Their relationship often struck a nerve 2

Their relationship often struck a nerve 2

Chapter Two

Author: Anney GW

Last Updated:2025-03-04 14:48:57

Celeste’s POV

Damien grunted, and his pleasure tore a cry from my throat. He whipped his face away from Vanessa to stare at me in shock. Then he called my name as he untangled himself from her.

The sight of them made me nauseous. I had to get away.

I shut the door and dabbed my face dry. Anger ignited next to the heartbreak. I would get Bonnie, we would leave and I would never see that unfaithful bastard again.

Mind made up, I hurried back the way I came. Damien’s voice echoed behind me and I ignored him until he grabbed my arm.

The suit I had picked out and carefully pressed was crumpled from their escapades. Vanessa sauntered over, unbothered, with her hair a mess.

“Celeste, please let me explain.” Damien begged.

I pulled my arm free from his grip. “I don’t want to hear it, Damien. There is nothing you could possibly say that will fix this.”

Vanessa reached us and tucked herself into Damien’s side. I could still see a hint of that satisfied smirk on her lips.

“I’m so sorry, Celeste. Neither of us meant for this to happen.” Her voice sounded genuine, while her eyes twinkled with glee. “Damien and I, we just have this connection—”

“Not now, Vanessa.” He interrupted.

Damien being with another woman just two hours before our wedding absolutely broke me. But Vanessa’s betrayal hurt, too.

“I loved you like a sister, Vanessa. How could you do this to me?”

She leaned closer to Damien. “Maybe you should have taken better care of your man, sweetie.”

Her condescending tone made my blood boil. I couldn’t believe I never realised how two-faced and selfish she was.

“Are you seriously saying it’s my fault you slept with my husband?”

Damien detached himself from Vanessa and reached for my hand.

“Look Celeste, if you’ll just calm–”

I stepped back, my voice rising to match my rage. “How long has this been going on? Since she started working for you?” They said nothing. “I can’t believe this!”

“I can explain. Please don’t throw our family away, Celeste.” Damien pleaded.

“You threw our family away when you slept with that backstabbing bitch. This wedding is not happening. I’m taking my daughter and I’m leaving.”

Damien shouted for me to stop and listen. I ignored him and hurried to the makeup room, my emotions in turmoil.

“Mommy, do you like my makeup?” Bonnie asked as soon as she saw me.

Kelly had done a great job. It was a pity it was all in vain.

“Yes, honey. It looks lovely.”

Kelly’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Mrs Kent, your eyeliner is smudged. Let me fix that up for you.”

“It’s alright.” I said as I grabbed my handbag and Bonnie’s hand. “You can go home now, Kelly. Thanks for your hard work.”

I left the confused makeup artist behind and made my way to the venue’s exit as quickly as Bonnie’s legs would allow. I needed to get out of here before Damien found me.

If he was even looking for me.

“Mommy, where’s your pretty white dress?”

“I don’t need it anymore, Bonnie.”

“Why?”

Her question shoved the knife deeper into my heart. I would have to explain to my daughter that our lives as we knew them were over. Our family had been permanently destroyed.

How do you tell a five-year-old that?

I took a deep breath. “Because Daddy and Mommy are not having a wedding anymore.”

“Why?”

I stopped and picked her up.

“Bonnie, Daddy did something bad with Auntie Vanessa.”

“What did Daddy do?”

Her pretty face was so innocent. I could never tell her the truth.

“It doesn’t matter, honey. But we can’t all live together anymore. We’re going home to pack our things and find a new home. Just the two of us.”

Damien may have destroyed our family, but I’d always be Bonnie’s mother and she’d always be my daughter. We’d start over together.

“But I want to live with Daddy and Auntie Vanessa!”

It felt like I’d been sucker-punched in the gut.

This final betrayal hurt beyond anything I could imagine. The child I cared for with all my being chose her father, who hardly had time for her, and her aunt, who never cleaned a single diaper or snotty nose, over me.

It was more than I could take.

Bonnie whined. “I wanna go down. I want Daddy!”

Damien and Vanessa had just come into the reception area. I let Bonnie wiggle out of my hold and watched numbly as she ran and jumped into Vanessa’s arms.

“Honey, are you sure? You won’t get to hear a bedtime story from Mommy tonight,” I said, my smile feeling like a mask over the pain.

Bonnie just shrugged, like it didn’t matter.

“It’s okay, Mommy. Auntie Vanessa can tell me a story.”

“Fine, just don’t kick the covers off when you sleep tonight,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I turned and walked away, my vision blurring as I left the wedding reception.

My suitcase bulged as I finished packing. But there were so many things I’d have to leave behind.

I took one last look at our bedroom. My stomach twisted as I wondered if Damien and Vanessa ever made love in our bed. If they hadn’t, they probably would now.

I slammed the door shut and dragged my suitcase downstairs.

My fingers trembled as I opened a little black box. The ring inside was the one I had been dreaming of for five years.

I would never get to wear it.

I left the ring on the coffee table, next to the divorce agreement I had printed and signed as soon as I got home. Damien would find them without a problem.

Leaving the living room, I dug my phone out of my bag.

6 missed calls from mom

Shit. I immediately called her back. She must have been frantic.

“Celeste, dear, what’s happening? Vanessa told the guests the wedding was off.”

The concern in her voice finally unleashed my tears.

“Mom, I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened to you when you warned me about Damien. I was so blind. So stupid.” My throat burned as I forced the words out. “I’m d-divorcing Damien. He’s having an affair, mom.”

The line was quiet for a moment.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart.”

The gentle kindness of her voice sent me into a sobbing fit. I wasn’t completely alone. My mother was still there for me.

“Don’t cry. It’s not your fault, you hear me?” She sounded stern.

I could only nod as I tried to calm down.

“I’m going to find that good-for-nothing bastard and make him regret the day he hurt my baby.”

The gung-ho determination in her voice actually made me laugh through the tears.

“It’s fine, mom. I’ve already signed the divorce papers and I’m leaving the house now.”

“Good. I’m proud of you, Celeste. You call me if you need anything at all, okay?”

I smiled, feeling a little less hopeless.

“Thanks, mom.”

I hung up and dried my face. If my family didn’t want me to be their wife or mother, then I would be myself. I had sacrificed everything for them, and they took it for granted.

It was time I rediscovered who I was.

With my suitcase in hand, I left my home of five years and I didn’t look back.

Their relationship often struck a nerve

Their relationship often struck a nerve

Status: Ongoing

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