My Perfect Life

12 Moving back

Patrick 🔝

Elizabeth POV

"Patrick!" I yelled at him walking out from the bathroom.

"I'm here, love" His sickly sweet voice was getting on my nerves.

"Yes, I can see that. Why are you still here?" I demanded irritated, holding my bathrobe tightly around my body.

I didn't expect him still to be here. I asked him to leave after he dropped me at my building and walked me to my apartment. He didn't listen. What a surprise. Not. Patrick still stood here, in my bedroom.

"I just wanted to make sure you're ok." He said sounding sincere.

"I'm ok," I assured him more calmly now, feeling guilty for my rush rudeness and ungratefulness.

To tell the truth, I was a wreck. Spending almost an hour in the shower crying my eyes out, lessened my pain a little. Still, all I wanted for now, was to hide in my apartment with a bottle of cheap wine and wallow in self-pity for the injustice of my stupid fate. I would gladly wallow with an expensive bottle of Chardonnay, but I can not afford it.

How I wanted Alexis to be here with me. She would know how to cheer me up.

"I want you to return back home. To our house." Patrick spoke after he had been standing silently for a moment, digging his toe into my carpet.

I rolled my eyes at his ridiculousness and opened my mouth to argue, but he raised a finger silencing me for a moment –
"No! Just let me finish. This apartment is shit. The neighborhood is awful. I'm practically expecting gang wars on the street any minute now. You're not safe here. You can't argue on that." He deadpanned, looking at me as if expecting me to protest.

But, I really couldn't. He was right. A little exaggerated, but overall he had a point. This place's suck, I hated it.

"Legally you own the half of the house. It is only fair that you also live there." He continued

I processed this in my head.

"Yes," I slowly nodded and quickly added, "But I don't need anything from you."

"I can't live there knowing you're suffering in this dump."

Again, a little exaggerated, but he had my full attention now.

"We can sell the house and split money received from the selling, so you could move in something more convenient for you and safer." Patrick blurted out unexpectedly.

"What do you mean to sell?" After a minute of me trying to put my jaw back on the place, I could finally mumble.

"Easy,"  he shrugged his shoulders, "The house is too big for one person anyway."

I loved that house. It was beautiful. There was no way in hell I would want to sell it.

Patrick bought it for our first anniversary. House was old and in serious need of repair. But I saw the potential in it. I did all the renovations there. It was my baby, I put a lot of efforts into it so it looked stylish and cozy and just generally perfect.

The location was also perfect. City center but on the small and quiet street. And what was his main feature, it had a small private park and a winter garden.

This house worth Patrick a small fortune and a lot of strings pulling. And I loved all the gossiping and envious looks I got for having it.

Everyone who had been there admired my house and praising me for the great work I've done with it.