*INNOCENT TEMPTATIONS || 18+ 🔞 🔞 🔞 🔞*
_Episode 35_
I crossed my arms over my chest and watched carefully as dozens of men transported Sarah’s belongings out of my house and into a large moving truck in the driveway. The sight was pleasing enough to almost bring happy tears to my eyes but I held back the emotion for her sake.
At the prospect of moving out—Sarah was livid, she hid her anger by masking it with sadness. Which resulted in her sobbing on the stairs in front of me and I tried not to roll my eyes at how awfully dramatic she was being. Her tears were fake and the mascara rolling down her cheeks had the texture of water rather than tears. It was a sight for sore eyes. The act had the same effect as an equally bad Hallmark movie and I wanted to laugh at her state—but I didn’t. I wasn’t that cruel.
My foot tapped impatiently against the hard concrete as I observed two men carry out her extensive coat selection on an over designed rack which I was glad to see go, it looked like a mix between tacky Versace and Louis Vuitton. I h@tëd that thing.
“Be careful with that! It costs more than your entire monthly salary!” she screeched at the two people who were only doing their jobs and they looked at me in question. I waved my hand dismissively and told them to continue dragging it away, much to Sarah’s distaste.
She stared at me with unbridled anger swimming in her eyes and I quirked my eyebrow, waiting to hear wh@tëver Sh|t she has to say for herself this time. “Alex, tell them to stop!” she begged. “Why do they have to take everything? I’ll only be gone for a month at most. That’s how long breaks last right?” her tone was laced with frustration as she looked up at me, but I didn’t feel a single thing.
No remorse. No guilt. No love. I felt absolutely nothing for the woman in front of me and it had to have been the best feeling.
“A break?” I repeated, staring down at her in shock. I couldn’t help but tilt my head upwards and laugh. “We are done. Divorced. Over. Completely over. No more second chances—or seventh chances, in your case. This is it Sarah.” I told her, watching as her bottom lip wobbled. It was what she always did when she wanted to get her away and a year ago it might’ve worked on me, but not this time.
“W-what? Alex, honey, don’t be so dramatic we can fix this I promise.”
I scoffed and took in a deep breath to control how angry I was becoming. I silently praised myself for making my sister pick up the kids this morning—I knew eventually Sarah would cause a scene and even though she didn’t care what they saw happen between us, I did.
Letting them know about their mother and I splitting up wasn’t going to be easy. In fact—I was nervous. The Alexander Moritello who made billion-dollar business deals and held important meetings almost every day was nervous to speak to his own children.
I had no idea how they would take it or if they’d even understand what it all meant. I was stuck between ruining their lives and their view on love and marriage at an early age and keeping something this important from them. My kids were smart. Eventually they’d ask where their mother was and why all her belongings weren’t around anymore and as much as it pained me to go through—I know I had to get out with the truth.
“We’ve been trying to fix this for a long time now Sarah. It isn’t going anywhere and dragging our relationship along is doing nothing for our family, please understand that.” In all the years I had known her, I had never seen Sarah so…glum. I was used to her witty attitude and constant mood swings, not tears and what convincingly looked like heartbreak. The last shred of me that cared about her and knew her as a great friend before a terrible wife wanted me to keep her in my life, give her a second chance. But I knew I’d end up regretting that decision. It would be hard for now, but I had things to look forward to.
Like Gianna. My beautiful girl. Who I missed dearly. I needed her like I needed the air to breathe. She was everything Sarah failed to be and I knew I had to get to her as soon as all this was over and try to fix everything I had selfishly Fuçked up.
I just hope it wasn’t too late.
“Sir, this is the last box. Anything else you need?” I was snapped out of my thoughts and read the name tag of the younger man in front of me.
“That’ll be all Ryan. Thank you.” I nodded once and he tipped his hat towards me before continuing his path down the marble stairs.
“Alex, stop this nonsense right now!” at this point, anyone within a fifty-mile radius could hear Sarah’s whiney voice. The realization finally dawned on her that I was serious about this and she had truly driven me to the end of the rude with her bullSh|t.
“It has to happen Sarah. I gave you the opportunity to stay here for a few days and you declined my offer—this is no longer my problem.” I told her, attempting to keep my voice low.
“Where will I stay then?” she asked, eyes wide.
“You should have thought about that before threatening to fill my shampoo bottles with a hair removal cream.” I thought back to a few hours ago when Sarah decided it was clever to throw a tantrum instead of behaving like the adult she was supposed to be. The broken flower vase on the living room floor was proof of how crazy she could get and I was surprised I lasted so long in this marriage.
My mother would’ve been so disappointed in what my life had become.
“I didn’t mean it! Please understand that, you can’t do this to me!” she marched up the stairs as best as she could in four-inch stilettos, until she was right in front of me and I could feel the tips of our shoes touching. “Please, give me one more chance.” She sobbed out loud and threw her arms over my shoulders. I gently removed her hands from me and placed them at her side.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” I told her, keeping a cautious eye on the woman in case she decided to attack me. Sarah usually wasn’t a violent woman, but I wouldn’t put that past her.
