EroticReverie

Celia doesn't even move from the doorway as she looks from Brant to me. Staring daggers at me. Crossing her arms as Brant pulls out quickly and covers me with a blanket as he pushes off the bed and grabs his pants. 

"What the fuck are you doing here Celia?" he asks as she keeps staring at me. 

The woman who had let me into her home while I dated her son. The woman who had cooked dinners and invited me to them. The woman who Brant had married, and then divorced...because of me.  Shame burns my cheeks as I break the stare.

"Finding out why my fucking marriage failed apparently." she says angrily and I look up but her eyes are back on him, her jaw is set and she's pissed. As she should be. It didn't matter that they were divorced. Because finding out that your husband is screwing your sons ex girlfriend? Not ever going to be good new to find out. She'd already quickly drawn the conclusion that it started before their divorce. 

"Leave Celia" Brant says as he buckles his zips his pants and buttons them, walking towards her. 

"Leave?! Leave?! You dont think I'm owed a fucking explanation for this!?" she screams at him her hands shoving his chest, but her moves her out of the bedroom and closes the door.

"are you fucking kidding me Brant?!" she screams. 

"With a child?!" she yells and I wince as I hear the smacking noise of her probably hitting Brant. 

"Celia!" he yells. "Quit it!" his voice is loud and I clutch the blankets.

"She's not a child" he growls at her. 

"OH fuck you Brant! She dated your son! How long have you been fucking that whore!?" she yells and I can tell she yells specifically for me to hear it. 

"Shut your mouth!" he yells at her and she starts to smack him again, and I can only imagine the scene out side the door. 

"huh Brant!? How fucking long!? You were fucking her before you left werent you!? WErent you?!" she screams. 

"YES" he finally answers and she stops screaming. 

I hear her go silent. 

"Yes." he answers again. 

I hear her voice. 

"Why?" she asks, her voice cracking and I swallow the lump in my throat. Tears in my own eyes. I wasn't heartless. I did feel bad. But...I loved him. I wouldn't feel bad for loving him. 

"It just happened." he says and I sit there, the small house making it easy to hear every word even through the shut door.

"It doesnt just happen that you cheat on your wife" she says crying. 

"I wasn't happy anymore Celia." he says.

"Fuck you! WE WERE HAPPY!" she yells through her crying. 

"WE WERE HAPPY TILL YOUR DICK DECIDED IT NEEDED TO FUCK A LITTLE GIRL!" she screams. 

Brant is quiet a moment.

"I dont expect you to understand Celia." he says and I wait for either of them to speak. 

"I don't expect you to fucking like it either....but I'm with her. We're together." he says. 

"I was going to tell you eventually." he says. 

"You ..are such...a fucking bastard." she cries.

"Why the fuck are you even here Celia?" he asks and she scoffs. 

"Because you fucking prick. Henson called and told me he tried to call you to tell you that someones car was in the driveway, and there were lights on last night and that the fucking car was still here. But since you were to busy FUCK-ING your whore I guess YOU missed the fucking call!" she yells at him. 

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Brant

I hated seeing Celia like this. I hated what I'd done to her. I felt bad, but...at the same time, didn't. Maybe that made me the prick she'd told me I was. But I couldnt fucking help what I'd done now. There was no taking anything back, and I didn't want to. 

"Let me be the one to tell Brett about this." I tell her. 

"You think I want to tell my son his father is a cheating fucking bastard? That sleeps with his sons whore!?" she yells.

"Call me whatever the fuck you have to call me Celia, but I swear to god if you call my girlfriend a whore one mo-"

"HA!" she laughs. "You're girlfriend!? Is that right?" She laughs hysterically. 

"You are a fucking pig, you AND her! Fucking disgusting pigs and whores, BOTH OF YOU!" she yells and I grab her by the arm, dragging her out. 

"Get you fuckings hands off me!" she shouts. 

"I'll talk to you when you're calmed down." I say and shove her through the kitchen and towards the door. 

"SHES A FUCKING WHORE!" Celia screams as I keep pushing her out the door trying not to be too rough with her. I'd never fucking hit her, no matter how fucking bad I wanted to right now. 

"YOURE A FUCKING WHORE ABIGAIL!" she screams and I push her through the front door. 

"Get the fuck out of here Celia!" I yell and slam the door. 

"WHORE!" she screams maniacally and I lift my hands to my head. 

"LEAVE!" I yell through the door. She picks up a potted plant off the patio table and hauls it through the window, glass shattering across the kitchen floor. 

"YOURE FUCKING CRAZY!" I yell at her. 

She picks up another. 

"CELIA!" I yell at her as the other potted plant covered in snow is aimed for the window , but crashes against the siding instead. 

"Brant?" I spin my head towards the hall and see Abigail in tears. 

"Baby...go back in the room." I say to her as she looks at the glass on the floor. 

"I'm sorry" she cries. 

I turn my back to the crazy fucking screaming of my ex wife and walk to Abigail and cup her face, as she stands with the blanket around her. 

"You have nothing to be sorry for." I lift her chin and kiss her. 

"Just go to the room, let me handle her, get her out of here. Alright?" I say and brush my hand over her hair and she nods sniffling. 

