Next To Love [Book 2]

Chapter 16 : Marriage Counseling *

Harry

It has been an entire week since I last saw Melanie. Ever since I found out about about Samira's sex tape with Marcus and her the rest of her lies that came along, I have been asking myself what had lead her to commit such act. Perhaps Melanie's right; I think too high of myself that I can't except a woman being capable of cheating on me, obviously Samira had proved me wrong. But I haven't said a word to her just yet.

I felt incredibly idiotic for never being able to figure out what Samira was doing long before. It was happening in my own goddamn house most of the time, on my fúcking bed. I've wasted so much time feeling guilty for cheating on Samira with Melanie only to three years later find out that Samira had done the exact same to me.

I don't think the fact that Samira was unfaithful to me was what had consumed me in thought, it was the fact that I use to be so deliberately ignorant towards Melanie's feelings, it's what is degrading me internally. I was so aware of her unconditional love for me, but I chose to ignore it, thinking if I just ignore it enough without completely pushing her away to have her for my own selfish reasons she might realize I'm not the right person for her.

She told me she loved me on multiple occasions, and I simply told her I loved her too thinking all she meant was a mere feeling of care for me... but it meant much more to her. I had filled her with fake illusions of us that weren't possible at the time causing an entire havoc passing through her life I'm certain. I took her for granted.

Is it possible that you could meet the right person at the wrong time? And perhaps if that person was meant for you fait could bring you back together?

"Will Samira be able to make it for today's session?" Samira and I's marriage counselor asks me, with a quirked brow she glances from her wrist watch to me through her thick framed glasses.

She was a kind brunette woman, around her late forties named Brenda Swuarts.

I pull out my phone with an exasperated sigh to check the time myself and I notice Samira had still not texted me back.

"She said she'll arrive here shortly." I managed to create a thin, false smile across my lips as I hastily make a quick prayer for Samira to make it here fast with my hands crossed over my lap impatiently.

Five minutes later the brown mahogany wooden door busts open followed by a clink of heels and in walks the long anticipated blonde; my wife.

"Oh gosh," she huffs as she makes her way next to me to take a seat next to me, crossing one leg over the other then placing her large Louie Vuitton bag on the coffee table before us that nearly knocked over Brenda's latte. "I'm so sorry I'm late. Work and traffic," she expands her hands in the air for more dramatic emphasis. "Too much. I'm sorry."

"Right," Brenda clears her throat, pressing her lips together as she adjusts the thin pile of papers in her lap then crosses her hands over them. "Let's get started with today's session, shall we?"

Samira and I nod individual and respond with a short "yes" in union.

Samira and I decided a few months ago marriage counseling could take us to a better place in our marriage, or simply help us to some extent. We're doing this for Juniors sake, he's about to turn four in less than a week and we simply don't want him witnessing us going through an entire divorce at such a young age, it'll confuse him substantially to an extent neither of us would know how we'd be able to explain to him in a way he'll be able to understand.