Chapter 134
Reyna Dawson's POV (Blake's mom)
"Max, where are you going?" I ask him but he ignores me and continues taking out his shirts and trousers, coats and every single piece of clothing he owns, out of our closet. I was reading a book in bed, waiting for him to come to bed but he only came in, not saying a word, and opened the closet, walked in and began what he's been doing for the last ten minutes. Since we came back to our house, things haven't been the same, even after we had a talk, he hasn't been sleeping with me in the same bed. Instead, he's been sleeping in the guestroom. I don't even know why my mind tricked me into thinking he'd come to sleep with me tonight.
"Could you sleep here tonight?" I ask but he continues to ignore me and I leave the bed and walk into our large walk-in closet. I place my hand on his shoulder and he jumps and turns to face me.
"Don't ever touch me again!" he growls and my jaw drops.
"This is absurd! Why won't you sleep in the same bed with me? I am your legal wife, Max. You can't just do what you're doing," I complain and he pauses.
"I'm permanently moving into the guestroom, so there's no point in coming into this room every morning to get clothes to wear. I'm taking all of them out of here so I won't bother you," he says.
"My love, but I'm not bothered at all by your presence. A person like you shouldn't be sleeping in the guestroom of his own house–" he cuts me off.
"Well a person like you, should be sleeping in the guestroom. This is my house, Reyna, I should be the one sleeping in this room but you know what? I was raised to treat people with respect. Plus, I haven't forgotten you cheated on me, I'm still not ready to sleep in the same room and bed with you. Who knows? You could be plotting my murder and choose to take action while I'm asleep," he says and I lack words to respond.
If I had wanted to kill this man, I'd have done it a long time ago but I wouldn't be stupid enough to kill him while he's sleeping. I'd have chosen a very unsuspecting moment to do that, a moment when he's in a very good mood infact–
"Move," he says and knocks my shoulder as he walks out of the closet carrying his clothes.
"Darling, please... I still love you. For Blake's sake–"
"Don't you dare bring Blake into this. He's a grown man, he can take good care of himself. Go to sleep," he says and continues walking past our bed and to the door.
"I... I can't allow you to sleep in the guestroom again," I blurt out and he slowly turns around, hands full of his clothes and hangers.
"Great! If you don't want me to sleep in the guestroom anymore, then why don't you go and sleep there instead and I'll take the bedroom. Or better yet, I can just leave and go sleep in a hotel. You know money is not a problem– oh, wait, your stupidity and selfish actions are already making me bankrupt," he deadpans and walks out of the bedroom and my legs swiftly carry me towards him.
The guestroom is right downstairs I and follow him quietly and he halts but doesn't turn.
"Don't even think about following me," he says, "If you want me to be happy, stay away from me. Now go to sleep... No, do whatever you want, just don't come into the guestroom," he continues, "Smoke a cigarette or something or drink your worries away. I don't care."
Each word that comes out of his mouth slices my heart into micro pieces and the pain on the left side of my chest, makes me sob.
"I still love you, Max. With all my heart!" I yell at the top of my lungs and he turns to face me and sighs.
"I've heard that countless times, Reyna. But you still cheated on me. I gave you everything! Every single thing you have, I gave it to you. A lavish life, fame, money... I don't love you, but I love my son so much. If you really loved me, as you claim, you wouldn't have done what you did. I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize that I don't love you. I never have! We've been faking everything all because of our parents, who forced me to marry you when they fucking knew who and what I wanted. You ruined my life!" he barks.
"Bloody hell! I did not ruin your life–"
"Oh really? Then why in the world are we yelling at each other at this time of the night huh? It's almost midnight for crying out loud! Look at us," he points in between us, "We can't even sleep in the same bed yet you claim you didn't ruin my life? You cheated on me with my enemy. That fucking prick!"
"You don't have to keep reminding me of my mistakes. I know what I did." I sigh heavily and frown.
He shakes his head and looks at his feet.
"But you didn't think about the consequences, did you?" he asks and once again, I am speechless. "Your silence speaks volumes," he says and walks away, straight into the guestroom and he bangs the door quite loudly that the sound makes me jump.
"Bugger!" I curse under my breath and stomp my way back to the bedroom and slam the damn door shut and lean against it, sliding all the way down to the floor as tears well up in my eyes. The pain in my chest has become unbearable now. I can't take it anymore! I grab handfuls of my hair and pull it so hard that my scalp stings when I let go.
Sometimes I love him so much. Sometimes I hate him so much, that I want to stab him to death! Fucking plonker!
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