"don't cry baby" I say and kiss her forehead. She nods and qipes her tears , turning away still crying as I face the door and roll my eyes at the still screaming Celia. 

I shake my head and walk to my boots. Careful not to step on the glass and shove my feet in them and then pull open the door. 

"Celia, what the fuck?" I ask as I watch her kicking at Abigials tires on her car. Pounding on the hood. 

"fucking whore!" she cries as she beats on the car and I walk through the snow shirtless and cold as fuck to get my fucking estranged ex wife, the fuck out of here. 

"Celia...Celia!" I yell when she doesnt answer and she spins and her hands drop to her sides. 

Her lower lip is trembling, her cheeks are soaked. 

"I loved you" she says defeated and I swallow the lump in my throat put there by the tortured look on her face. 

"I still do" she croaks and she collapses to her knees in the snow. Crying as she goes to her hands and chokes on her sobs. 

I sigh. Not annoyed, or, yes, annoyed, but mostly just feeling sorry for making her act this way, making her feel this way. 

I walk over to her and reach down to grab her under her arms to lift her up. 

"Dont!" "Dont touch me!" she wails.

I pull her up anyways, and falls into me, her face in my chest. 

Her arms come around me. 

"Please" she cries. 

I don't hug her back. But I let her cry on me, I let her cling to me, because I dont have it in me to push her away. 

"Celia." I say her name gently. 

"Brant, please" she cries. 

It was crazy watching her experience almost every emotion at once, watching her trash the window and scream at the top of her lungs, and then plead with me , sobbing into my chest. Proclaiming she still loved me after what she was well aware of what I'd done. 

"She's a girl Brant." she says and lifts her cheek from my chest. 

"She'll never love you like I did." she says shaking her head. 

There was no point in telling Celia, it didnt matter how much or how little Abigail loved me. Because I was already in love with her more than I'd ever been with Celia. I couldn't tell Celia that Abigail made me feel so much more than I'd ever felt with her. I was an adulterous bastard, but I wasn't that cruel. 

"I love her Celia." I tell her simply. 

She shakes her head. "No you dont" 

"I do. I love her." I tell her. 

"I regret the way it happened. I regret that I hurt you, that I've hurt Brett, and betrayed the trust of both of you. But I don't regret falling in love with her." I say

She shakes her head. "You just like her because she's young." 

"I love her. and I love her for plenty of reasons. Her age isn't even in the top half of the list." I say and she shoves at me. 

I let her step back. 

"I don't know what to say Celia. Because, what I did,...it was fucking the worst thing I could do...and you didnt deserve it...but...it sounds shitty....but I couldnt help it. I wish I couldve been a better husband. I didnt want to ruin our marriage....but..it was ruined the second I started falling for her." I admit. 

"Stop" she cries and shakes her head. "Just fucking stop." 

I shut my mouth. 

"I hate you." she croaks. 

"I know. And i deserve it." I say. 

she looks at me, shaking her head. 

"I was good to you." she says, swiping angrily at her tears. 

"I know."  I say and look at her. 

"Did you even love me?" she asks and I nod.

"Of course I did." I say. 

Her lip quivers. "Then why? why?" 

"You won't like my answer." I say. 

"Give it to me anyways...I deserve the truth." she says. 

"Because I wanted her." 

"I wanted her more than I wanted our marriage." I say and I watch the tears fall her lips shaking. 

"We were happy Celia. We were. But... I fell in love with her. With someone else. And fell out of love with you." I admit it, as scathing as it may be. 

She chokes on a cry and turns her head. 

"I'll talk to you as much as you need me to Celia. But right now...I need you to leave."  I say. 

Her gaze comes back to me. 

"So you can go fuck your whore?" she asks, snarling through her tears. 

"Don't call her that." I say. 

"I know your pissed at me, and at her, and have every right to be. But I wont talk to you about a damn thing if you keep disreespecting her. " I say. 

"I want to give you answers Celia. Any answers you want. You deserve that at the very least. But I wont sit here and let you call her names. Call her anything else again, and we're done. No more answers. No more explanation." I say and she scoffs and swipes more tears. 

"Go home Celia." I say. 

"I'll call you after the holidays." I tell her and she just scowls. 

"You ruined our lives." she says. "For her." 

"Go home Celia." I say and  she just shakes her head and looks away.

"Go home." I say gently. 

Surprisingly she listens. She turns. Her boots crunching in the snow as she walks down the driveway to her car. I watch as she gets in, flipping her mirror down and wiping her eyes. Flipping it back up and looks at me through the windshield.  We hold each others eyes for a moment. Then she's pulling out. Pulling away. And I stand there, just watching the car drive off. Making sure she leaves. Taking a deep breath, collecting my thoughts, processing what the fuck just happened as I lift a hand and run it through my hair.

I hear the door and the crunch of boots. I turn my head and find Abigail looking at me. She's in leggings, and heavy knit sweater as she walks across the porch, looking down at me. 

"It's cold." she says. "Come inside." 

I turn my head back and look down the drive and sigh. Her boots crunch in the snow and she walks to me, around me and looks up at me and I look down at her. Her eyes are red, but they are dry. 

She puts her hands to my chest. 

"You're gonna get sick." she says and I the side of my mouth lifts, as I lift a hand to her perfect face. 

Worth it I think to myself. Definitely worth it.