Marcus asked, “Is this really what you want Nat?” gently using the name that always softened her in the past.
Steeling herself against his subtle manipulation, she collected herself and continued walking down the hallway and then half ran out of the front door without looking back.
Marcus could not believe what he was seeing and hearing. His wife was leaving him, she was actually leaving! He thought that when he called her name, she might have actually turned around but when she continued walking that rejection felt as though someone had literally punched him in the gut and it paralysed him for a moment.
He heard the front door open and realized with one last burst of panic that he did not even know where she was going. As he began to run down the final steps after her toward the front door, he heard a car door open and close and the idling of an engine. When he got to the door, he saw his wife’s jet black hair disappearing into the doorway of the taxi that was parked outside.
“Natasha? Natasha? ” he called alarmed that there was a car waiting outside. He thought she would try to use her own keys to the SUV, but a taxi?
By the time, he reached the car door, she’d already locked it and refused to look up at him. He tried to open it but it was already locked. The tint of the glass also prevented him from getting a look inside and panic continued to rise in his throat suffocating him.
As the taxi pulled out of his driveway, Marcus frantically felt his pockets for his keys but they were nowhere to be found. He ran to the SUV to see if he could open it and get the spare that he kept in the glove compartment. The door would not budge, it was locked.
“Damn!” he swore brutally. He was so distracted earlier that he had locked the door and now shining and dangling from the ignition were his keys!
“Damn it Natasha!” he shouted again into the still mountain air and pounded the door of the Land Rover with his hands as he turned just in time to see the fading red taillights of the taxi as it disappeared around the corner and began its descent down the hill.
She had left him !
As the car continued down the hill, Natasha allowed her tears to flow freely. She hated hurting Marcus like that but she felt out of control and still finally in control at the same time. It was as if the two halves of who she was were at war, but neither could win. For years, she battled alternating feelings of love and hate, celebration and envy, flaming passion and an ice-cold attitude and she knew that if she stayed she would go mad.
The truth was that she was equally to blame as much as Marcus the night they first made l ove, when he had visited her after she returned to college. It wasn’t planned but it happened because they both missed each other so much and the passion and love they felt for each other took over and they had both cast common sense aside. It was reckless and it was foolish but at the time neither had any idea what they consequences might have been. She was in love with Marcus then and making love to him seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. They had spent two of the happiest days of their lives together but it all came crashing down when she discovered she was pregnant. It was a difficult pregnancy and she had terrible morning sickness which made it impossible for her to continue studying. When she told her parents and returned to Derrien Island she was filled with so much shame knowing she had disappointed them. It seemed that for as long as she could remember her relationship with Marcus was filled with conflicting emotions.
Now seated in this taxi, she replayed what she had just done in her mind. She did not dare tell Marcus that she was actually headed for the airport, and that she had made the travel plans about two weeks earlier. If possible a clean trail would provide her with a clean break!
“ I thought that you were going to tell him earlier Natasha?” said a voice from the other
Steeling herself against his subtle manipulation, she collected herself and continued walking down the hallway and then half ran out of the front door without looking back.
Marcus could not believe what he was seeing and hearing. His wife was leaving him, she was actually leaving! He thought that when he called her name, she might have actually turned around but when she continued walking that rejection felt as though someone had literally punched him in the gut and it paralysed him for a moment.
He heard the front door open and realized with one last burst of panic that he did not even know where she was going. As he began to run down the final steps after her toward the front door, he heard a car door open and close and the idling of an engine. When he got to the door, he saw his wife’s jet black hair disappearing into the doorway of the taxi that was parked outside.
“Natasha? Natasha? ” he called alarmed that there was a car waiting outside. He thought she would try to use her own keys to the SUV, but a taxi?
By the time, he reached the car door, she’d already locked it and refused to look up at him. He tried to open it but it was already locked. The tint of the glass also prevented him from getting a look inside and panic continued to rise in his throat suffocating him.
As the taxi pulled out of his driveway, Marcus frantically felt his pockets for his keys but they were nowhere to be found. He ran to the SUV to see if he could open it and get the spare that he kept in the glove compartment. The door would not budge, it was locked.
“Damn!” he swore brutally. He was so distracted earlier that he had locked the door and now shining and dangling from the ignition were his keys!
“Damn it Natasha!” he shouted again into the still mountain air and pounded the door of the Land Rover with his hands as he turned just in time to see the fading red taillights of the taxi as it disappeared around the corner and began its descent down the hill.
She had left him !
As the car continued down the hill, Natasha allowed her tears to flow freely. She hated hurting Marcus like that but she felt out of control and still finally in control at the same time. It was as if the two halves of who she was were at war, but neither could win. For years, she battled alternating feelings of love and hate, celebration and envy, flaming passion and an ice-cold attitude and she knew that if she stayed she would go mad.
The truth was that she was equally to blame as much as Marcus the night they first made l ove, when he had visited her after she returned to college. It wasn’t planned but it happened because they both missed each other so much and the passion and love they felt for each other took over and they had both cast common sense aside. It was reckless and it was foolish but at the time neither had any idea what they consequences might have been. She was in love with Marcus then and making love to him seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. They had spent two of the happiest days of their lives together but it all came crashing down when she discovered she was pregnant. It was a difficult pregnancy and she had terrible morning sickness which made it impossible for her to continue studying. When she told her parents and returned to Derrien Island she was filled with so much shame knowing she had disappointed them. It seemed that for as long as she could remember her relationship with Marcus was filled with conflicting emotions.
Now seated in this taxi, she replayed what she had just done in her mind. She did not dare tell Marcus that she was actually headed for the airport, and that she had made the travel plans about two weeks earlier. If possible a clean trail would provide her with a clean break!
“ I thought that you were going to tell him earlier Natasha?” said a voice from the other
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