Hell Of A Marriage {18+}

Chapter forty - Forever

“Vary?” He calls a little surprised, and a little relieved as he shuts the door and tosses his keys on the counter. She’s wearing a white gown reaching a little below her thigh, displaying her toned long legs and it takes all Keenan’s might to not get distracted by them so he asks, “What are you doing here?”

She gets up from the bed and walks toward him, “Trying to make amends.”

Keenan looks puzzled. He does not interrupt her, he just listens.

She pauses halfway towards him, “I shouldn’t have run away the way I did that night and I have blamed you for so long I forgot I also played a part in it.... the greatest part.”

Keenan shakes his head. If there’s anything he has learnt in the past three months, is that passing blame helps no one. “Vary, that is not true. We both played an equal part in everything that happened.” He says as he walks toward her.

She wanted him to hear her out, and she shakes her head at his words and bites her lips. “It is.” She insists, not willing to avoid the truth any longer, “Mycole told me something else at our engagement party, but I never told you. He said; your worse fear will be revealed.”

A tear slips down her face and she wipes it off. She couldn’t get emotional. She needed to tell him the truth. “I knew what—who that was, but I refused to let you in. And I thought my past was mine alone to face. I thought the only way to be safe was to not bring it up for any reason. I thought it was my past, and it stayed there and bringing it up won’t be burying it as I wanted.”

She whimpered and her heart clenched at the many months of pain that came with her decision. Not only did they lose months, but they also lost their son.

“He also said; ‘You will be shattered and let down, don’t cast him completely out in your pain and grief, there are his pain and grief as well. Learn to trust him and together you will win, but alone you will both fall’.”

“You could have told me.” Keenan tells her, taking a bold step toward her, “no matter how difficult or horrible it was, we could have shared the pain. I could have been there for you.”

“I should have told you, but I didn’t want you worrying yourself and, like I said before, I thought I could handle it on my own. I was wrong.” She sobs and Keenan reaches for her and quickly pulls her to himself, wrapping his arms around her, never wanting to let go.

She pulls away and sits down on the bed, “And in the past months I’ve been making the same mistake, thinking being apart was what I needed and the only way I could heal, and it took me three months and an ass-kicking advice from Bethany to know just how wrong I was.”

Keenan’s brows furrow at the name of her sister rolling off his wife’s mouth. “Bethany came to you?”

Vary nods and smiles before brushing her hand over her still wet face. “She helped me realise the error of my ways and the mistake I was making. She told me we were both suffering, and I was wrong to think I was the only one going through the pain. Also, she told me you’ve been in torture and blaming yourself for the past three months for everything that has happened to us. She told me you were barely hanging on to the hope of my return and it was getting thinner by the passing day.”

She takes Keenan’s hand and makes him sit on the bed beside her. “I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t see any reason she should be sorry when she’s already back with him, answering the prayers he’d been praying for in the last month. “You don’t have to -“

She places a silencing finger on his lips, “I do, and I am sorry for pushing you away Keenan and if it’s not too late, I would want to start over.” She tells him, looking hopeful and expedient.