The Mistress, Part Two by Lexie Ray Read Free Book Online

Wish. Wish. Fucking wish. There weren’t words in the dictionary appropriate for such an apology though. So she could keep on wishing. She wasn’t being forgiven – at least not anytime soon.
    There weren’t a lot of eloquent words to saturate the bullshit of the situation. There wasn’t even any sort of device to filter any of it out. It was what it was. It was bullshit . Steaming, smelly, foul, and in all of its glory: bullshit . Villainizing Preston wasn’t the answer to everything. It wasn’t entirely his fault. No, he wasn’t an upstanding father or husband – but she had participated. She was also to blame, she kept reminding herself. This was her fault too.

Chapter 4
     
                  Preston had been in the city for days and she hadn’t dared to contact him. The kids had asked about him, but each of them had a phone – so she supposed he kept in contact. Sophie would talk about the multitude of gossip the two of them embarked upon via text message, so Marissa thought it really was a safe bet he was keeping in contact.
                  Lucas, on the other hand, had mentioned not wanting to talk to him. So even if he had tried to contact him, she wasn’t sure he’d respond. And she wished she could have said that she wasn’t going to push him to do so – but she couldn’t. She could understand his anger. Hell, she was angry herself – but he was still their father. She wanted them to speak; he hadn’t betrayed the kids, after all. This had nothing to do with them.
                  As she looked to her son gobbling down his dinner hurriedly, she decided – while he had food in front him, while he was happy – she was going to push. If only just a little, she wanted to prod. She felt like she needed to.
                  “Don’t you think it’s time to talk to your dad?” Marissa asked before twirling her fork around in a circle to entrap the spaghetti noodles.
                  “He ruined my life,” Lucas responded flatly.
                  “That’s a little harsh – not to mention dramatic, don’t you think?” Marissa replied.
                  “How so?” Lucas spat, and pieces of garlic bread flung out of his open trap.
                  “This has to do with our marriage . Not the two of you. He loves you –”
                  “He loves US ? He doesn’t love anyone – only himself,” Lucas interrupted, slamming his fork to the table.
                  He stormed upstairs, leaving Marissa bewildered and even a little upset. She was upset because of the situation, yes. She hated Preston for what he did – but she also couldn’t imagine ever hating her father. No matter what. She tried to put herself in Lucas’s shoes, but it was difficult. Her parents had never fought over something as big as this. Their marriage was steady and grounded and there sure as hell wasn’t any cheating – at least, none that she knew of.
                  She tried to think how she would react if her own father had slept with someone other than her mother. She’d be livid, sure. She’d even be pissed. She’d want to smack him in the face. But she wouldn’t hate him. She couldn’t. She never would have been able to do that. She wouldn’t cut ties. She loved him so much and missed him more and more every day that he was gone. But then again, she had to think of the relationship Lucas and Preston had; they had never been outstandingly close. They had grown apart over the years, and it was obvious Preston had a better relationship with Sophie.
                  She sighed, saddened by it all. She was going to fix this. Maybe not her marriage – that was out of her control for the moment. But she could try and salvage Lucas’s relationship with his dad. She could try. She had to try.
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