Chapter 20 Suck To Be The Only One

Chapter 20 Suck To Be The Only One
Present 

“I had to go to work without you. I’ll meet you at the TV station this afternoon. Have a good morning, wife.” 

Yours, C.K.”

Ciliian left early because the London investors were coming to finalize the deal.. The empty spot he went into the bed matched the cold breeze that filled the room. 

He was the foundation holding me steady. 

I prepared breakfast. I decided to drop by the office. I showered afterward and took off with a stupid smile on my lips. 

When I reached the top floor, Megan immediately set her eyes on me. 

"Morning Meg, is Cillian inside?"  I asked while pointing to the private office. 

She stared at me for a moment, and I sighed. 

I knew she might be wondering why his boss married me, so I put aside my speculations. Later today, the scandal would end when Cillian and I were interviewed on National Television. 

"Sloane, I mean Mrs. Montgomery  Ahm I--" 

"Just Sloane. I laughed awkwardly at her."I still work here.” I reminded her. 

I gave him a questioning look. Why the stuttering? I wouldn't ask my husband to fire her. 

"Is he in or not?" I demand to know. I was on the verge of getting pissed

Megan looked so pale and spoke, "Uhm, Sloane, I don't think it’s the time to visit--" 

"Whatever, I'm coming in," I exclaimed. I was about to open the door when I heard a woman giggling. I don't want to eavesdrop on the conversation, but my gut told me to. 

"Fuck me, Cillian, like the old times, I came back for you, honey; come on! I know how you miss me." 

I felt the lump in my throat; I held my tracks on pause. My breathing went over to the moon, and my heart silently cried. 

Cillian was going to have sex in his office. How could I be so ridiculous? My husband, fake or not, was a downright player, and he played women like a deck of cards. I was one of them, Women who came to him and warmed his bed. 

I suddenly felt so hard. 

"Sloane?" I paid attention to Megan calling me. 

"Eat this, I prepared that, and I will kill you if my food goes to waste."I placed the breakfast at her table. 

Megan tried to look apologetic to me. But no one could appease what I'm feeling. Cillian wouldn't take me seriously. 

Typical jerk. It turned out he was the worst, too. 

I pressed the button in the elevator, taking me to the parking garage of this building. 

My sun darkened and my heaven roared, for a moment I thought we’re heading in the right direction. 

A chance that it could be a perfect last life for me, a life to fix what was broken. 

I reached my car, and disappointment rushed through my veins.

He chose to break me, repeatedly. 

Life after life. It seemed to be never enough.

I breathe in and breathe out; I dialed Stacey’s number on my phone, and I guessed that crashing on her couch was a better choice than playing wife to my unfaithful husband. 

The consequence of shielding him from getting hurt was the reason I was tormented. I meant to save him from his death, and from that moment, things started going my way. 

I’m waging a war, and Cillian King Montgomery would be the target of my suppressed wrath. 



Cillian 

Leila left my office fuming. She wouldn't think I would decline her offer to warm my bed. But I gave her a flat no. 

I couldn't bear to look at other women. Sloane occupied every space; there was no place for anyone but her.

I stepped out and found Megan eating at her desk. My stomach growled. I haven't eaten breakfast either, and I wish I had the time to stay in bed with Sloane.  

"You brought breakfast from home? That's new."

I said. She glared at me and retorted, "Mrs. Montgomery offered it to me an hour ago."

Sloane? My Wife? Was she here? 

"She's here?" I exclaimed to Megan. 

"Yes, Sir, but she accidentally heard you and that lady speaking a while ago, and she just left. Sorry, I couldn't stop her, and she threatens me that she's ready to kill if the food she cooked goes to waste." 

Astonished by what Megan revealed.  Sloane cooked for me? I almost punched myself in the face. 

How much did she overhear?  I wiped my hands over my face in frustration. 

“Megan, cancel my appointments, I’m leaving for the day,” I told her.  

“Sir, what about the meeting with Mr. Fujitaka?” 

“Reschedule, and also please advise the security to ban Leila Hanes from the premises.” 

“Okay, Sir.” 

Teleportation would be nice right now. 

“Hello?” I called Mike right away. Sloane, please stay at home. 

“Is my wife at home?” I asked, picking up as quickly as possible. 

“Mrs. Montgomery is packing an overnight bag, sir.” 

“Fuck.” I yelled at the phone as I drove like a madman. 

She’s leaving me? After I told her never to leave me again? 

“Stop her. If she’s not there when I arrive, I’ll break your neck, Mike.” 

“Yes, Sir.” The ride home seemed to take forever. I hit the gas to accelerate the vehicle. 

I didn't even park the car properly; I took significant steps to get to her in time. 

“Where is she?” My voice dominated the entire house. 

Janice stared at me with fright eyes, “in her room,” she pointed up. 

Sloane was bending on the floor, her round, perfect ass blinding my sight if this were an obsession.

Then count me obsessed. 

“Escaping again, my wife?” 

She faced me; her eyes were a bit red —was she crying? 

The thought of making her cry pinched my core. 

She didn't utter a word, as if I were not here. The feeling of her ignoring me left me with fear and knots in my gut. 

“Leila was an old friend, and I told her no.” 

Sloane threw a look, indifferent and cold. 

“I’m moving out, I knew what I signed for, we’re still going to try to have a baby— “ 

I snapped. How could she downplay our connection? “ So, us having sex is just a way for you to fulfill the end of your obligation?” 

“I never said that, Cillian.” 

“Then what?” I asked her, Help me, I was at the end of the thread. 

“We agreed and I intend to do that, maybe we could explore our options, we can have a baby via in vitro, you don’t need to act as if you like me and—”

Was I a joke to her? 

The way she undervalues our relationship makes me want to throw her back on the bed and show her how attracted she is to me. 

“Sloane, look at me,” She did. 

“Leila is in the past. Yes, I fucked her once, and that’s it, and I refused to get punished for my mistakes before you even came into my life, so unpack that bag, you’re staying here. “ 

I was angry, I was developing feelings, and it was so sad to be the only one.