“It was one lie. And I only did it to save our marriage Alex. I did what I did for us.”
As if that made it all better.
“What you did was for you. Not us. You thought a baby could trap me in this marriage and went along with that crazy plan for selfish reasons. That one mistake was the last drop of water in an already full glass—this is what is best.” I had to repeat myself several times before she got it into her head and even then, I knew she didn’t understand why this was happening. Sarah was a smart woman, education wise. Otherwise, not so much.
“What will I do without you?” she whispered.
“You will live. Take a break from relationships to focus on healing yourself and making amends with your children. You have already wasted so much of their lives being absent. Make it up to them.” I grabbed her palm and slid the ring off her finger, ignoring her continuous cries and the beating of my heart that was so loud, I was afraid she could hear it.
“My mother will h@të you.” She snapped, snatching her hand away from me.
There she is. There’s the Sarah I know and have come to loathe.
“Nothing I can’t handle.” I said, shrugging my shoulders to show how little I cared about Mindy Flint’s opinion on me.
As much as I disliked Sarah’s behavior, I knew her mother had an awful lot to do with how she turned out. Everything worth loving could be paid for according to her—and that included her daughter. As much as she craved the love she lacked as a child, this was not the way to get it and deep down, I know Sarah knew it too.
She deserved better. Real, breathtaking love. I believed that everyone should receive that type of epic love at least once in their life. Sarah needed it. She didn’t need expensive dinners, lavish cars and houses or huge paychecks. She need loving arms to warm her, home cooked meals and picnics under the sun. The type of love that made her cold heart thaw.
As much as I resented myself for not being able to give that to her, I knew we weren’t for each other and that’s okay. Someone out there would teach Sarah the meaning of love and the importance of the little things in life. And I could only hope she would get her happy ending at some point.
I had found mine. I let it go—like a fool, but I had it in the palm of my hands. And I’d do wh@tëver I could to get Gianna back into my home, away from all the bad things the world had to offer.
I loved her.
I loved her passionately and fearlessly. Some would call us crazy for falling so hard so fast but I didn’t believe that loving someone had a certain time frame. When you feel it, you know, no one else had to understand it except you.
I wanted to be the person she woke up to every morning. The person she waited for at the door when I came home from work. I wanted both her and my kids under one roof, playing silly board games and watching ridiculously unentertaining cartoons. I wanted to watch her dance around my kitchen as she cooked for us. I want to consume her thoughts. Be the first person she thinks of when she gets up and the last person to cloud her mind before she falls asleep.
I wanted Gianna Vidal to be better known as Gianna Moritello.
“It’s her isn’t it?”
Sarah’s voice startled me out of my thoughts and I looked to her, taking a quick glance at the watch on my wrist. “Excuse me?” I asked, confusion etched onto my face.
“You love her. That kid, Gianna.” The distaste in her voice went unnoticed and I wanted to give in to the anger coursing through my veins. But for once, I didn’t.
“I’m not having this conversation with you Sarah.” I told her, strolling down the stairs and onto the driveway where her car was parked. I opened the door for her as she followed me, hoping she would just get in and drive away. But no, that was too easy for her.
“So it’s true. You’re Fuçking a minor?” she shook her head slightly and laughed for a few minutes, as if the scowl on my face was the most hilarious thing in the world. “What, does she Fuçk better than I do?”
She was taunting me. Practically begging me for a reaction, and that is exactly what I gave her. I nodded instantly, placing my tongue in the corner of my mouth as the fresh memory of Gianna’s hair wound around my fist settled in my brain. “Yes, actually. I never have to think of cheap pornos to get myself up before we Fuçk. Can’t say the same for my time with you.”
I knew by the shocked gasp that tumbled out of her lips that I had gotten to her and I smirked. Like clockwork—she raised her hand and I caught it just before her manicured fingers came in contact with my face. I pulled her closer to me and she almost cowered back at the expression on my face. “I warned you about touching me in that way. This time, I won’t be so nice. Stay off my property Sarah. I’ll send my lawyer your way to discuss custody of the kids.”
I let her go before she could say anything else and speed walked back into my home before shutting the door and making sure I locked it. I took a deep breath and made my way into the kitchen, pouring myself a much needed shot of bourbon before the loud ringing of my phone filled the silent air.
I looked at the screen and stared at the common hospital name displayed in front of me and my heart immediately stopped. My first thought was that my kids were in trouble. My sister maybe? I accepted the call and rushed to grab my keys, knowing I’d have to leave.
“Hello? Alexander Moritello?”
“This is him. May I ask why you are calling?” I questioned, rushing into my garage through the side of my house.
“Yes, Sir. We have you listed here as the only reliable contact for Gianna Vidal, she was placed into our care a few minutes ago.”
The voice on the other end of the became quieter the more I panicked and I could only think the worst.
What the hell was happening?
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