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Chapter 48 - One Good Reason

A/N Warning: This Chapter contains mature themes and themes of violence.

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Sadé's POV:

— Sunday, October 23rd

I was sat in my hotel room, thinking. All today I was toying with the idea of going home, staying here at the hotel for the rest of my stay, or hearing Marshall out and going back to the house. Well, the choice I made wasn't easy, but I made it.

I'll be going back home tomorrow, and I already have my flight booked and ready to go. There's no point of being in Detroit if I'm just going to stay in a hotel, and not be around Marshall. He's the only reason I'm here right now - because it was to visit who I thought was my boyfriend. And I still don't want to be around him, and I'm not ready to talk about what happened even though I know I should.

I'm just scared I guess. I'm not even sure of what exactly, but I'm just nervous to go near him. I don't want him to see me crying over him or feeling like he can just disrespect me and not have any consequences. Or maybe I'm just afraid of him actually admitting to me that he did cheat, which would probably break my heart more than never even knowing the truth. Because at least then, I could make up my own narrative in the story, rather than him confirming what I already know, which is that he stabbed me in the back.

So yea. That's why I'm going home tomorrow, but unfortunately, all my things are still at his house; Meaning, I'll have to go over there and pack all of my things. I know I'll probably end up seeing him, but maybe just maybe he'll be in the studio in his basement and won't notice me since it's soundproof. Or maybe if I'm lucky he won't even be home! Either way it goes, if he does happen to be there, I don't want him saying a word to me. I still can't believe he would do that to me, but hey: It is what it is. As much as I wish we could work out because let's face it: I do want us to work out, I'm not going to stay with no man that cheats, doesn't respect my boundaries, doesn't know my worth, lies to me, or disrespects me. I am not one of those girls. I carry myself with class, grace, dignity, and intelligence. Skylar may be one of those girls that has no respect or self worth, but not me.

But then there's still that one thing that's holding me back. I can't believe that he would do this to me. I know he did, but my heart keeps speaking louder than my brain. It keeps telling me that it was a misunderstanding and it wasn't all that it seems. That maybe, just maybe, I should actually hear him out. It keeps telling me that I just need one good reason to stay, and I will... But I don't want to. So I won't, and that's my stubborn brain telling me that part.

Anyways, so here I am currently: Waiting on my Uber to pick me up so that I can grab the rest of my belongings to I can catch my flight tomorrow morning. It's pretty late at night, 7:12 to be exact, but I was stalling all day, and I couldn't keep putting it off any longer. I didn't plan on giving Marshall a heads up that I'd be there for the simple fact that I don't want to see him or talk to him.

Once the Uber arrived, I got in the car, making my way back to the mansion that I'd never be returning to ever again...

— At Marshall's Mansion

I just pulled up to Marshalls house and was let in the gates by security. I was stood outside the door trying to give myself a quick pep talk because I noticed Marshall's car was home, meaning he was in fact here. Crap.

"You can do this. Just go in there, give him his keys to the house and car, pack your things, and leave. That's it. That's all." I whispered to myself, letting out one last deep breath.