Lucia's POV
Tears streamed down my face by the time Damon was done talking. I don't even understand how I loved this man. I trusted him with everything in me and he left me and my children for five years because he'd seen some stupid pictures that weren't even true.
Irrespective of how I stood by him during his trials with Julietta, Alex, and his father.
"I know what I did was wrong, Lucia, I regret it more than anything and anyone. But I am trying to make it up. Please give me a chance." He says and slowly raises his hand. He places his palm on my right cheek as his fingers caress my skin. He had his hand in the same place five years ago only in a very different way. I turn away from his touch.
Five years ago, his touch made me shiver. Even until yesterday, he made me shiver just by his presence, but now everything changed. His touch and presence are disgusting to me. I stand up abruptly startling him. He looks up at me, drops his hand down, and stands up.
"I fucked up big time! But please-" he starts again but I interrupt him.
“No! No! I will never forgive you, Damon! I can't. This is the reason you left me? This is the fucking reason you missed four years of your children's life? Is this the reason you cheated on me!" I shouted at him.
"All these years I've been a mess. Every day I tried to figure out what I did to ruin our relationship. I tried to put myself in your shoes and blamed myself for everything. I thought I was the stupid one. I always thought that a person like me shouldn't dream of being with someone like you! It's too good to be true. I trusted you, Damon. I gave my all to you, I stood by you, And you? You left me because you thought I was cheating on you!" I screamed. I couldn't hold it in anymore so I just let the tears fall out. I hate this. I hate the way my anger turns into sadness, my fury into tears.
"I know-" he starts again but my inner bitch isn't going to let him speak.
"Do you?! Do you know?!" I scream. “All these years, you left me and my children and now you come back saying all this shit and on top of that, you want me to marry you!"
"Lucia, I know. I know, I have hurt you. But this isn't the only reason why I thought you cheated on me." He says quietly. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Oh, there is something else to make you think I am a cheater, whore, and what were the other things you said?" I said sarcastically.
"You're not all those." He said, sternly.
"Says the man who said those to me five
years ago.” I snapped and he huffed in frustration.
"After you left that night I thought for so long and I realized that I made a Mistake.”
Flashback. (Five years ago. That night.)
Damon's POV
I quickly made my way downstairs as soon as I realized what I did was a mistake. How can I be so stupid? She loves me and I love her. I love her so much to let her go. And she wouldn't do anything to hurt me. She wouldn't do something so low. Liam is her best friend. That's it.
They've been best friends since we moved to Scotland. and I know it better than anyone. I hurry down the stairs and make my way out. I grab my keys and head out. I have to get her before it's too late. I should apologize for being a jealous freak.
"Excuse me, sir." I hear a voice and turn around to see The man whom I hired as Lucy's bodyguard.
"I am In a hurry, later,” I say and make my way toward the car.
"It's important, sir." He says. I sigh and turn around.
“Nothing is more important than my wife!" I snapped at him.
"It is about your wife.” He says and my eyebrows furrow. "You wanted to know where she was yesterday?" He says but it comes out as a question. I nod my head asking him to continue. "Um...yeah. So she was with Mr. Payne yesterday. They were shopping for a Rolex at Forever 21.” He informed me. She was with Liam yesterday? But she said she was with Ellie. Did she lie to me? Why?
“Are you sure?” I asked the man.
"Yes, sir." He responds. My anger returned and my heart broke again. She did cheat on me then. She lied to me and played me like a fool. I marched back into the house and up the stairs. With each step I took, my anger doubled
She is a cheat! I stormed into the bar next to my study and took out a bottle of bourbon. And then I drank it until I blacked out. She cheated on me! She's a cheat. Those were my only thoughts.
Present. Lucia's POV
"You shouldn't have married me. You should have married someone who You trust. Like the bodyguard. You shouldn't have married a worthless nanny” I say.
"I didn't know what to do. I wasn't thinking straight. I was so fucking jealous and....and hurt." He whispered the last part. "You lied to me. You said you were spending time with Ellie but you were with Liam!" He screams.
"Don't you dare accuse me! Yes, I was with Liam. I planned to meet Ellie but she bailed at the last moment because she had a date! So I called Liam. We were Fucking shopping together. That's it." I say and turn away from him, then turn back to him. "And we were buying gifts for you. Because your birthday was for the following week." I sobbed. Stop crying! My subconscious snaps at me. I am trying to hold my tears but can't help it. They are streaming down my face. Everything is so quiet around us and I feel like I'm alone again.
"You ruined everything,” I say after a few beats of silence.
"I know." He replies, quietly.
