Chapter 20

Chapter 20

BLAIRE

It feels like our honeymoon stage is over. For the last few weeks, we've

been over the moon. We can't keep our hands to ourselves and always

indulge in an adventurous. journey full of passion and desire. All those

passionate nights I've spent with him made up for the past year that we

lost.

But now that it was over, our lives got back to the way they were.

Sebastian becomes busier with the opening of his newly constructed

hotel. I was left in the house most of the time, looking after my father.

Though Sebastian hired a nurse to take care of him, still want to assist

him in any way I can.

During my

free time, I still manage to bake some cake as a past time. This

afternoon, I wanted to bake a chocolate moose for Sebastian. I've been

busy the whole time, so I wasn't able to check my phone. I figure that

since Sebastian was busy with his meetings. he wouldn't be able to text

or call me.

“Is Mrs. Foster here?” I heard Clifford's voice right outside the kitchen.

“Yes, she is,” he answered in a female voice, probably one of the

maids.

It didn't take long before Clifford walked right into the kitchen. I was too

focused on sifting the cocoa powder on top of my chocolate moose,

“Madam, is your phone with you?” he asked once he entered the

kitchen.

“Hmm...” I thought for a second and realized that I had left it in my

room. “No. It's in my room. Why? Is Sebastian with you? He's quite

early.” I said as I peeked at the clock. hanging on the kitchen wall. It

was just five in the afternoon. He usually comes home around seven in

the evening.

But I didn’t get any answers from Clifford. Instead, he let out a loud sigh

before reaching for his pocket. He brings out his phone and calls

someone.

“Yes, sir. He's here. She said she left her phone in her room.” He

stayed silent for a few moments before he answered again. “Yes, sir.”

He then immediately handed me his phone.

I wipe my dirty has on my apron before getting the phone from Clifford.

The

moment I put the phone near my ear, I inmediately heard Sebastian

yelling on the

other line.

“Why the hell are you not picking up your phone?” he asked angrily.

1 frowned and arched my eyebrow upon hearing his tone towards me.

“I don't like your

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tone, mister,” I started. “Why are you mad? Is this a matter of life and

death?"

I heard his sharp breath from the other line. He blew a couple more

breaths as if he were trying to calm himself down. After a few minutes,

he speaks again.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I just got worried when you

weren't answering your phone. I thought something bad happened to

you,” he explained.

“You could have called the house before overreacting. There's a lot of

people here who's going to answer the phone.”

“I know. I'm sorry, I overreacted,” he quickly apologized.”l just thought...

I've never seen this side of Sebastian before. When we were together

before I left, we were like a normal couple. We would have breakfast

and dinner together and sleep together. But we seldom talk. It was

probably the reason why I opted to run away rather than talk to him. We

started with a nonconventional relationship. We had never once talked

about what kind of relationship we had. My sudden departure was

probably the reason why he changed his treatment of me.

“I left?” I finished the sentence for him. “Sebastian, I'm not going

anywhere, I assure him.

I heard him let out a loud sigh before he spoke again. “What have you

been up to? Was that more important than checking up on your

husband?” he asked. I can hear him. sulking on the other line.

“I'm baking you a cake,” I proudly told him.

“You did?” he said. He sounded so surprised.

“Yeah. So don't be mad at me anymore for not answering your call,

okay? I'll see you later.

Are your

“I'll see you later. I can’t wait to cake. Don't let anyone eat it before me,”

he said before hanging up the phone.

I offered Clifford a warm smile as I handed him back the phone. “I'd

love to share a slice with you, but your boss made it clear that no one is

allowed to indulge before him,” I remarked, a playful tone coloring my

words.

“Madam, just the fact that you've lifted his cranky attitude is more than

enough for me. He's been quite a challenge since this afternoon,”

Clifford confessed with a knowing smile.

A hint of remorse flickered across my expression. “I apologize. I tend to

lose track of everything when I'm in the kitchen.”

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“Oh, I've noticed,” Clifford chuckled. “And the boss certainly wasn't too

thrilled about it.”

“I'll make a conscious effort to remember next time,” I promised,

offering an apologetic smile.

“Thank you, madam. I'll go ahead. I need to report back to the office,”

he said, bidding his goodbye as he left the kitchen..

I was smiling at myself as I looked at the beautiful cake that I prepared

for Sebastian. I put it inside the fridge and chilled it since I will serve it

later tonight at dinner as our dessert.

Once I'm done, I ask the maids to clean up the mess so I can prepare

myself for dinner. I still have at least two hours before Sebastian arrives

from work. I wanted to look my best when he came home, so I made it

a point to always prepare myself.

I took a long, warm bath to freshen up. My b*dy feels tired from the long

hours of mixing and baking. It felt refreshing after I got up from the

bathtub. Once I dried myself up, I immediately went to the closet to pick

up my clothes. I decided to wear at simple green dress since we're only

having dinner at home. Though it's just a simple dinner, I wanted it to

be special. I feel like, for the longest time, this is the first time that we

were having dinner like a normal husband and wife.

