Sophia’s Point of View
Mr Prescott smiled and there was nothing remotely warm about it.
“You received a letter in my home from my enemy and you thought I would be unaware?”
Mr Prescott intercepted the letter before it got to me and resealed it back. From before we had come here, he had known about it yet he had kept quiet.
Yet he had acted so normal, oblivious even. Mr Prescott had so many faces and I was beginning to wonder if I really knew him as well as I thought I did.
“You are as calculating as Jerry said.” I said, my arms going around myself as though that would protect me from the chill I suddenly felt in my chest.
Mr Prescott’s gaze narrowed.
“And you, Miss Evergreen, would prefer to listen to a man that has shown time and time again that he is untrustworthy rather than to listen to me.”
“But I have been trying to listen to you, Reid,” I said, taking a step towards him. “I want to know you but you aren’t letting me in.”
That was why I was here and not hightailing it as far as I could get from him. That was the reason I never believed all Jerry and Daphne said. Because I trusted Mr Prescott in ways words could not express. If only he would let me in.
For a moment, staring into the depths of his gray eyes, I was certain Mr Prescott would give in. For a moment.
But Mr Prescott’s face hardened and the moment was gone.
“You are just my business partner, Miss Evergreen, don’t overstep your limits.”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut and all I could do was suck in an angry frustrated breath.
“With all due respect, fuck you, Mr Prescott.”
I wish he responded to me. I wish he yelled at me but he only walked out of the room leaving me all alone with my anger and pain.
I grabbed the complimentary wine on our countertop fully intending to chug the whole thing down to dull the edges of my pain.
Right, I couldn’t even do that because I was pregnant. And there was a high possibility Mr Prescott was the father.
Screaming, I flung the bottle of wine to the ground and it shattered, a small fragment cutting my wrist.
I barely noticed as I crumpled to the ground, my entire body shaking with sobs as I cried. I wasn’t sure why I was crying but the tears didn’t stop coming no matter what I did.
Maybe it was my pregnancy hormones or maybe it was because I was finally accepting the fact that Mr Prescott didn’t care about me.
I woke up alone, tucked into our bed, my wrist bandaged with all the glass and wine cleaned up like it never happened.
I looked at my bandaged wrist with conflicting emotions. Why was Mr Prescott being like this?
How could he be cold and distant one moment then bandaging my wrist and tucking me in the next like he actually cared?
Why couldn’t he stop confusing me? If he maltreated and abused me as Jerry had done maybe then it would be easier for me to let go of him.
‘I’ll be at The Bar tomorrow at noon.’
Penelope’s words came back to me filling me with a determination that might have scared me once. Once.
Fine. If Mr Prescott was not going to let me in, I would find out the truth for myself and know if he had just been manipulating me all this while.
I was going to meet Penelope.
It took me some time to locate The Bar. The area was packed with many bars that I couldn’t tell the specific one Penelope had been referring to. But after speaking to a local, I discovered there was an intercontinental restaurant called The Bar.
When I got there, Penelope was waiting sipping on her tea elegantly. Looking at her and recalling, I realized Mr Prescott had a type.
Soft-spoken, elegant, eloquent with a cool demeanour that obviously came from being wealthy.
Everything I wasn’t.
I sat opposite her and Penelope tore her gaze away from the window long enough to look at me.
“I didn’t think you would actually come here.” She said softly.
I wondered if Penelope ever raised her voice and lost her cool. I wondered if Mr Prescott preferred that about her.
“Let’s cut straight to point, shall we?” I said pointedly. “Why are you here?”
At my words, Penelope paused, her teacup halfway to her lips before she returned it to the table.
“I expected you to ask me something… different.” She seemed surprised.
She was right to be. On my way here, I had thought of the many questions I would ask her. Of all the answers I needed before I decided on this one.
“I trust my husband,” I told her matter of factly. “Nothing you say will change that. I just want to know why you are here now.”
Why now? There were too many coincidences that weren’t adding up.
If she and Mr Prescott had fallen out then how did Penelope know where exactly to find us? She’d literally bumped into me in the hallway.
Penelope nodded once before responding. “Daphne invited me over.”
I knew something was off.
That conniving woman. Of course, she was behind this.
Since Daphne turned up on this trip, things between Mr Prescott and I had gone down the hill so fast.
From dancing with him to mentioning his ex to me and forcing herself on him using her drunkenness as an excuse, she was steadily trying to drive a wedge between Mr Prescott and me.
And after last night, she might just have succeeded. I was suddenly pissed at myself for playing into her games so easily.
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at Penelope.
“So you came at her request for what? Revenge?”
“Closure,” Penelope said evenly and I was surprised to see tears in her eyes. “I came for closure.”
She swallowed audibly before saying her next words.
“As his wife, I think you need to hear this.”