The One That Got Away

Part 15

As I was cruising on the North/Stevenson expressway, my thoughts kept flicking from Dom, to Alec, to last night, to this morning.

My mind was reeling, I didn't want to say goodbye.
But I just knew it was for the best.

Really Shay for the best.... For who you or weird nose.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! He belongs to her now!
He doesn't have to, he could belong to you again....
No!
Maybe...
No!
Kinda?
Okay Maybe.... What no! Stop that!

My brain argued with itself till I pulled into my driveway.
I noticed Dom was already home because his car was parked in the driveway of his house, as much as I wanted to get rid of him, rid myself of the memories.
He was my neighbor.

And I loved him like I've loved nothing else before.

Stepping inside the house, it really no longer felt like the home I use to love.

It was a bit stuffy in here since neither one of us has spent much time here lately, the foyer was dark, walking across white marble tile, I listened to the click of my heels as I turned the AC, and a few lights on.

It was still early evening but fall was among us, so daylight savings time was right around the corner.

Walking inside the kitchen, I began to brew myself a hot cup of tea, I stood in-front of the kitchen island and placed my head in my hands.

I was overwhelmed with the stress, I felt all the pain bubble up, between the fight with Alec about kids, to hearing Dom confess his love, I needed to just cry.

"I came back last night?"

I screamed so loud my throat actually hurt, I looked up.

"Jesus Alec don't do that!"
I scolded as I looked into sadden brown eyes.

My heart melted at the sight of my husband.
His hair was a mess, he was in a white t-shirt covered in stains, wrinkled jeans, and beat up black converse.

Dark circles, red eyes, he looked nothing like the man I'm married to.

"Where was you?"
He asked quietly looking to the ground, leaning against the doorframe, hair a tangled mess, hands shoved into the front of his pockets.

"The city."
I sighed out, looking to the ground.

"With who?"

"It's really not important?"
I sipped on the hot tea, realizing I didn't want it anymore I placed the mug in the sink.

"Considering?"

"Considering what?"
I asked my back turned to him with both hands on the sink.
I heard his footsteps, but I didn't turn to look, I did feel him closer to me though.

"Considering I already know the truth?"
He murmured, standing behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"I know it's Dominic,"

I let out the breath I was holding, turning around to look at him, I was expecting to see anger, rage.
Not sad brown eyes.
He should be furious, upset, mad!
Why only sadness.