What was it about the love of, or the lack of love from a man that turned the strongest woman into a hot mess?
Cleo’s brain was on fire since Cadmus told her he wanted to be back with his long abandoned ex.
Did you treat her like you treated me? she texted like a slur against his character. She saw the bubbles on her phone like an effervescent drink rising to the surface as he replied to her.
I never abandoned you Cleo, I NEVER abandoned you! he texted back in a stream of defensiveness. And she had to admit that he had never abandoned her in the sense he had always been there for her even when they were not together. He was with her now as he was with another woman and she threw her phone to the side. Lying on her side in the Parisian hotel that was the one he was staying at—he paid for it, he wanted her to meet Mathilde.
Her name was Mathilde, and he showed her a picture he snuck of her while she was on her side like she was now. Her face was covered with her long, dark hair and you could not really see her face but everything else indicated that she was gorgeous and that she had Cadmus. The photo he took was obviously after an intimate moment.
Isn’t she going to mind? Isn’t she going to wonder why she has to meet me? she texted, biting her lower lip.
You are my best friend…he reply texted.
Is that what they call it these days?
They had had sex a couple of times in the last few months, and now she was just a friend? Cleo flung her phone across the room, and cried. She was a fetal-positioned mess on the edge of the bed…
…and at the edge of her sanity.
More Wicked Wednesday here:
Oh dear, the poor thing. She obviously still loves him a lot.
Rebel xox