I didn’t bother putting on some makeup. Instead, I applied some serum

and cream to brighten up my face. I looked at the clock, and it's already

six thirty in the evening. Just a few more minutes, and Sebastian will be

here. I wanted to be the one who prepared the meal for him, so I

decided to go down before he arrived.

I was so humming in happiness as I made my way to the kitchen to

check on the preparations for dinner. I haven't even reached the door to

the kitchen, but I can already hear women's voices giggling and

laughing. Thinking it was the maids that were having a good laugh

while working, I shrugged my shoulders and continued to go inside the

kitchen.

My eyes widen in utter shock when I see what's happening inside the

kitchen. It was Catherine and her friends eating the cake that I

prepared for Sebastian.

“Who told you to eat that?” I stormed inside the kitchen angrily.

“It was in the fridge. My friends and I wanted to have some desserts

along with our coffee. So, what seems to be the problem?”

“Don’t you know how to read? I put a note on it. Didn't you see it?"

She rolls her eyes at me. “Come on, Blaire. It’s just a cake, okay? If it's

a big deal, then I'll buy you one. It wasn't that good,” she said.

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"I baked that, dimwit.” I insulted her in return.

She arched her eyebrow. She scoffs, “Now, I understand why it tastes

so bad.” Her friends behind her started laughing. “Don’t worry, I'll buy

you a new one, a delicious

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“Maybe you should also buy some manners. So next time, you'll know

that it's not good. to touch things that are not yours, I told her.

“Look who's talking,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest

as she gave me a condescending look. “Maybe you're the one who

should learn not to touch other people's belongings,” she said. She

sounded as if she wasn't referring to the cake

anymore.

“I didn’t touch anything that wasn't mine,” I responded confidently. Even

if it was Sebastian that he was referring to. I'm sure as hell that he isn’t

hers. I already confirmed it when he chose to remain married to me

despite my offer for divorce.

“Sebastian is mine,” she said with gritted teeth, confirming my

suspicion.

“Sebastian isn't someone's belonging. He has the freedom to choose

whoever he wants. to be with. And clearly, he chose me, not you. So,

stop acting as if I stole something from you. You're the one who ran

away from your engagement with him. You have nothing to blame but

yourself. You have already made your bed. Now, you have to sleep on

it.” I deliberately shoved her aside to get the remaining cake and save it

for Sebastian.

“You, b*tch!” Catherine said before pushing the cake towards me,

causing it to spill all over my dress. The last remaining piece of cake

that I baked was now on the tiled floor.

And that's my last straw. I grabbed the piece of cake from the floor and

shoved it in her face. She was screaming as I tried to grab her hair. I

pulled her as hard as I could until she fell to the ground. Then, I wipe

her face on the floor where the rest of the cake was.

“You want cake? Now, it's the cake,” I told her as I pushed her head to

the ground, preventing her from fighting back. Her friends were

probably taken aback by my actions, or they were afraid to touch me

since they probably know that my husband owns this house.

“Get your filthy hands off me, b*tch!” she keeps on shouting as she

struggles to escape my wrath. But since I was pinning her so hard on

the ground, she couldn't do anything but scream to the top of her lungs.

Her mouth was so wide open that I grabbed the piece of cake on the

ground and shoved it inside her mouth. “Stop it, Blaire!” she shouted

once again. “Mom! Dad!" she yelled for her parents in a desperate

attempt to

escape.

“What's going on? Oh, my go d! Catherine!” It was Stacy's voice that I

heard, who just

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came inside the kitchen. “Blaire, that's enough!” she said as she pulled

me back as hard as she could.

“Blaire Allicent! Stop it this instance!” My father’s voice boomed all over

the kitchen. That's the only thing that can make me stop assaulting this

b*tch.

“What's going on here?” he asked as he approached us with a cane.

His eyes widen in horror upon seeing our situation. “Blaire! What have

you done with your sister?”

“Dad, Blaire attacked me just because I ate her stu pid cake.” It was

Catherine, who initially ran behind my father to hide, who was the first

one to answer.

“Stu pid? You're the one who's stu pid. I clearly made a note not to

touch it, but you still did. Are you doing this on purpose? After what you

did to ruin my marriage?”

“What's going on here?” Dad asked in confusion. “Blaire, what are you

talking about? Who's marriage is ruined? And please, stop talking to

your sister like that.”

“She's not my sister, dad! She's the daughter of the who re that you get

to replace my mother!” I was so mad that I lost control of myself. I didn't

mean to say that, but it happened.

And before I could even apologize, I felt his strong hand touching my

checks. I feel like my head is spinning from the impact of his slap. Not

once has my father laid his hand. on me. So, it took me a complete

surprise when he suddenly slapped me.

“I know this is your house, and your husband is the one helping us. But

you have no right to talk to your mother like that,” he said.

A few seconds ago, I was already regretting what I said. But now, I'm

taking it back. I'm glad I said that. “I'll repeat it again. She's not my

sister, and most definitely, she’s not my mother!” I said this before

walking out of the kitchen, leaving everyone behind.

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