Chapter 72
NAOMI
As we s
step into a
into the house, the tense silence
lete that filled the carn
ride home still hangs heavy in
y in the air, a suffocating fog that refuses to lift.
The silence sucks, a physical presence that seems to whip us both, making it hard to breathe, to think, to be in the same space together.
It’s as if the car’s confines had bottled ups emotions, and now, in the vastness of the mansion, they’ve spilled out, filling every corner with an uncomfortable, heavy stillness.
The moment
it Circenn opened his mouth and said to divorce, I didn’t know how to reply.
I wanted it.
I’ve been yapping about getting a divorce, but the moment he opens his mouth and makes a placement on it, I don’t know why I became mute at that moment.
And he didn’t try to pressure me into replying.
It was like the words from him, felt like a shock to him too,
And that has been the silence that we’ve been carrying
Elena bounds up to us, a big furry smile plastered on her face, and offers to take my purse, but when she catches sight of our gloomy faces, her grin falters and she freezes, her eyes darting hack and forth between Circenn and me
The smile drains from her face like water down a sinkhole, replaced by a look of concern and confusion
She gulps hard, like she’s swallowing a big lump of anxiety, and her eyes cloud over with a mix of sympathy and unease. It’s like she’s sensing the tension between us, and it’s killing her usual bubbly vibe.
“Good e–evening” she stutters.
“Hi” I mutter numbly, the first word I’ll be saying since I heard the word divorce.
Circenn acknowledges her with a slight glance before leaving the two of us alone.
“Ma’am are you okay?” She looks deeply frightened.
“I guess,” I sigh, going to the couch and plopping down carefully,
Elena trails beside me and sits next to me.
As I take my shoes off, she asks,
“Is everything okay! Why are you both back early, why do you look like that! Was there a light?”
Her words are fast and rushed, even a child can tell she’s nervous.
Right
She’s the one on the edge of our divorce.
“We’re okay” I nod.
She looks at me, not believing a word
“Will you guys really divorce!” She asks, reading my thoughts like a book.
Shit.
Tim to her a
and snap
“Who said anything about divorcing, we’re line, stop worrying
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*Is there anything you’d like me to do for you?” she asks.
I shake my head.
“You can make yourself some nice hot chocolate tea and get some rest, stop being nervous
about
ny marriage my
“My future lies in your marriage, ma’am. I have to be honest with myself” she continues.
I smile.
“I understand, but do not worry, if it does come to an end, which it won’t. I’ll make sure that you future will be as bubbly as ever”
Her eyes widen in surprise, gazing at me with a mixture of gratitude and admiration, and before she can even express her thanks, I can see it written all over her face.
“Oh, thank you so much, ma’am!” she exclaims, her voice bursting with genuine appreciation, her smile radiating warmth and sincerity.
The way ‘she beams at me, her eyes shining like stars, shows just how much she values this small act of kindness, and it’s clear that her thanks come straight from the heart.
“Now If you excuse me I get on my feet.
“Good night ma’am” she says and watches me ascend up the stairs.
Before getting into our own bedroom. I peer into the boys‘ room. I’m met with a heartwarming sight – my two little bundles of energy, fast asleep and snuggled up together like two peas in a pod.
Despite having their own separate beds, they’ve somehow managed to migrate to each other’s side, their tiny bodies angled in a way that makes them seem like they’re trying to merge into one being.
It’s as if they’re drawn to each other’s presence, even in slumber, and it fills my heart with joy and love to see them so comfortable and content in each other’s company.
The sight of them warms my heart deeply and I give both of them warm kisses on their sleeping faces before leaving the room.
Standing outside our bedroom, I can hear my heart beating like I am about to play a horrible game with a wicked competitor.
My thoughts are jumbled and the only face I can see is Circenn and the word, divorce seeping out from his lips.
I take a deep breath and open the door.
I enter the room, and my eyes land on Circenn, standing there shirtless, his belt undone, and his eyes fixed on the task at hand.
But as our gazes meet, he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t acknowledge my presence in the slightest
It’s as if I’m invisible, a ghost hovering in the doorway.
He continues to undress, his movements deliberate and slow, his expression unreadable.
“Circenn” I call
He manages to raise his head towards me
“About earlier” begin.
He nods. “Can we talk about earlier tomorrow, I’m pretty beat and I would love to rest and calculate my thoughts, thanks”
His voice is so raspy and truly beat.
I nod.
I’ll not like to talk about it too,
After showering and changing into my Night dress, I lie on the bed, and glance at
It is currently 10pm and I am not sleepy at all.
Circenn who is still asteen
Hut I need to sleep, because I hate how heavy my heart feels and how occupied my thoughts are
9:13 AM
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It’s stressing me out.
I leave the lights on and fall on the bed.
I don’t think about anything and just slightly turn to Circenn.
Do I really want to divorce him?
I look away from him and turn to look around the room.
If we do divorce, a lot of things will change. I’ll miss this place and I’m sure my boys will hate the idea of going back and forth between me and their father. And Circenn might get the black empire taken away from him.
my mind like a centipede.
I turn to face him again, and like a movie, all the good memories I have with him start
start to crawl into my
Gosh I hate this.
Now I understand why things become sweeter when you are about to be done with them…
Like ice cream for example. Spaghetti and meatballs and then, this sham marriage.
As I stare at him. Without even realizing it, my hand rises, and my fingers begin to trace the contours of Circenn’s face, as if drawn to him by an
Invisible force.
Shit. I want to stop, but I can’t,
So I let my forefinger tenderly y outline the strong lines of his nose, the curves of his eyes, and the softness of his lashes.
My touch is gentle, almost reverent, as I explore the familiar spaces of his features.
My finger continues its journey, grazing the softness of his lips, sending a shiver down my spine.
As my fingers nibble on his lips, gently. His eyes flutter open and his voice follows.
“Is this what you do when I’m asleep?
