Passion

Moving Out

Natalia's POV

Little by little I moved some of my stuff that I brought with me out of the penthouse, and just waiting for I'm not even sure, a moment? To just to speak with Racheal but knowing her now, she would try and convince me to stay and wait for Lilith so we all could talk it out.

That's the thing, I don't want to, any reason to stay with how many convincing and talking they were going to give me when I need to do this.

I already curated a lie whenever Racheal wanted to hang out, work has been stressful lately and just wanted to be alone and decompress. However I know it won't help me much until she figure it out but it's the best I can do for now until I deal with Patrick.

Once I arrived, entering again into the same burglary walls that I always hated, the horrible forest green couches I've spent years convincing Patrick to purchase a new set with the same mixed match maroon and that damn white antique table with the chairs that never been my favorite, I was never allowed to get rid of it, since mommy dearest would always come up with the excuse of never understanding good furniture. Patrick has always took her side, no matter how cold and spiteful the woman was to me, especially the not so damn subtle racist and misogynistic remarks.

I came up with different breathing exercises to deal with that woman, and since I came back to Patrick, I created some ground rules, showing how I changed after leaving him and finding myself in the process, of course, he still didn't believe it, however he started developing a tick, his right eye twice, something that happened whenever someone gets in his skin, and it worked. Of course he believes I've changed and knew I couldn't be manipulated, gaslighting me won't be happening considering I know to shut that shit down thanks to Lilith, Racheal and Scarlett help in spotting it. Especially Lilith who taught me how to gaslight them back and have them look like a crazy person."

A week back into this damn place, I already couldn't stand his mother, Constance, talking over me, so I did the same, glaring at Patrick to intervene, reminding him I can leave his ass and ruin his life if I wanted to, the hush argument was the same, he tries so hard trying to get his mother to respect while the same time, warning me what would happen if he goes to the police and let them know how Scarlett, so carelessly lost her gun and it wouldn't look good for her. As a police officer.

The way he had the same infuriating smug look that makes me want to just punch his stupid ass face! I'm still holding my ground despite how my head is swimming with the possibility Scarlett losing her job, unable to do what she loves and it'll be all my fault for not doing my part with this damn bastard.
And my head is going haywire with more possibilities of going through with marrying him, trying and demanding children despite I can't have them which was the good outcome. He won't know I already checked thinking I got pregnant with Rio while the news was me being infertile, unable to conceive or carry a pregnancy.

I'm stuck dealing with this asshole but all for Scarlett, she's still a friend, who I would do anything for.

Classical music plays while trying to enjoy dinner however, it's always been ruined by Constance. With her remarks on what to do with my job once I get married. While I'm trying to enjoy my smoked salmon with some white rice, fresh vegetables and my red wine.

"The wedding should still be at the church that was supposed to be that day. Before you ran off and had your nervous breakdown, Natalia." She gritted her teeth, I glared at Patrick with his stupid eye twitching still going on, they gave that explanation to everyone? Figures.

"Nervous breakdown, huh? Really Patrick? Not the part where I walked in and you were with..." He loudly cleared throat, of course he doesn't want mommy dearest to know the scandalous information on what he was doing, getting pegged by a dominatrix.