Finding Immy (Sebastian Vettel)

A Woman Scorned

"So is this how it's going to be from now on?" Juliet asked Seb.  They were sat in the back garden in the evening sun.  The girls were down the bottom of the garden playing in their treehouse.   "Seb, you have to talk to me."

He carried on scrolling on his phone, not really looking at it but he didn't want to talk to Juliet.  

"Sebastian!" she snapped.  "Will you fucking grow up and just answer me?"  

They had been back from Spain for two days and he had already had enough of her nagging. 

The holiday had actually been great.  They'd put their differences aside for the kids' sake and he'd actually had a good time.  Neither of them had spoke about the disaster that their marriage had become and they'd put on a united front for the girls.  Juliet had been more
like the Juliet he had fallen in love with. He'd found himself questioning whether he'd made the right decision.  Maybe they should try to work through their issues.  

Things had changed the minute they'd got home.  Juliet has once again become a bitter and twisted woman. He'd known then that he'd definitely made the right decision.  She wouldn't change.  She'd pretend she had to get her own way and then her true colours would shine through.  

"What do you want Juliet?" he asked, looking up from his phone. 

"We need to talk about us.  About what happened, about where we go from here."

"Juliet, what's the point?" he sighed.  "We both cheated, it's obvious that whatever we had has gone."

"We can save it Seb. I still love you. You still love me."

He shook his head sadly. "I don't. I'm sorry Juliet, and if you're honest you don't love me. If you did you'd have never slept with Marc."

"He was there Seb. You weren't. You were always away and I was lonely. I didn't love him, I love you. I want you!"

"Juliet, I'm sorry. It won't work."

"How can you say that without even trying?"

"You just don't get it do you? It's over Juliet. I tried, I really did, but I can't do this any more."

"But the holiday...."

"Juliet, that was a show for the kids and you know that." Juliet began to cry softly. Seb took a deep breath. He had to be strong.  He couldn't give in now, not when he'd got this far.

He looked back at his phone.  He brought up the screenshot of Immy to remind himself of why he was doing this.  

"Put that fucking phone down!" Juliet screamed, reaching out and snatching it out of his hand.   

Seb jumped up and grabbed his phone back, but he was too late. Juliet had seen the photo, and she'd recognised Immy.

"Heidi's fucking teacher? Oh my God, is that who you've been screwing?"

"Technically she's not Heidi's teacher any more."

"Don't be so damn facetious! Answer me. Is this her? Is this your whore?"

"She's not a whore. And she's not mine, I haven't seen her for months."

The last thing he'd wanted was for Juliet to find out Immy's identity. She could get nasty, she could go to the press. He had to protect Immy. This was his fault. He was the one that chose to cheat.

"But you fucked her right?"

"A drunken mistake, it was never an affair. I didn't know who she was. She didn't know who I was." Juliet glared at him. If looks could kill he'd have been six feet under.