Beep. Beep. Beep
My phone keeps alerting me to incoming messages. Go away, leave me alone, don’t you understand my life has imploded.
Beep. Beep.
Fuck men, those fucking cheating bastards and their snarky ass mistresses.
Beep. Beep.
Fuck my life.
Beep. Beep.
Just fuck it.
Throwing my phone against the wall hoping it would stop, I watch as it bounces off the cream wall hitting the floor with a thud. I need to pee and clean my teeth. Looking into the bathroom mirror my face is pale, my green eyes are bloodshot. I look like shit. I’m not even sure how I made it back to bed after my breakdown beside the toilet last night.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Leave me alone.” I grumble out loud.
More messages, my stomach rolls thinking about them. Leave me alone! Picking the stupid thing off the ground, I see Beau’s name. I drop to the bed flicking through the million messages from concerned people. Some from my parents, I’m just glad they left early and didn’t have to see their daughter publicly humiliated. They must be so worried. I don’t know what to say to them; I’ll worry about them later.
There’s a couple from Stacey, my assistant, telling me she has cancelled my media appointments. Once a week I work with a morning show, being their on-air fashion commentator and stylist. I don’t think I could face walking onto that stage and smiling to the millions that watch the show; pimping out some outfit, knowing they have probably read the gossip mags about my marriage. Stacey has also issued a press release advising no comment on last night’s events. I think I need to give her a bonus for coordinating this mess for me.
I have tons of messages from Vanessa, one of my oldest friends. Actually more like my sister. Our parents are best friends and business partners and we have known each other since birth. She’s currently traveling through America as PR manager for Dirty Texas. Dirty fucking Texas; the biggest and hottest band on the planet. You can’t turn on the radio without one of their songs playing in the Top 40. I miss her so much. Wish she was here with me now. We could curse out Beau, get drunk, cry and eat tubs full of choc-chip cookie dough ice cream to make me feel better.
Another message from Beau lights up my screen asking if I am okay?
What do you think dickhead, I am sitting here celebrating the fact my husband is a cheating scumbag? I take a deep breath and shoot him a text.
Sienna: I’m at Derricks. I’m staying here for a while.
A message comes back immediately.
Beau: Sisi, I’m sorry, please come home. I can go somewhere else.
Anger fills me.
Sienna: I’m sure Diana would be delighted. You can now live the life you were supposed to have. Isn’t that what she said?
Was I the poor substitute for Diana all these years? His family made it clear she was always who he was supposed to marry. Her photo haunted me every time I visited my in-laws home. Pictures from Beau’s high school formal taking pride and place beside their wedding photo. There was none of Beau and me together anywhere. It’s not my fault they broke up after high school and she moved to Europe. Wasn’t my fault I met Beau at University, or even the fact that he asked me out – was not my fault. Again wasn’t my fault six months later when he whisked me away to Las Vegas and married me when I turned 21.
The little bubbles hovered for a while; I guess he’s choosing the right words.
Beau: I never meant for this to happen. I was faithful to you all those years, she’s the first. I don’t know how this happened.
It’s simple Beau; your dick went into her vagina.
Sienna: Do you love her?
The waiting for his answer was killing me.
Beau: It’s complicated.
What the fuck kind of answer is that. Nothing complicated about it at all. You love her so that’s why you cheated on me.
Sienna: Why her? You could have been with anyone else. I may even have forgiven you for it, but her. Why did you choose her? Why?
Beau: It just happened.
Right there … my heart broke. I would have felt better if he had said she was the love of his life. We had a healthy sex life; I was a good wife, we were both busy with our careers but we never neglected each other. I don’t understand!
Sienna: Was I a horrible wife? Did I do something wrong? I don’t get it, I thought we were happy?
My hands shaking as I typed the message out.
Beau: No Sisi, you were perfect, you are perfect. I’m the one that messed up and I am the one that has to deal with the consequences.
Damn right he does.
Sienna: I can’t forgive you over this. I want a divorce.
Beau: I know. I will sort it, okay. I won’t fight you on anything, I promise. I still love you Sienna, I always will. Just know I had no choice.
What the hell! Beau, you had a choice; you should have kept your cock in your pants. You should have said no to her advances. You had fucking choices!
Sienna: We all have choices, Beau. You chose the wrong one.
Beau: I know, I know I did.
The smell of bacon filters through my door, tossing my phone on the bed, I’ve had enough of Beau for the day.
“Morning, Princess.” Derrick calls out from behind the island bench, dishing out bacon and eggs onto a white plate. “How are you?” His face softens as he looks at me.
“I spoke to Beau.”
Derrick hands me breakfast as we sit down at the table together. “And?” He questions, raising an eyebrow at me.
“I hate him D. I hate him so fucking much. He doesn’t sound like the man I married.” Tears threaten to spill again, I push myself to hold them back, I am sick of crying over this man who doesn’t seem to give a fuck about me.
“I’m sorry, Si. You don’t deserve this. Maybe it’s an early mid-life crisis. He should have bought a fucking Ferrari, not fuck that ice princess ex-girlfriend.” He responds, giving my hand a squeeze.
The mention of Diana made my stomach recoil again.
“I am here for you, babe; you know that.”
I nod because I know Derrick will be there for me through thick and thin.