A Sinner's Heaven ; An Angel's Hell

Chapter Eleven - The Crying Game

🎶The Crying Game🎶

Claire's POV

I blinked as another message came in from an anonymous number, my eyes moister than before. I was just about to sleep when his phone buzzed and out of curiosity I read the notification's content.

Thats when I forgot what sleep was and anger was awaken.

I miss those late night research Albert, Claire doesn't have to know what goes on behind closed doors Albert. Whenever you are able please respond, I miss us.

And it ended there, finally the individual figured that Wesker was not in the mood to chat so just like before the calls would not be answered. The eight calls sent  ringing without answer so there was no need to send a ninth call right?

While I was not the most intelligent wonam I knew that it was a woman that was trying to reach out to Wesker. What puzzled and bothered me the most was who was this woman?

What in hell names could she have missed doing with Wesker?

Was it Excella? Was he still communicating with her?

Did she hope to continue what they had started?

Was it Ada, they had known each other for years and the way Ada looked at me told me that there was once a time that she was in love with the blonde.

The late night together must be referring to the pair. They worked together after all.

The woman did make mention of my name so she knew me and both females mentioned knew me. She knew that Wesker and I were together she only aimed to reach out towards him.

What a pity because it was not Wesker who held the device but the same woman who was not supposed to know of the secret affair. A woman who would never trust her so called lover ever again.

Claire Redfeild.

I dried my eyes in the covers, this explained his actions earlier. This explained every single reason for him to be bitter.

He refused to sleep with me because he knew there was another woman's because he could sleep in. How could I be so fucking blind?

Why ask for marriage if he knew this was what he was going to do to me?

I sat up, the phone resting in my lap as I stared at the door, hoping it would open anytime soon so I could yell at the blonde. Was I not enough for him?

How could he do this to me? What did this woman have that I didn't have?

The moment that thought flashed across mind the door opened. He entered with a calm face, his eyes falling on me.

How could he even look at me?

"Where were you?" I asked and he looked at me with a cocked brow as though I had asked the obvious.

He said nothing as he removed his shoes and coat. I kept my gaze dark and bitter.

How stupid did he really think I am? He couldn't even answer my damn question!

He came next to me on the bed, his eyes on the ceiling as he rest on his back. I stood, my arms crossed as I stared at my reflection in the mirror of the dresser next to the bed.

"I'm assuming you haven't slept" he stated firmly and I said nothing.

His gaze turned from the ceiling to me. I said nothing, Wesker sitting up slowly.

"Claire?" He called as he rest on the palm of his hand, my lips trembling as I held my head down. The tears flowed free, my sobs silent as something within me tore.

If only I wasn't in love with him.

"Claire if its about earlier I'm still in love with you, I will always be" he confessed as he stood. I turned to face him, my eyes red and swollen.

"At this point don't care if you are still in love with me Albert!" I yelled and he came close enough to hold me.

I didn't allow it however, me taking wide steps away from him. He stared at his raised hands blankly.

"Where is all this coming from?"  He asked me.

"Does it matter?" I yelled and he kept his eyes fixed to me.

"Claire I'm a man and you are a woman, we are old enough to say what we feel...what the hell is wrong with you?!" He yelled as his eyes went from blue to amber, a sight that would usually drive fear into me.

At this point I didn't care. I was angry for loving the man standing before me.

"I don't know, why don't you consult this!" I yelled as I threw his phone to the wall, Wesker's eyes going wide. He stared at the the phone that now had a cracked screen.

"You did not just toss my phone to the wall?" He asked through gritted teeth, and I jerked when he yelled after a long moment of silence.

"Claire I asked you a god damn question!" he yelled and I stood there frozen.

"Do you truly understand what kind of information that device hold?" He asked as he came closer to me. I took steps backwards.

"Get out!" He yelled and I stood there frozen. I had totally forgotten how to argue as the words I had in mind would not leave my lips.

"I said get out!" He yelled and in fright I ran to the bathroom where locked my self in.

I slid against the door the moment I heard objects being broken harshly on the outside. I kept my knees to my chest.

Whatever I saw on that phone must be rather import to him for him to react in such a aggressive manner. I stared at the ceiling, was this marriage was really worth having?

What the hell had I dragged myself into? My stomach churned and I headed for the toilet immediately, the contents of the wine and cake I had before bed leaving my stomach.

I knew having that to curse my depression was an awful idea. I puked again, this time far harder.

If was a good thing my entire hair was in a ponytail or it would be lace in my own vomit.

After emptying my stomach I laid there for a while feeling weak. Now I felt hungry.

I then glared at the bath tub because there was no way I was going out there with that mad man. I was far safer in here.

I crawled towards the tub, my tears coming harder than before. Before I knew it I was getting the rest I deserved.

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