A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Twenty Nine

Billie's POV:

When Billie pulled up outside her house, she reluctantly cut the engine off. The road ahead looked far too tempting, and she wanted nothing more than to just keep on driving further and further away from her "home". It wasn't her home anymore, not since she'd met y/n.

Pulling out her phone she typed out a quick message to the younger woman. "I love you." A soft smile creeping onto her face as she did so, she really felt like a lovesick teenager.

Basking in the silence, revelling in the quiet calm it gave her, she slipped her phone back into her purse before pulling out a pack of unopened cigarettes from her glove compartment. It was a rare occasion for the blonde to indulge in such an addictive habit, but when she was stressed or feeling anxious she would often sit in her car and puff away on a cigarette until she felt at ease; although it did nothing to prevent the inevitable.

Rolling down her window, Billie welcomed the cold evening breeze as she placed a cigarette between her lips, swiftly lighting it and admiring the gentle flicker of the flame before returning the pack of cigarettes and lighter back to their designated hiding spot.

Resting her head against the head rest, the blonde took a long, steady drag of her cigarette, instantly succumbing to the intoxication that oozed through her body. A sense of peace ran through her bloodstream, submitting to the momentary relaxation that was offered to her, before she was to face her husband.

She didn't finish the entire cigarette because like always once the satisfaction had worn off, she began to feel somewhat nauseous. Flicking the remainder outside she rolled up the window before popping a piece of gum in her mouth and stepping out of the car, digging her heel firmly into the unfinished cigarette that glimmered on the floor.

Retrieving her bags from the trunk of her car, she began to make her way up the path towards her front door. The entire street was eerily silent only disturbed by the sound of Billie's  heels against the concrete.

Upon entering her house she was met with more silence accompanied by darkness which added to the uneasiness she felt inside. Discarding her bags by the front door, she kicked off her shoes and shrugged off her suit jacket hanging it neatly on one of the coat hooks. As she did so, she noticed her husbands jacket hung up at the end, the one she could of sworn he was wearing when he left for work the other morning and then on further inspection she caught a glimpse of his shiny black briefcase at the bottom of the stairs. He must have come home early. But his car wasn't in the driveway.. unless he parked in the garage..

Panic quickly rose within the blonde but she tried her best to keep that feeling at bay, exhaling slowly before calling out her husbands name. "Ian? Are you home?"

Silence.

Flicking on the light, she slowly made her way down the hall, briefly checking each room for any sign of her husband. When she arrived at the last room; the kitchen, she sighed in relief to find he wasn't in there either. Maybe he was upstairs. Lifting her gaze towards the ceiling with bated breath, she listened carefully for the sound of footsteps but again she was met with complete silence.

As she turned, about to retrace her footsteps, an audible gasp escaped her lips as she jumped, hand flying to her chest to feel the heavy thump of her heart. Billie was met with the silhouette of a man stood at the bottom of the stairs lurking in the shadows. "Ian? You scared me!" A nervous chuckle was drawn from the woman's lips as she tried to brush of the familiar fear that caused ragged breaths and a racing heart.

Stepping out from behind the darkness, his face was impassive and expressionless. Billie padded the short distance to greet him. Forcing a strained smile that she'd spent many years perfecting. A smile that was so different to the one she wore around y/n, a smile of genuine happiness. Reaching up she placed a haste kiss to his cheek, inwardly cringing at the smell of whisky that invaded her senses. He didn't flinch, wasn't fazed by the disinclined sliver of affection she offered him, however his dark eyes were glued to her.

"I thought you weren't due home until 10?" She asked, keeping her voice light and airy as she turned back towards the kitchen.

Ignoring her question he followed her into the kitchen. "Where've you been?" His breath was hot on her neck which was ironic considering it was an ice cold shiver that ran down her spine.

"I was just out.. running errands." She lied, hoping he hadn't noticed the bags that sat by the front door. "Had to grab a few school supplies." She then added, trying to make her story more believable.

"All weekend?" Was his disgruntled reply, less of a question and more of an insinuation.

Her blood ran cold as he cornered her against the counter. How did he know she'd been gone all weekend? He'd been working hours away as he did most weekends.

When she failed to answer he jabbed her in the back. "Well? Where the hell have you been all weekend?" His lips were only a millimetre away from her ear, hands placed on either side of the counter, completely trapping her. She didn't even have space to breath which only intensified the panic inside her. She opened her mouth to speak, to say what she didn't know, but it was Ian's voice that pierced the silence. "Don't you dare like to me.. because I know exactly where you've been."

"I was-" Billie stuttered out, racking her brain for a suitable explanation but no matter what she said he wouldn't believe her. Maybe I'll just tell him the truth?

Impatience grew within her husband and he began to elaborate on his earlier statement. "You want to know how I know where you were?" He didn't wait for Billie's confirmation before carrying on, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I installed a tracker on your phone." He slowly moved away from her, giving Billie a chance to face him which she did instantly, a bewildered look resting upon her face. The fear she felt moments ago long forgotten, replaced by anger. So that's why he wanted to "borrow" my phone the other week?

"You've been tracking me?" Her voice was shaky with rage as she regarded her husband carefully. Suddenly this newfound confidence sparked within her and she yelled louder this time. "You've been fucking tracking me?!"

Ian's face contorted into a malicious expression as he stepped forward, towering over the blonde. "You were out of town all weekend, at some swanky hotel." He growled, fury bubbling up inside of him and it wouldn't be long before he took his aggression out on her physically. "Who is he?" He asked, a little too calm for Billie's liking. "The guy you're fucking?"

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Hi guys! Sorry for the cliffhanger but that was a good place to end it! It'll all kick off in the next chapter so brace yourself hehe. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter and as always please let me know your thoughts in the comments.
~T ♡~