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And there it was. The final nail on the coffin of their relationship.
Carina's eyes were on Sven and his figure, but they were glazed over and unfocused as she came to terms with what had just been confessed. A part of her had hoped that her suspicions would be unfounded and that he would shake his head, tell her no. However, she had known deep down that that would never happen. It opened a door to new, dark and toxic thoughts: did he actually ever mean to act on his words of trying again with her? Did he really love her the way he said? Did he just say to her, that night, everything he thought she wanted to hear?
Regardless of what he said he had told Eris, he had still gone back to that woman. Despite his bittersweet words of her being the love of his life (which had brought tears to her eyes in a brief moment of weakness), he still went back to his mistress.
"Get out."
The words were whispered, voice wavering and cracking in the first show of pain she had allowed him to see. Her eyes came back into focus and, much to her dismay, she found them brimming. The view she had was watery, her vision blurred as she tipped her head back and sucked in an almost inaudible, deep breath.
"Just-- please. Just get out."
Carina wasn't sure what it was. But everything suddenly felt more finalised and real. Previously, Lorcan's kidnapping and the war had kept her numb to the state of her marriage and helped her ignore the betrayal she face. Now that was gone, however, there was no layers of other (mostly negative) emotions keeping her numb from the truth that had just hit her square in the chest with Sven's words.
Their marriage was over. The last person she thought she had that loved her had hurt her beyond repair. Perhaps he never had any intention of trying again, but how was she to know for certain now? It didn't matter. None of it did. All that mattered now was the child that rested against her chest.
"I would also appreciate if you kept away from me for the next few days or so during my first initial stages of recovery and settling back into the way of things," she carried on after a few sharp sniffs to fight back the tears, head lowering again but turning to the side to refrain from facing him straight on, "I don't want the constant sting of your betrayal to paralyse me each time I see your face. I will not have the time or the energy to replay our conversations in my mind or ask myself where it all went wrong."
She straightened her spine, gaze now focused on Lorcan, "It would be best for the both of us if we begin to move on and right now, when I look at you, I see her too and it makes me want to snap."
Carina's eyes were on Sven and his figure, but they were glazed over and unfocused as she came to terms with what had just been confessed. A part of her had hoped that her suspicions would be unfounded and that he would shake his head, tell her no. However, she had known deep down that that would never happen. It opened a door to new, dark and toxic thoughts: did he actually ever mean to act on his words of trying again with her? Did he really love her the way he said? Did he just say to her, that night, everything he thought she wanted to hear?
Regardless of what he said he had told Eris, he had still gone back to that woman. Despite his bittersweet words of her being the love of his life (which had brought tears to her eyes in a brief moment of weakness), he still went back to his mistress.
"Get out."
The words were whispered, voice wavering and cracking in the first show of pain she had allowed him to see. Her eyes came back into focus and, much to her dismay, she found them brimming. The view she had was watery, her vision blurred as she tipped her head back and sucked in an almost inaudible, deep breath.
"Just-- please. Just get out."
Carina wasn't sure what it was. But everything suddenly felt more finalised and real. Previously, Lorcan's kidnapping and the war had kept her numb to the state of her marriage and helped her ignore the betrayal she face. Now that was gone, however, there was no layers of other (mostly negative) emotions keeping her numb from the truth that had just hit her square in the chest with Sven's words.
Their marriage was over. The last person she thought she had that loved her had hurt her beyond repair. Perhaps he never had any intention of trying again, but how was she to know for certain now? It didn't matter. None of it did. All that mattered now was the child that rested against her chest.
"I would also appreciate if you kept away from me for the next few days or so during my first initial stages of recovery and settling back into the way of things," she carried on after a few sharp sniffs to fight back the tears, head lowering again but turning to the side to refrain from facing him straight on, "I don't want the constant sting of your betrayal to paralyse me each time I see your face. I will not have the time or the energy to replay our conversations in my mind or ask myself where it all went wrong."
She straightened her spine, gaze now focused on Lorcan, "It would be best for the both of us if we begin to move on and right now, when I look at you, I see her too and it makes me want to snap."