Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 129.

Y/N's pov~

"I'm so sorry," I apologized for my husband's harsh blow as Clark was brought an ice pack, which I held against his cheek where a swelling bruise was forming. He didn't seem fazed in the least. "It's not your fault," he reassured me, and of course, I knew it wasn't, nor was it solely Tom's fault. I was certain Clark had done something to provoke it, but he certainly didn't deserve a punch to the face for trying to protect me. Tom's behavior was uncalled for, and I felt deeply ashamed as I prepared to return to my position to reshoot the scene with Wayne.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" Wayne's concern was evident in his voice, I appreciated it. "We can always postpone. Reez will understand." And It was the first time I had seen him so caring, which I valued, but we were already under enough time pressure, so I shook my head. I believed Wayne also wanted to give me a chance to go after Tom, but I suspected he needed some time to himself, and so did I.

To be completely honest, the rest of the workday was a mix of concentrated agony and incredible distraction. While it was difficult for me to get back into the groove, I believed it was the best decision not to give up.

We also successfully finished the day and everyone was utterly pleased with today's performances. Tom was now officially banned from the set though, and as for Clark, it seemed unlikely that any punishment would be meted out, especially since he was friends with Reez himself.

"Can we talk?" Clark stood outside my trailer door in the evening as I packed up my last few things. I had mostly ignored his persistent messages since our kiss, and he now knew why. My husband came to visit me, and he had no idea. Just like I didn't. But it meant keeping communication to a minimum to avoid making things worse.
"Clark..." I sighed. He knew we couldn't keep the constant contact. It just wasn't right anymore, and even though it was hard to resist him, he had to understand that.
"Please, little one. You know we can't leave things unresolved." But did I know that? Because it seemed to me like the best option was to just forget what had happened between us.

I grabbed my handbag, picked up my phone, descended the three steps, and closed the door before walking over to the waiting car.
"Not today. I think I have an angry husband waiting for me at home since noon." At least I hoped he was waiting and prayed he wasn't angry.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Oh, damn it. Not in that sense. Why did everyone think Tom would be violent?... well, the dried blood on Clark's cheek told me the answer, but Tom wasn't usually like that.
"No." We arrived at the car, the door already open and Wayne waiting. "Please," I pleaded. "Let's sort it out some other time." For everyone's protection. And Clark finally began to accept that. He nodded, hesitating, then helped me into the van, and closed the door before we drove off, no longer paying any attention to Wayne since the party. Apparently, he had now lost all respect for sunshine kid.

"I don't know what you see in him," Wayne started to gossip. Crossing his arms over his chest.
"What?"
"He's obviously ruining your relationship. And it's not like he's all that... " And I had no words for that, pretty sure Clark had recently said the exact same thing about Wayne.

"I mean, look at Tom. The guy can protect you." Since when was Wayne a Tom fan? "Clark, on the other hand..." he whistled through his mouth, rolling his eyes. Or maybe he just hated Clark too much.
"I guess..." I shrugged. I had no idea who was right between the two of them. Was it Tom? Trying to protect me? Or was it Clark? Supporting me?

Upon arriving at the hotel, I said goodbye to brown hair and entered the room. The lights were off, except for the burning light in the kitchen, where Tom sat at the island, holding a glass of whisky that I didn't keep at home, his hair tousled from running his hands through it too many times. It was only 8 pm, and his gaze was absent, fixed on the marble until it shifted when he heard the rustling of my bag. Red rings circled his eyes, veins burst in his eyeballs, and dried tears clung to his cheeks.