Wife Swap - S01 E42

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Wife Swap - S01 E42

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 42

ATHENA POV

"Mason!" I shout his name as soon as i get in. He is nowhere to be found.

"Mason!" I shout again and the only presence i am graced with is my mother as she walks in attempting to tie her robe.

"It is bad luck to shout at night, you are attracting evil spirits," She scolds.

"Too late, the evil spirit is already here," I snap back.

"That is a cruel thing to say about your husband," She says.

"Ex husband mum, i am divorcing him," I tell her incase he didn't tell her. Whom am i kidding? I am sure he already did.

"Don't be ridiculous Athena, you don't want to live with the reputation of a divorcee," She chuckles.

"But being a widower is okay, maybe i should kill him like you did with Dad," I say and the words i spoke ring in my head, this why i bite my tongue, always.

"What did you just say?" She asks, anger rising within her.

I take a step back, afraid of what I see in her eyes. "I know your secret, Dad knew too, and it killed him."

In this poignant moment, the room seems to hold its breath, enveloped in a delicate tension. The color drains from her face, leaving her complexion pale.

"Is that why you don't care that Mason does the same thing you did to Dad? Does me staying with him, despite that, ease your guilt that what you did wasn't wrong?" I can't stop myself once i have crossed that line.

Her brows furrow slightly, and my gaze linger on her. She is torn between a desire to confront me, to demand an explanation, and the fear of what my knowledge might mean for her carefully constructed world.

"I don't want to see you here tomorrow," She speaks, her eyes darting around the room, unable to meet my unwavering stare.

"It is my father's house," I answer but she just leaves me with no other words and then the realization of what i have said hits me and all i am filled with is remorse.

Probably Mason is sleeping in the room my father slept in. I head to my room and sigh once in. I wish my father was here.

I remove my shoes and for once i sleep with clothes i have had outside. Sleep eludes me for a while but it eventually comes and i welcome it.

I open my eyes, my body is sweating and hot. I attempt to move and i feel the weight of a blanket on me. I don't remember covering myself with the big blanket. I feel something move to my waist and pull me to a hard body.

"I miss sleeping with you," I hear Mason speak and i freeze, am i imagining him here?

"Mason?" I call out slow, maybe it is those evil spirits that i invited.

"Yes, baby." He says.

I throw my leg and hit his thigh just to make sure he is real, "Ouch!" He whines.

"What are you doing on my bed?" I ask.

"We are married," There he goes again throwing that card that he uses to justify and get his way.

"Not for long," I say.

"But we are now," He lifts his head to look at me.

"Get out of my bed!" I order him and all he does is start laughing. I get annoyed and sit upright, leaning on my headboard. "What is funny?" I ask him.

He sits upright too and watch his hand move to touch my mated hair, "You are so beautiful. How blind was i?" He says detangling a strand of hair.

"Stop speaking nonsense, Mason." I say tired.

"It is not nonsense, i mean it," He insists and i see him lean forward.

I take a deep breath, unable to find my words.

"I am sorry for what i put you through. Just to know it was never your fault, women have been the great white whale of my life. Looking for the perfect one while i should have know that, the "best" is the enemy of the "good". He says.

I shake my head, "what are you even saying? we were married! what perfect woman were you looking for?"

He stares at me with a wary look, realizing his mess. "This is why i can't afford to loose you." He says and gets closer as i feel the warm of his leg on mine.

"Just..." He stops me as his lips starts to kiss me and i am frozen at my spot unable do anything. His tongue attempts to coerce me into giving in but my mind is wide awake and i know i don't want that.

I push him away from me. He is surprised by my reaction and he quickly takes my hand, "I am sorry i can't help myself," He mutters. He pulls my hand with his under the blanket until it touches his hard dick, "This is what you do to me," He says as i pulls my hand away. I didn't even realize he didn't have clothes on.

"Only you could be thinking of sex now, while for months you didn't care because you had Esme." I snap at him, his manipulation to favor his selfish desires knows no bounds.

He looks at me and thinks for a moment, "Fine, I pushed you and you need time." I wake up, and even in the dark, I can see his form, but it no longer stirs the effect it once held.

I watch as he picks up his wifebeater and wears it, followed by his shorts.

"Sleep well. I am hopeful that all this will be over," he says, and I sneer at him as he leaves.

Men! They only care when you stop caring. It's like, in a twisted way, they enjoy the chase.

I pick up my phone and stare at it. I open a chat box, conflicted whether to contact Rome. Should I just ask if he got home safely? But I feel like a work in progress, and by doing so, I'll be dragging him into my mess. I'm not ready.