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For a second, I start to think that maybe this is Nyla trying to get me back for today, but that can't be it. One she doesn't know where I live and two, I don't really think breaking and entering is her type of thing.
Once I verify that there isn't anyone in the main area, I tip toe my way up the taupe carpet stairs that lead up to the main sleeping areas. I use all the calming techniques that I know of, just to make sure I don't freeze if and when the time comes.
I check the first room and let out a breath when I don't see anyone in there.
"Fucking hell, all these god-damn rooms." Now that I am on a search for a potential intruder, I am beginning to hate the fact that I had a place with so much space. Sure, I have money to burn, but I would have been just fine in a ranch style two bedroom home.
My mother is the one that insisted that I buy something that would be comfortable now and in the future. She was adamant that being one of the elite class in the town, I needed to be living in a place that reflected that fact. I don't know why I bothered to listen to her when I never had before. Every other day I tend to like the space and the freedom it gives me living in a place this big, but today when I'm fearing for my life, not so much.
I ready the knife again as I put my hand out. Just as my hand touches the knob on the second guest bedroom, I hear a sound coming from down the hall. From the master bedroom.
I abandon my search in this bedroom and slowly walk towards the master. I huff out three deep breaths to make sure my body is saturated with oxygen in case I need it for a fight. I raise the knife and put my other hand on the door knob. I don't open it all the way, instead I only peek.
Pure annoyance rushes through my veins when I see who it is that is in my room.
I drop the knife on the small table that is by the door and glare at her as I push it all the way open.
"What the hell are you doing in my house, Cynthia?"
"Oh, Nic, don't be like that." She coos at me sexily. I let my eyes rake down her body, the further I get, the more disgusted I am. She's laying in the middle of my king-sized bed with a bottle of champagne in one hand, leaning back on her elbows. She's wearing a very slinky black lingerie number that lets me see the peach color flesh of her C cupped tits. The bottom of the lingerie is sheer and has a slit where the crotch should be. At any other time and any other woman I'd probably be all over that, but right now, she was the last person I wanted to see.
"Cynthia. Put your damn clothes on and go home." I say, walking over to my closet to find something I no longer wanted for her to wear, just in case she only came here in a coat or something.
"But I am home, Nic. Don't you remember this was the home that you and I built."
I sigh angrily and turn back toward her, "Yeah, the home you fought with me on every step of the way. Then, when I gave in and let you have your way, you decided that you didn't like it and demanded a new one. The house you have now is the house you requested in the divorce settlement. This is my home and you're trespassing." I keep my voice firm and look away from her again.
"Nic, you knew what I meant, you don't have to be so clinical about everything." She huffs out and slides off the bed. I cringe when I hear her feet hit the carpet because I know she's on her way to me.
"Yeah… I absolutely knew what you meant, and you know you're wrong. What are you doing here, Cynthia?" I ask her and finally turn, so I can move away from her.
"Oh Nic, I came to tell you that ever since I saw you again in the clinic, I just can't get you out of my mind. We had something really good back then, and I hate that we've come to this." She puts her hands on my arms and I want to shake her off.
"You decided that this is what we were going to become, remember."
"No I didn't Nic. I want you. I miss you. I want to come back home." She pouts and moves in closer to me like she's going to kiss me. I nearly back up into my wall when I realize what she's doing.
"Cynthia, have you forgotten everything that we went through? We made each other miserable. We hardly ever talked to each other, and when we did, it was only to argue. That's what you want to do again? I don't want that. I'm too old to be thinking about the next time we're going to fight." I wave my hand in front of my face, when a startling fact comes surging to the front of my mind. I side step her, getting as far away from her as I can.
"What about your husband? You know, the one that's waiting for you back at home, and the baby you're about to have? Did you forget all of that?"
"Oh Nic, I don't love him and if the baby is an issue for you, there are options that I can still take." She tells me and shrugs one shoulder. She's never been more ugly to me than she is right now. I can't believe there was a time I ever thought she and I were meant to be together.
"Cynthia, get out of my house. Go home and sleep off whatever the hell this is." I open my bedroom door and stand there, no longer trying to entertain this bullshit.
"Oh, baby, I know you don't mean that. You know I'm the only one who -"
I cut her off, finally losing the last shreds of my patience that I was holding on to, "I said get the fuck out of my house! What the hell don't you understand about the situation? I don't want you. Not now, not later, never again! And if you ever break in to my house again I will not hesitate to have you arrested, history or not!" I snap at her.
Her back straightens and her nostrils flare before she squints her eyes at me and pulls her hand back to slap me across the face.
The sting against my cheek solidifies my opinion of her.
It seems like the little witch’s disguise has fallen off.
"You're such a fool, Nic. You think I don't know what's going on with you. You're trying to ruin everything that you've got here. Yeah, I know all about that little hussy nurse that's been running behind you sniffing around like a puppy looking for scraps." She hisses out, and I have to tighten my grip on my door, so I don't grab hold of her neck to get her to shut up. She has no right to talk about Nyla like that. She doesn't know anything about her.
"You're out here acting like a first class fool in front of all your neighbors and colleagues for what, to see her smile a little bit? You're a world-class physician, Nic! Your family is worth billions. You're an elite member of society, and you're trying to throw it away because you're about to go through a fucking midlife crisis. I may not be the bubbly, optimistic girl, but at least I'm not blind. That woman is going to leave here either once she figures out that no matter how much potential you have, you're never going to change or when she gets her hooks so deep into you that you do change and become the joke she's making you out to be. Is that woman worth all you have because that's precisely what you're giving up. " Cynthia glares at me one final time before she leans and grabs what looks like her trench coat off the back hook on my door and puts it on. I have nothing else to say to her, but I can't stop the anger that's building up inside of me.
