Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 03

Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 03

On our wedding night, he drank so much he had to be helped into the bedroom by his groomsmen.

I helped him out of his suit jacket and was loosening his tie when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his grip like iron.

“Marceline.”

He called me by my full name, his voice a raw rasp.

“You know exactly how this marriage came about. I don’t love you. I never will. You can have the title of Mrs. Pierce, but don’t ever expect me to touch you.”

With that, he let go and staggered into the guest room.

From then on, we slept separately.

He took the guest room. I took the master bedroom.

It occurred to me that in the past three years, he had only set foot in the master bedroom twice.

The first was on our wedding night, when he stood in the doorway to deliver his terms before leaving.

The second was last year, when I had the flu with a fever of 103. I was so dizzy I could barely stay conscious.

Maria, our housekeeper, called him. He came home two hours later, stood in the doorway, glanced at me lying in bed, and told Maria to take me to Cedars-Sinai.

Then he left again.

He said Chloe had an important party and he had to be there.

He didn’t come home that night.

***

At seven the next morning, the first thing I did when I woke up was check my phone.

Nothing.

After showering, I went downstairs. Maria was already preparing breakfast.

When she saw me come down alone, she paused before asking, “Mrs. Pierce, what can I get for you today?”

“Just a black coffee, please.”

I sat down at the dining table. My phone screen lit up.

It was a text from him.

“Chloe got drunk last night. I stayed at her place to look after her. I have an early meeting, so I won’t be coming home.”

I put down my phone and took a sip of coffee.

“Maria, could you pick up a few cardboard boxes for me sometime in the next few days?”

She looked at me. “Are you moving, ma’am?”

“Yes. In a few days.”

She didn’t ask any more questions. She simply nodded.

She had worked here for all three years. She had seen everything there was to see.

“Of course, Mrs. Pierce.”

She nodded again and turned back to the kitchen.

I finished my coffee and went upstairs to change.

I had an appointment with a realtor to look at apartments. Before I left this place, I had to find a new one.

I had asked for nothing in the divorce, but that didn’t mean I was penniless.

I had my own trust fund, separate from the marriage.

For the past three years, I hadn’t worked, but the Pierce family gave me a twenty-thousand-dollar monthly allowance. I lived frugally and saved most of it.

Between the two, it was more than enough to rent a decent apartment and support myself for a while.

As for the future, I’d figure it out when I got there.