scarlett johansson, lizzie olsen & their characters

she cheated - s.j / part 2

tw: smut

a year later

information: evie and scarlett are now married, but scarlett is still seeing lizzie. scarlett is laying in bed, late at night, cuddling with evie. most of scarlett's attention is on her phone though as she texts lizzie.

scarlett's pov:

lizzie:
when will i get to see you next? it feels like it's been forever. i miss you so much.

scarlett:
i miss you too, darling. every second we're apart feels like an eternity. i could probably come over tomorrow if that works? evie has work all day, so she won't be back until around 10 p.m. we'd have the entire day just for us.

lizzie:
that sounds perfect. i'd love that more than anything. what time do you think you'll be here?

scarlett:
i'm thinking around 9:30 a.m., if that's alright with you? i want to be there as early as possible.

lizzie:
more than okay! i can't wait to see you. we'll have a whole day to just relax and enjoy each other's company. i'll be counting down the minutes. i love you so much. sweet dreams, lovely. <3

scarlett:
i love you too, my darling. i can't wait to hold you in my arms again. sleep well, and dream of us. <3

"who was that, baby?" evie asks, her voice muffled as she buries her face into my shoulder.

"just a friend," i reply, trying to keep my tone light and casual, even as my heart pounds in my chest. i tuck my phone away, feeling a pang of guilt settle in.

"oh, okay." she seems satisfied with the answer, nuzzling closer into me, her warmth pressing against my side. i wrap my arm around her out of habit, but my mind drifts elsewhere. i close my eyes, wishing it were lizzie's familiar scent and soft hair against my cheek.

evie sighs contentedly, and i feel my chest tighten. i should be here, present with her, but all i can think about is lizzie—how i wish it was her in my arms right now.

i know i shouldn't. i know i should be loyal to my wife, to the vows we made, to the life we've built together. but it's becoming almost impossible when lizzie is around. it's not her fault; it never has been. she doesn't ask me to feel this way—she just exists, and that's enough to unravel everything i thought i knew about love and commitment.

i try to push these thoughts away, but they keep creeping back in, stronger each time. i don't want to blame lizzie for the way my heart aches for her, for the way i long to build a life with her. i want to be married to her, to wake up every morning and kiss her like it's the most natural thing in the world. to come home to her warm smile, knowing she's waiting for me, just as excited to see me as i am to see her. not this... emptiness i feel when i walk through the door and see evie.

evie, who doesn't deserve any of this. who, in her own way, loves me and trusts me completely. and yet, it's not the same. i don't love her like i love lizzie—if i even love her at all anymore. god, what kind of person does that make me? i just want to come home to lizzie, to wrap her in my arms and never let go. to snuggle up on the couch and watch some terrible tv, not having to hide or sneak around. to live out in the open, finally.

but then i think about evie. the guilt claws at me because she's done nothing wrong. i can't leave her just to be with someone else—it's cruel and unfair. how do i make sense of this mess i've made of my life? how do i choose between the life i'm supposed to live and the life my heart is screaming for?

i'm pulled out of my thoughts by the soft sound of snoring beside me. glancing down, i see evie, fast asleep, her face relaxed and peaceful in the dim light of the room. for a moment, i just watch her. she looks so content, her breathing steady, completely unaware of the turmoil churning inside me.