TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE
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"It had been two weeks since our meeting at the cabin. That cabin that had become our place. After watching the sunrise we would head there and make love to each other for two hours. After that every little getaway we had we would run to that place to just kiss, caress, and be together. Then there were the stolen moments.
Like, for example, watching her walk drove me crazy. Her hips moving as those beautiful legs took graceful, sensual steps made me delirious. The way she moved was so sensual. And remembering that that body an hour ago had been mine made my heart race. I didn't mind sneaking a glimpse of her as she played the piano. I didn't mind pining for her in silence as I watched her play with Ryan in the snow. I didn't mind her eyes drifting to mine and watching me with deep desire. I was simply crazy about her. I had gone crazy for her."
                                                                              "Letters of Love" written by Camila Cabello
3/3 OF THE WEEKEND MARATHON.
TWO WEEKS LATER:
"I knew I could find you here," Ryan said softly as he sat next to his wife at the piano and listened to her play. "I think we need to talk Lauren."
"There's nothing we should talk about Ryan," Lauren said practically pounding the piano keys.
"We should take advantage of the fact that we're alone now and Jason and Camila are out to dinner to talk about what's going on with you. We'll have tonight for the two of us," Ryan said. "Jason told me he was staying in Whistler with Camila."
Lauren hit the piano keys startling Ryan and stood up practically shaking as Ryan watched her totally lost from the piano bench.
"Lauren..." Ryan said worriedly as he watched his wife stare at the window totally tense. "We can talk about the fact that you won't even look me in the eye anymore," he said softly. "Or the fact that yesterday while we were making love you cried the whole time."
Lauren closed her eyes listening to Ryan's voice in pain. She couldn't turn around and look him in the eye. She was dying of embarrassment because all her thoughts were on Camila and that she wouldn't be with her that night.
"I know that your relationship with Camila is stronger now and that she's your best friend and you talk to her a lot. The two of us don't spend as much time together as we used to," Ryan said, "But I want you to talk to me and tell me what's going on so we can work on it together. I've tried asking Camila or getting her to clue me in on something but it's not working with her either."
Lauren felt her hands shaking as her eyes focused on the window where snow could be seen adorning the cabin. Two weeks. It had been two weeks since she and Camila had started having an affair and things were getting out of control. So much so that she was practically punching walls just because Jason had forced her to accompany him to Whistler without them, and Camila hadn't refused. And Lauren simply couldn't control the jealousy no matter how hard she tried.
"Camila doesn't know anything," Lauren said softly. "It's my stuff Ryan," she whispered, "I've been thinking about my mom and dad a lot lately and I don't know...I'm just frustrated about everything. I'm just full of nonsense in my head."
"But what's wrong?" -Ryan asked. "You need to talk to me and tell me what's really going on because if you don't I won't be able to help you."
"I don't need help," she said coldly and Ryan sighed.
"Was it something I did?" he said uncertainly, "Is something bothering you and that's why you're so distant with me? Is it because I'm helping Jason fix his relationship with Camila?"
                                      
                                   
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