DISCRETION SERIES - Stand Alone - BOOK #6
"O-one portrait," I whispered, and he replied.
"That's all I want, Rose." He said, sounding very sensual, and I gulped softly as I rubbed the back of my neck.
"I-I guess I c-could," I replied, and he let out...
Sometimes, you have to let go of the life you planned to find the life that is waiting for you.
- Joseph Campbell
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Rosenna's POV
A few days or so passed, and I found myself back inside my office. The exhibit had come to a close, and while I was busy piling together the cash we accumulated to write a check out to my loan shark, Vincent was working tirelessly with Beckam to find a way to take down Gavin.
I was eager to slam the check on Brent's desk to be finished with him, but Beckham stopped me, letting me know it could eventually be used against me in court if Gavin was in debt and I was easily writing million-dollar checks to pay off mine.
Unfortunately, I trusted our relationship too much to sign a prenuptial agreement in contrast to his reasoning, which had less to do with mistrust in our marriage lasting and more to do with my ability to bring him in more liquid cash and assets. Thinking about our marriage, about the lies, the betrayal, I felt used.
It was a terrible feeling as I realized I devoted everything to this man. Everything towards what I built and what we could build together...all for him to have been using everything of mine behind my back and berating and belittling me while he did. I felt so disgusted with myself for letting it even get this far. From sleeping in the same bed with him to kissing him after he slept with another woman the night before. God, it literally made me sick to my stomach.
Thankfully, Beckham was by my side the entire time. He knew I was getting lost in my self-destructing thoughts, and like a better man than my so-called husband could ever be, his only goal was to keep me grounded, keep me sane, and keep me focused on fixing my problems—not succumbing to their weight on my shoulders.
Crossing my leg over the other as I leaned back in my chair, I sighed softly and gazed at the numbers on the screen. We made well over our target goal, and I was still in disbelief days later. The showrooms were cleared of the sold art and changed to regular displays. It was bittersweet seeing everything come down after the week we'd all been through, but nonetheless, I was glad it was over.
After a moment, my office door opened, and I looked up to see Kira walking in with two cups of coffee. She handed me the cup and leaned against my desk, looking at the numbers on the screen as well.
"How does it feel to no longer be a millionaire in the negative direction?" She asked, and I could only roll my eyes at her.
"Feels great, honestly. Although I could do without the cheating husband, but that's neither here nor there." I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee, and she hummed.
"Who knew Gav would turn out to be worse than the dick we already knew him to be..."
I could only shrug as I glanced over the recent articles published on my screen about the already famous art exhibit of the year. This still felt too good to be true. Part of me was afraid I'd wake up from this dream, reliving the nightmare that was my life before Beckham. Before meeting Vincent, before realizing I was too good for my husband. Before I began to spiral again, not like I wasn't already in the process given all the stress I'd been under.