"No, you don't, and I'm not ready to let you know."
LUCIA'S POV.
I leaned my head on the window, my mind full of thoughts. Damon is driving as I sit in the passenger seat as he drives through the traffic. Today is the day we announce that We are getting married, once again, and I am very excited.
"Are you okay?" Damon asks, placing his hand on my thigh making me shiver. I push his hand away from mine and cross my legs. I hear him sigh and the rest of the ride goes silent.
Ed Sheeran is playing on the radio and he slowly sings along. I am reminded of that one time when Damon wrote a song for me as Valentine's gift and my eyes threatened tears again.
It was a very memorable day for me, that was immediately after his father had returned from the hospital and Julietta was stable.
Flashback.
I hurried out of my house to go to Damon's office. Today is Valentine's day and I am very excited for him to see the gift I've got him and can't wait for him to get home.
I drove through the traffic and finally, after thirty minutes I arrived at his house. The security guard opened the gates for me and I entered. After parking my car next to Damon's Range Rover I made my way inside with the gift in my hands.
Making my way inside I place the gift on the table and make my way toward his room. When I enter without knocking, I see something that makes my heart stop.
Damon is standing in front of the mirror with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I stare at him with my eyes wide. He's so fucking handsome. His arms and his back...
"Like what you see?” He asked, still facing the mirror and I giggled. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around him from behind, placing my cheek against his back. It's hard, yet comfy. He chuckles lightly. Turning around he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close.
"Happy Valentine's day, baby." I found my way inside and put the gift down on the table and made my way towards his room.
"Happy Valentine's day." I smiled at him.
He leaned closer and slowly placed his lips on mine. His lips were soft but hard against mine. His kiss was so passionate, that I didn't want to pull away, forever.
He traced my bottom lip with his tongue asking me for entrance and I gladly granted him entrance. His tongue battled with mine as we kissed. The kiss gets heated when he runs his hand up and down my back and gives my bum a playful squeeze. I pulled away before we could go too far. He whined at the loss of our contact and I laughed. "Come on, let's go." I pulled him along.
"Like this?" He smirks and I roll my eyes and he laughs in his usual carefree way and I hit his bare chest.
"Okay, unwrap the gift now," I say as we make ourselves comfortable on the couch after dinner. He smiled widely at me before ripping the cover and opening his gift. As his eyes landed on the content, they widened. A Rolex watch. The latest Rolex watch, which he had wanted badly. His grin grew bigger and he crushed me into his arms.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" He kept on saying and I giggled.
"You're welcome, babe." I kissed his cheek.
He pulled away and kissed me on the lips. A sweet thank you kiss. I smile into the kiss. He pulls away from me.
"My turn now." He said. I smiled expectantly at him and sat back. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Stay here." His breath fanned my nape and a shiver ran down my spine. He went back upstairs and came back after a minute or two. My eyes widened when he returned with a guitar in hand. He came forward and sat on the couch.
My eyes were already filled with tears when I realized that he was gonna sing. He settled on the couch with the guitar in his hands, and after clearing his throat, he began to sing.
I figured it out… I figured it out from black and white. Seconds and hours. Maybe they had to take some time…
I know how it goes, I know how it goes, for wrong and right, Silence and sound. Did they ever hold each other tight like us?
Did they ever fight like us?
You & I
We don't want to be like them
We can make it 'til the end
Nothing can come between You & I
Not even the gods above Could separate the two of us, …No,
Nothing can come between You & I
Oh… you & I
Tears rolled down my cheeks when he finished. That's such a beautiful song. I launched myself at him as he placed his guitar aside. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. I cried into his shoulder as he rubbed my back softly. The song made me so emotional. I pulled away from him and kissed him hard.
"That was so beautiful, Damon," I cried. He smiled a proud smile and kissed my forehead.
"I wrote it for you." He said and I kissed him again.
"I love you," I muttered before kissing him again.
"I love you too, baby." He grinned and kissed my head.
Present Time.
That day, I really thought ‘nothing can come between us, but it was different. He broke our relationship with his own hands, just because of some fake pictures. He thought I was cheating on him while I thought he was my everything.
“What happened? Why are you crying?" Damon pulled me out of my thoughts. I realized that my cheeks were tear-stained. He stopped the car in the parking spot of the restaurant and turned to me. He cupped my cheek in his large hands and wiped my tears. "What happened?" He asked again. I pulled away from him, unlocked the door, and got out.
"I hate you,” I said before closing the door.
I felt like I was under a spell, a puppeteer's spell, controlled by Damon fucking Walter, again.