Destined For Them (Story 3)✔

~5~

~Caroline~

"Mommy, Mommy! Look. I told you Daddy would buy it for me! I told you!" Lydia's delightful squeals reached my desperate ears as I made it down the stairs. It felt as if I was wading through thick water but I made it. She was there...in the foyer, with her big, beautiful smile and she twirled in circles.

Almond, swirled lockes that fell past her little shoulders soured through the air as she spun and the shiny tiara sparkled in the chandelier lighting. My husband, ever the most handsome, leaned against a wall and watched her with his signature smile.

I could see it now, her batting her long lashes up at him, standing at the jewelry displays in Penelope's boutique. "Pleeeease Daddy," Is what she had said and on command he had bought that tiara without thinking twice about it.

"Anything for you, princess," He said now, stirring the ice to his scotch with the simple flick of the wrist. Christopher scoffed, standing in the doorway of the living room, but there was no hiding his smile. Deep down, he adored his sister. "And you, my Queen. What is it you desire?"

When I opened my mouth to answer, no words came out. Why wasn't he looking at me? I was his Queen, wasn't I? "Mmm, let me think-whatever I desire?" I turned to look up towards the voice. And there she was, Cassandra, wearing my long, red robe. Her black hair, with the hint of blue, draped over her confident shoulders. Were those my diamonds in her ears...around her neck?  She held onto that thick, wooden banister and sauntered down the stairs as If she had a purpose.

"Whatever you want, Mommy! Whatever you want!" Lydia wailed.

She glided past me like an arctic breeze and grabbed the giggling girl up into her arms. "Oh, Darling. It's you I want...you're all I want." Her laugh was wicked and taunting. All the while, my chest burned. I couldn't talk....couldn't claim what was mine...couldn't breath or even live without it and she was in the tanned arms of Cassandra Smythe.

Loud, incessant banging rattled the front door then and it didn't cease. Why weren't they answering it? Why were they laughing and twirling? Loud and incessant, BANG!, over and over again until my brain rattled.

I came awake suddenly, my entire body jerking and the inhale I took was sharp, desperate. It took me a moment to tame my beating heart. A beating that synced with the pounding someone was doing on the other side of the bedroom door.

I rolled over, my naked breast meeting my husband broad, bare back and I groaned away the horrible nightmare. "Sol...Answer the door." But he was already stirring. The moment he was out of the bed, it grew cold and when the bedside lamp came to life in the guest bedroom, I squinted against it. 

"For fuck's sake-I'm coming!" Through blurry, half sleepy eyes, I watched him slip into his night pants with ease and smiled. Oooooh, cranky. The glimpse I caught of his ass-with those fresh marks from my nails-had me remembering last night. I'd wept against his soaked shirt in our deep tub for hours it had seemed. I'd lied about him 'not doing anything for me', realized that I was just being an unbearable bitch. Neither of us had wanted to clean the wrecked master suite so breaking in the guest rooms bed had been the only option. A pleasant one, the achy feeling in the pit of my belly reminded me.