Done With My Ex, Moving To The Next

Chapter 12: A Secret For A Life—Mine

Chapter 12: A Secret For A Life(Mine)

I chuckled, careless, as I flipped the brown page of the book in my hands.

It was a mafia novel, one I’d grown attached to over the past weeks. The same one Valerie had slipped into my bag before leaving town.

Her presence had shifted something in me. Not love. But perspective. Maybe I needed to see myself more.

Maybe I needed to spend time all alone. All alone in happiness, I had to build out of the things surrounding me.

My eyes closed in quiet pleasure as I took a long sip from the glass of mango smoothie, sweet and deliberately chosen.

The sweetness touched my taste buds, softly spreading around in a flavor I could never tire of—, no, not in a thousand years.

I rubbed my stomach, and my baby kicked, and I read the next page out loud while the cold breeze touched my skin.

He pulled me closer with a gentle force, his arms wrapped around my waist. Then slowly, his fingers worked up my thighs in an intended motion. Slow. Tickling. Tempting.

“Let's not do this, Warren"

I chuckled again, even harder.

"You're getting the Mafia Man to his knees and backing out now, Daciana” I chuckled again, reading the rest inwardly.

My phone rang out loudly, vibrating in my bag until I mustered the self-control to snatch my attention and pick up the phone call.

That was my new maid, Rose —I’d fired all the other ones after I figured they'd been gossiping behind me and leaking pictures of me on the internet. I didn't want that.

“Hello, ma. A man named Rhys stopped by now and—"

“Why was he there? Did he ask after my husband?" Mr. Dylan would have been just fine, but no. After all, it was just some vows and a ring I now left on my vanity for days.

“No, ma'am. He turned back when I told him neither you nor Mr. Dylan were home." She responded but my chest dropped with a sigh.

“Alright then, I'll be home in a bit anyway,"

I hung up.

Why would Rhys ever want to stop at home? Didn't he know?

It'd been a solid month since Dylan left again without a solid explanation, no calls or anything. And the shocker??

I was undisturbed for no reason. My sanity was my priority.

Valerie had been with me every bit of it until last week, when she left for an emergency out of town.

Even if I had no one, I had her. I had my baby. I had me.

For a minute, I remained in my seat. In admiration. In love with myself.

I didn't know how, but I was suddenly obsessed with myself.

That was who I used to be until it was stolen but Valerie came back to make sure I found myself again.

Yeah, maybe I didn't need Dylan's validation or approval or soft treatment to find myself again.

Maybe I was better off doing things all by myself..and I didn't need to be treated like a queen when I could be the kingmaker myself.

I closed the book, taking the last sip of my smoothie before I headed outside to my car.

I settled in my car when my phone rang.

Dylan. How did he get my new phone number?

My heart slammed against my chest, seeing his call on my screen.

My heart beat with a pang—an inner panic that hadn't solidified.

No. I'd promised myself I would be the person I used to be.

*No, Stella. You can. You can.*

I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel, waiting for the courage that would push me to pick up the phone call.

Instead, it didn't come.

My chest tightened as my breath shallowed.

It wasn't love that hurt. It was the pain that came with remembering him.

Little drops of tears found their way out of my lids, staining my mascara.

I didn't pick up his call, and even when I returned home, I couldn't bring myself to return his calls.

Instead, in the evening, I dashed out of the house, heading to Taylor's.

I didn't know if it was right, especially when Taylor had always been a motherfucker but I needed his help, just this once.

I needed to know Dylan's whereabouts from Taylor, at least to tell him about our baby, even if I didn't want to hear anything he had to say.

We weren't divorced yet, but we were far apart like strangers, and that was okay. I was done looking for love from him.

I didn't need to be loved when I could love myself. And when I had one person who loved me unconditionally—who had loved me all her life.

Taylor was an arse, but at least I didn't fear him as much as I feared the beast I had as a husband.

I'd overheard him some time ago, telling Dylan about a new house of his that he'd just acquired around Brimklyn and they could be there for fun and treat.

Off, I drove to Brimklyn but as I sat behind the wheel, a train of thoughts bombarded my scarred mind.

What if I got there and no one was there?

I had the address of the house already, it was stuffed in the locker of our “s*x room" and I'd grabbed it before heading out of the house.

I sped till I left London behind. No noise. Just quiet.

More reserved. No more pubs. Nor outlets.

Just another elite part like our estate.

I drove till my back began to ache from 2 freaking hours of driving to a place I had never been to, my whole life.

I got inside the estate, and there I was, in front of the house they'd spoken about. A large duplex.

It had a large gate. Exquisite compound and the exterior decor was lit. It was like paradise.

The gate was half-opened and there was no doorbell in sight.

I pushed the passenger gate slightly and it opened. I stepped in to observe the surroundings.

It was a good property. I stood there but no one would come.

Maybe Taylor was too stupid, focusing on other people's marriages rather than making sure his own house had a f*****g doorbell!

I walked towards the entrance of the house, but it was also halfway open. I hesitated, ringing out “hello" several times before I finally pushed in when no one responded.

Holy Mary! The interior decor was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. It was so fine I couldn't resist taking a few pictures. It was a f*****g large duplex!

I walked inside the house, heading to the area that seemed like the bedroom section

There were three rooms upstairs, so I headed upstairs instead.

I stopped when I heard strange sounds coming from one of the rooms. At first, it sounded like grumbling but as I moved closer, it didn't. Two voices. Both men. Making eerily uncomfortable sounds.

My heart pounded as sweat spread around my pores but I didn't stop moving.

I found he exact room, but I could hear someone moaning and another grunting.

My mind was too deep to only listen, I pushed the door open. They didn't notice.

I caught the unholy sight.

Both Dylan and Taylor were buttnaked. Taylor lay on the bed, while Dylan's c**k thrust through Taylor's anus, and he moaned.

“Dylan!" I dropped to the ground.

Dylan pulled back, as shock crept to their faces. Yes, never in a million years would they have expected me.

Taylor pursed his lips and walked out of the room, like he'd been expecting it. I saw disappointment on his face.

Dylan pushed up into the corner, no words leaving his lips.

“Is this what you've always been doing, Dylan?" I asked, fighting the tears but my voice cried even before my eyes.

No response.

“How long has this been going on? You've been gay all this time?? Then, why did you marry me?" I spat, but I feared my tears were going to fall, so I sniffed them back.

“You know, I kept thinking maybe I was not enough. Maybe I wasn't good for you. Maybe I was doing something wrong, but you know what?" I took my eyes off him so he could look at me. I couldn't hold eye contact—he was ashamed.

“This just gave me all the answers"

I turned, heading outside the house, but Taylor was nowhere to be found. I kept walking like I was heading for a prize in my car—a chance to cry out all the tears.

No. I wouldn't break down in here—

A sudden force slammed into the back of my head.

Stars exploded behind my eyes, and the world tilted violently.

My knees buckled out as my vision fractured.

I tried to scream but no sound came. Not even a mumble.

Everything in me numbed.

Someone had done that.

And I knew it wasn't an accident.

Then the next was a kick on my belly.

Was it Dylan or Taylor? both?

But everything went black faster.