A Parisian Fairytale

Chapter Twenty Nine

It was late, Annabelle could tell by how tired she felt. Dan tipped her chin with his finger and thumb until she was looking at him in the eye. He repeated the same sentence he had just said and the woman snapped back to reality. "Woahhh. Wait. Hang on. What did you just say?" "I said I'll call you when I'm home?" Dan said putting his now empty wine glass on the coffee table. "Home?" Annabelle questioned. "Yeah?" "As in Kent?" Annabelle said pulling back. "Yes?" Dan said confused. "As in the same house you have always lived in?" she said now standing up. "Well yes..." He said quietly. "THE SAME HOUSE YOU LIVE IN WITH YOUR WIFE?" Annabelle raised her voice. Dan sat up straight and shrugged. "Oh my god.. you aren't even divorcing her are you?" Annabelle said as she began to pace. "It's complicated." Dan said. "Complicated??? OH MY GOD. This is not complicated. I can't believe, I just nearly fell for your crap again? How long were you going to drag me along again? Does your wife even know she is married to a cheating scumbag???" Annabelle shouted. "Belle listen..." "No YOU listen Dan. This is OVER. I can't believe I wasted 6 months of my life with you... and now I have probably lost the one good thing that has ever happened to me because of you and your selfish ways." Dan moved closer to the woman trying to comfort her. "Annabelle.." "No Dan... you listen to me, I want you to go fuck yourself, or your wife, but certainly NOT me. Ever again. Leave NOW!" She shouted walking to the front door and yanking it open. Dan gathered his jacket and stopped in front of her "You'll regret this." "Trust me, I really really won't." Annabelle said slamming the door shut behind him.

After clearing away the empty glasses and pouring the remaining wine down the sink, Annabelle removed her make up, changed into her pyjamas and climbed into bed. Although she was alone, and had no prospect of being in a relationship anytime soon, she finally felt closure. Dan was gone. For good and she would have to slowly learn to live with the mistake of losing Johnny.

In LA, Johnny was lying on his couch listening to his vinyl player that had a Jeff Beck record playing. He was nursing a bottle of whiskey, and had made quite a dent in it during the evening. He kept checking his phone, but new there would be no notifications. The children had arrived back with him yesterday, and they were safely asleep in their rooms upstairs. He had made a rather brutal phone call to Annabelle earlier on in the day, and he had regretted being so harsh with her. He kinda hoped her animated spirit would allow her to at least fight back and call after he hung up but she hadn't. He guessed he really had blown it with her once and for all. He really hadn't given her a chance to tell her side of the story.