Chapter 75 The Promise Of A New Path!

Chapter 75 The Promise Of A New Path!
Jacob: POV

"That,"

I finally managed, my voice like ice, "is none of my business."

A thin, pathetic smile touched her lips. "It's yours."

I let out a short, mocking chuckle, a sound lacking warmth. "You have a lot of nerve, woman, coming to me with this bullshit. With all the men you've been with, you chose me to pin this on?" I stepped forward, placing myself squarely between her and Celia, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper.

"Get the fuck out of my face. I don't want my wife to get the wrong idea."

The word "wife" struck Adrienne with the force of a physical blow. Her face went slack with shock, her hand fluttering to her throat as if she were choking on the revelation. She had not known. She had tracked me down to deliver this news, assuming I was still the same man who had once pursued her, still available, still waiting. She had not imagined that I had built a life without her, in such a short time.

I turned my back on her, a deliberate and absolute act of dismissal. Every fiber of my being screamed to unleash the rage boiling inside me, to grab her by the shoulders and demand why she was doing this, to confront the possibility she had planted in my mind like a poison seed. But I locked it down. I forced my breathing to steady, my hands to unclench.

My sole priority was to shield Celia from Adrienne's venom, and from the terrifying, volcanic side of my own nature that this confrontation had provoked. I was deathly afraid that if she saw that monster, she would be lost to me forever.

At that time, the bus to Boudins arrived, its worn tires kicking up a cloud of dust that seemed to deliberately shroud Adrienne and the poisoned past she represented. The universe, it seemed, had granted me one small mercy. A curtain of red earth rose between us, obscuring her face, her form, the desperate calculation in her eyes. I could still feel her presence out there, a splinter working its way deeper under my skin, but at least for this moment, she was hidden from view.

Without a backward glance, Jacob took Celia's hand, his grip firm and sure, and embarked onto the waiting vehicle. The solidity of her fingers intertwined with mine anchored me to the present. I had expected trembling. I had expected questions. I had prepared myself for the interrogation that any reasonable woman would demand after witnessing such an exchange. But Celia offered none of these.

I led her to a seat near the back, the ghost of my anger slowly receding with the rumble of the engine. The wooden bench was hard beneath us, the cushions thin and worn by countless travelers before us. I did not care. The bus could have been a carriage of gold and silk, and it would have meant nothing compared to the fact that Celia sat beside me, her shoulder pressing gently against mine, her breathing steady and calm.

As the depot and the woman standing in it faded into the distance, I looked into Celia's eyes, finding not the questions or fear I dreaded, but a quiet, unwavering strength. She had seen everything. She had heard everything. And still she sat beside me as if the ground beneath us was solid, as if the man she had chosen was exactly who she believed him to be.

I wanted to explain. I wanted to tell her about Emilio, about the friendship that was destroyed. I wanted to tell her about Adrienne, about the pursuit that had consumed me, the delusion I had mistaken for destiny. I wanted to confess that the woman we had left behind in the dust had claimed to carry my child, and that I did not know if she spoke truth or lies. The words stacked themselves in my throat like stones, heavy and numerous and impossible to dislodge.

But Celia did not ask for them. She simply sat with me in the rattling seat, her hand still resting in mine, her gaze directed forward toward the road unwinding before us. She had made her choice. She had looked at the fractured pieces of my past scattered across that depot floor, and she had decided that what we were building together mattered more than what I had failed to build before.

In that moment, the rattling bus was not just a means of transport, but a vessel carrying them away from the ghosts of yesterday and into the tangible promise of their tomorrow, the shared silence between them speaking louder than any explanation ever could.

I did not deserve her. I knew this with the same certainty that I knew my own name. But I swore, as the city of Chameau disappeared behind us and the dense green of the countryside opened up ahead, that I would spend every day trying to become worthy of the faith she had placed in me.

The bus groaned and swayed beneath us, each mile putting more distance between my past and my future. I carried secrets now, seeds planted by a woman I despised, questions that would haunt me in quiet moments. But I also carried Celia's hand in mine, and for now, that was enough. That had to be enough. Boudins awaited us. A new life awaited us. And I would not let the shadows of Chameau follow me there.

Adrienne: POV

The moment the word "wife" reached my ears, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck me, rendering me breathless.

"Wife? It's only been two months since we separated."

"Have you claimed Emilio to be the father as well? I guess either one of us suckers will do right."

"How can you say that Jacob? You know it's not like that. If you give me a little time, I can explain everything to you."

"I am only going to say this once, Adrienne. If you want to give birth to that baby, get the hell out of my face before I lose it."

I knew his threat was not idle. That fateful night, I had experienced a side of him that would forever haunt me. The violence simmering beneath his control. He was capable of serious harm.

Nothing I said could convince him to take responsibility. I was at fault, the one who could not control my desires. The baby was his; I had been pregnant before I was ever with Emilio, though I had not known it then. As for Emilio, he avoided me like the plague. I never had the chance to tell him. I had hoped he felt something for me, that we might raise the child together, but he wanted nothing to do with me.

Running into Jacob was coincidental. I never expected him to be with someone, let alone married. The humiliation cut deep. I stood alone in the dust of the departing bus, my pleas scattered on indifferent ground. I gazed at the woman he claimed as his wife and quietly wished her luck before walking away with tears in my eyes.

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