our way to the dining room table we were greeted by a delectable spread of various breakfast meats, fresh fruits, perfectly golden pancakes and fluffy scrambled eggs with toppings options. It was all delicious and we soon forgot all about the drama with Nadia.

After breakfast the day continued rather peacefully, Vincent and V worked together to quietly squash Nadia's campaign against me. Filling social media with various news stories and filler gossips. Everything seemed perfectly calm. Until I received numerous, constant phone calls. I felt a sense of panic creeping in my chest as I saw it was my mother.

She hadn't spoken to me much since I married Jonathon and even less since I was no longer married. She usually only called to complain about Nadia these days and I didn't feel like listening so I tried to ignore them but she was incessant. The calls were followed by harassing texts and more calls.

I caved after the thirtieth call, groaning as she began to tear into me.

How could you be so cruel to your sister! Hasn't she been through enough?! You need to apologize!

I gripped my phone tightly, my eyes narrowed with frustration. "Mother...I did nothing wrong to apologize for. She attacked me."

Think of how this is affecting the family! You're older! You need to set the example!

Her greatest trump card. Ever since I was young my mother would highlight that I was older and needed to be an 'example' though Nadia was never given the same restrictions.

I looked at Veronica who shook her head, trying to encourage me to stand up but I felt hesitant. My mother wasn't perfect but I did love her and the memories were once full of love and happiness. It felt conflicting. I let her continue berating me until she mentioned V being a terrible influence in my life. My eyes narrowed and my voice took on a chill.

"You don't get to say anything about V! She was the only one who supported me my whole life!"

I could feel the rage through her stunned silence. I never took on a defiant and aggressive tone with her before. I was always obedient and silent to her beratements but saying anything bad about my best friend? The only person that stood by me through everything? That was a line not even my mother could cross.

Once she recovered from the shock of my defiance she began to shriek again. Calling me selfish, ungrateful, a disappointment. Pretty much anything and everything she could to try and hurt me but I felt steady for the first time.

Vincent took my hand as I remained firm on my stance. Refusing to waiver. That is until my father got on the phone. He was much less biased to Nadia but he was a strong supporter of pleasing my mother.

Sugar, if you could just let it go this last time. Just for the family's sake.

I froze. His voice sounded tired and strained. I could tell everything was putting a burden on him, Nadia was once the pride and joy of our parents. She was the daughter they boasted about to their peers and paraded around with endless pride. Now? She was a homewrecker. A mistress of many. A terrible sister. Her image was ruined and it affected my parents greatly.

"D..Dad...I-I..." My resolve began to waiver. But I heard Nadia screeching in the background.

Her campaign against me was failing, spectacularly. She was screaming and crying like a pestilent child. It made my blood boil and I refused to concede again to satiate her tantrum. I gripped my phone tightly. Keeping my tone firm though my heart broke.

"I refuse to apologize to or help Nadia. She made her bed and she must lie in it." I quickly hung up before he could respond and for good marriage I turned my phone off before collapsing into Vincent and V's arms.

This was all so emotional and frustrating, I felt like I lost my family all over again but it needed to be done. I couldn't be a doormat anymore. I wanted to live a life to be proud of and that started with staying firm against the pressure of my family.