Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir - Silence and Sound

Chapter 17: Jealousy

Author's Note: Just a friendly hint that everyone's best friend returns - Chiddy!

Dr. Qureshi

His third session with Tessa and Scott had come to an abrupt end. Scott had been exhausted by the lack of appreciation on Tessa's end, while her insecurities became more sheltered. The more Scott pushed to fix their relationship, the more she pulled away from it all. 

They're going to break each other. 

Scott's painting of Tofino was proof that he still pictured a future for them, but Tessa's attention was diverted towards her own ambitions.

Does she not see what this is doing to him?

Both the second and third sessions consisted of Scott communicating and Tessa's withdrawal. She would impede his pursuit by selectively withering his confidence. The anger manifested, and individual sessions needed to be booked.

But someone else may be able to help, because it would take more than a single man to save this marriage, if any chances of that remained. 

One emergency contact, Patrick Chan, was the only honourable man for the deed. 

...

He would remain professional, for such a task walked a very fine line between permissible and confidential. 

One ring. Two rings. Three...

"Hello?", came the answer.

"Hello. It's Dr. Qureshi, may I please talk to Mr. Chan?"

"Oh hi, doc! I haven't heard from you in ages, how have you been?"

Doc? Why are some Canadians so informal? Only Persephone Watson understood the importance of protocol and mannerisms.

"Well, thank you. As I hope you are also doing well. I am calling you in regards to Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir."

"Oh no, are they okay?"

"I think you know the answer to that better than I."

"Hm, everything was fine during our date in Korea. But they have been..."

There was some shuffling on the line. 

"Date?"

"Oh I was third-wheeling with them, as we celebrated their gold..."

How lovely.

"I haven't seen them spend any time together, if you know what I mean. They look divorced. Um no, that's not what I meant. They just haven't been...oh no."

Without revealing anything from their therapy sessions, he relayed that someone needed to talk to Tessa and Scott. Patrick knew without him asking, and he was thankful that the boy understood that much. 

...

Tessa

They were invited to the Moirs for dinner tomorrow. She had tried to coax Alma and Joe into postponing the invitation, but knew that too much resistance would cause for suspicion. And she could not bear more chaos. Especially since Alma and Joe treated her more like their daughter than the woman who their son had married. And it always had been that way, family.

They had spent so much time in PyeongChang bickering and trying to salvage their reputation, and had forgotten about the gifts for their family. She was willing to purchase something on her own, but Scott insisted on coming with her. "It's from both of us, remember?" he had said.

So they were in Mississauga, trying to find a way to thank his parents for their endless support, with no time nor patience. Not long after they had entered Simon's, an employee approached them. Usually she would enjoy socialising with people, but today they had an errand to run. 

Not today, lady, not today.

The woman was tall, but maybe it was because of her six-inch heels that she reached Scott's nose. Her dark hair flowed, as she flung it behind her shoulders. 

How am I supposed to choose a gift for Alma if her son would rather talk to women than think about her? How did he always forget what the women in his life did for him?

Clothes and jewellery were simple gifts, but Scott had pushed for them to shop in furniture. The green and grey cushions began to look the same, like Scott's eyes. An urgent drive forced her legs back to where Scott had last been. 

"Oh you see sir, we just launched our -" she heard the lady say, after uttering some words in French.

"My husband and I are Anglophones, en anglais s'il te plaît?" came words she felt no control over. 

Scott glared at her, "I'm so sorry, my wife and I aren't fluent in French. What were you saying?"

"Actually honey, I was thinking we could take a break from here. I'm famished." She retorted, surprised at her own hostility.

Jenna, the woman, disappeared as they walked out of the store. Scott firmly grabbed her arms as he held her for the first time in days, "What was that in there?" 

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And the plot thickens. Much more jealous Tessa to come, and of course, Chiddy. For the record, Simon's is a wonderful store, no woman like Jenna exists. This is all purely fictional, but thank you to all those engaging with my work. More to come. Thank you for reading and for all your lovely words; it means the world to me. 

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