White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 33

Back in Dresdale Elizabeth's apartment.

Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open and she groaned as the previous events mixed with her morning sickness sent her rushing from the bed on which she lay through the partially open door of a bathroom.

When her body stopped giving up what was left of her meal and the liqour she had consumed hours earlier she flushed the contents away only to find that her bladder wanted its release as well. After flushing again she wobbled on feet that felt all rubbery to the face basin and stared at her reflection in the mirror of the medicine cabinet above it.

If she did not know who she was the woman staring back at her would have had her reeling away in fright. Her trademark high waist-length ponytail lay twisted at an awkward angle on top of her head as wisps of the golden strands spiked about the once polished moussed and spritz hairstyle.

She frowned and turn on the tap to let water into her hands to rinse her mouth that tasted like the bottom of the red bottoms. She dared not scrutinised her face as running mascara and smeared lipstick completed her wild unkempt attire. Her fuchsia long sleeve, cowl neck, wrap around belted sequin mini dress was also on the list of worst for wear.

Where was the sophisticated and debonair woman who fought as well as worked hard to become who she was today? She is sure as hell was not the woman who stared back at her. The pain of rejection pushed her hard and fast off her pedestal and sent her tumbling into the slough despondency and she could hardly drag herself out of the pit of self-hate.

She knew that beauty and fame meant nothing. All it did was bring with it baggages that weighed you down, and if you were not strong enough depleted your strength and leave you but a shell of broken despair.

She turned away from the mirror with disgust. She hated the pretender that she had become she was just a broken shell and all she had was her mask behind which she hid her sorrow away but the mask was now cracked and her sorrow scared face was beginning to show.

Life they say was a bitch but did they ever consider giving the title over to some of the individuals you let into your heart? She had a few she wanted to brand with the title and some.

She rests her hand on her stomach and thinks of the little life within. Did he or she deserve to be shackled with a pretender like her a coward who hid in affairs because she was scared to love in a world full of phantoms and charades?

A sob escaped her lips and she placed a balled fist against her mouth to stifle the harsh sound but the tears flowed and the bitterness took root. The tears did not offer her a release, it did not wash away the cruelty of her life base on the selfish choices she made.

She had made it to the top of a very gruelling Industry and held her own but her tactics were cruel and many of her maneuvres had her walking mercilessly on the backs of anyone who dared to bend over.

Karma had her by the throat now and it was wrapping the broken cords of the love she threw away out of arrogance tightly around her like a vice. There was no one to release her, not even the friends who she had bought along her rise to fame. They had other buyers who could pay far more than she could, not even her place in the hierarchy kept them because they knew she was nothing if she lost the one thing that kept her there.

Her mind went back to the day prior when she had gone to Deacon's office trying to find a solution for the problem at hand. She sure as hell did not expect him to engaged to his PA.  Her day had turned out to be filled with one surprise after the other.

Deacon was her companion and even though she occasionally shared his bed he had given to her more than any of the partners she had decided to invest in a relationship with.

It was never meant to be more than a sexual partnership with Deacon but as she got to know him she began to develop a sense of security with him until she went and fall hard and deep and pregnant with a child whose father did not want either of them.

She wished she could speak to Deacon but it was all over. She was once again left alone to fend for herself even when she was privileged to have many people eating out of the palm of her hands. It just goes to show you that money can buy so much and keep only so many.

"Hey you're awake," a voice said from the bathroom door startling her out of her deep brooding.

She swallows and wipes the tears from her cheeks and look at the woman who she vaguely remembers.

She moved from the sink and walk to the door and brush past Evelyn telling her that she needs to call her a cab.

Evelyn ignored her and said that she made breakfast and she should eat considering her condition.

Elizabeth turned with glaring eyes to face the woman who was very attractive but had an air of menace about her that left her a bit apprehensive. As much as she was trying to be caring and friendly there was something off about her it was as if she was trying too hard to appear nice.

"Listen I appreciate you looking out for me at the and all," she told her, "but you didn't have to take me to your place and even prepare breakfast. All I need is to go home."

Evelyn ignored her and reached for her hand to lead her out of the room but she snatches it away and said firmly.

"Call me a cab now."

"You need to relax for both yours and the baby's safety," she warned and Elizabeth could not help but feel a shiver run down her spine. "I am sure Deacon would hate to know you've been careless with his unborn child."

Elizabeth was now very much certain what she senses about the woman earlier was nothing to take simple. She was about to clearly show her contempt for her when she decided it was best not to fuel the woman in front of her.

"Could you please call me a cab?" she asked with a much softer tone.

"I made you breakfast," was her reply then she quietly tuned and leave with Elizabeth knowing very well she expected her to follow.

All her life she had been pushed into one tight scrape or the other because of her infidelity, her carefreeness or her blatant disregard for others because she was the Elizabeth Cadwell renowned model, top-class fashionista, rising entrepreneur, mistress, wife and ex-wife to some rather influential men.

She had claimed it and done it all but even though it made her she was nothing but petty and self observed. Something told her if she should display this attitude towards Evelyn she would find herself held in contempt.

She took a steadying breath and followed Evelyn knowing that the woman wanted something from her and the only way to find out what it is was by sticking around and play nicely even if her stomach was clenched with dread.

As she walked from the bedroom her bare feet falling softly on the carpet she wished for salvation and safety.

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Elizabeth is about to realize she is out of her comfort zone and with Evelyn, she is just the tool she is going to use to teach Wendy a lesson.

                               
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