My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING MENTIONING OF R*APE AND MILD THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE

~ Also I apologise for typos

Iman Harriott ~

I filled Mariah in on everything that happened between Alistair and I, also giving me time to gather my emotions before we went back downstairs, to where the gathering was.

As we reached the bottom of the stairs, we bumped into Alana. She seemed as if she was crying, as her eyes were puffy, with a slight hint of redness. Her makeup, however, remained neat, guessing she had retouched her makeup, because only I would be able to tell if those eyes were red due to being high, and it was not for that reason.

"Are you heading home already?" Mariah asked

"It's probably best, Alistair and I have a busy day tomorrow..." Alana struggled to portray a sincere smile on her face

It's Sunday tomorrow?

"...however, it must be my luck, as I wanted to talk to Iman privately before we both left..."

So is he still here, or is she lying, knowing that he actually left, but doesn't want us to know that he left purposely without her?

"Oh..." was all I could utter, receiving unreadable looks from Mariah and Alana

"I'll be outside..." Mariah gave me a reassuring look, "...Get home safe and tell Alistair that Hugo and I said bye," Mariah said to Alana, before leaving the two of us

I knew where this was going, and I knew I was going to be confronted because I could tell that Alana just found out, or she knew all this time. It's expected, but let her come at me sideways and I show her that I'm not going to just take her shit just because her husband was disloyal to her.

"Hmm...let's go somewhere private..." Alana suggested, with a brighter tone to her voice

She's raging, I can feel it. This is literally a calm before the storm vibe.

"This house is pretty big, we could get lost in one of these hallways and nobody would know..." I uttered, as we started to walk deeper into the home

"You're right..." Alana stated quietly, as we finally found an area away from others to talk, "...so...how have you been?" Alana dragged out

I know you know Alana, just to get to it.

"I've been doing fine...how have you been?" I asked back

"I could be better...how is Alistair doing?..."

And there it goes.

"...don't be put off by my questioning-" Alana forced a smile "- I'm only asking since I can't get through to my ex-husband like you can..." I cocked my brow at the mentioning of "ex-husband"

"...he just confirmed with me that he wanted to get a divorce not too long ago...you must be elated..." Alana formed a tight-lipped smile, twisting her shoulder in a sassy manner

It is something that I would've been happy about a month ago, as that is what I wanted from him, but it's too late now. It should've never taken him a month.

"Why would I be happy?" I asked. Even if I was, it's not nice to see another woman in pain over a man because of me

"Why wouldn't you be happy, Iman?" Alana repeated my question back to me, "You were very happy with every single moment with him. What sadness could you possibly have for me?" Alana said, as I stood lost for words because she was right

Every moment I had with Alistair (the good parts), I was happy. I never once thought about Alana, and if I did, it was for selfish reasons. The only time I actually did feel sorry for Alana was when I told Alistair what he was doing to both her and I was disrespectful. But now thinking back on it, did I actually mean it? Was I only speaking of myself?