~LYDIA
Morgana was chewing gum and humming as she pressed her phone. Her fingers flew over the screen, and she looked so comfortable sitting on my couch that the sight made me so effing mad.
I was pissed.
Hell, I was more than pissed. I was enraged. What the fuck was she playing at?
But most importantly, what on earth was going on between her and Joey?
Something had to be between them for her to have the guts to be here right now.
As if she could read my thoughts, the devil turned to face me.
"Lydia, darling. Come on, take a seat. Joey will be here soon, I'm pretty sure. Let's talk while we wait for him," she said sweetly, her face lit up with an innocent smile.
I gritted my teeth and forced back a sharp retort.
"What do you want, Morgana? What exactly are you playing at?" I asked, trying so hard to keep my voice even.
She raised her eyebrows at me in a bemused manner.
"What do you mean, sweetie? Of course I am here for you guys. See, when you went...missing, your husband was devastated. That poor man went through a lot, and I saw that he needed someone to stay by his side, to remind him that he had to keep living," she started.
I sneered at her words, unable to help myself.
"And you decided to be that person?" I snapped. Morgana shrugged.
"Of course. I am your best friend. I am the only one in the position to do that. I had to step in for you. We are like sisters, family even. That was the least I could do for you," she went on, and anger boiled furiously in my veins.
Suddenly, I knew that it didn't matter who this woman had been to me before my memory loss, I hated her.
And I hated the fact that we were best friends. At least that was what she was implying. Joey also mentioned something like that, and thinking about it now grated on my nerves so badly.
I hated that we used to be as close as she claimed we were, and I so badly wanted to get her out of my sight.
Before I could think about what I was going to do, I took a step closer. I didn't care who she had been to me, because right now, I could see through her cloying sweetness.
Morgana was not a good person. I doubt she had ever been, and a part of me wondered how foolish I must have been to let her be part of my life before.
That didn't matter anymore though, because everything was about to come to an end.
This was my house. My home. My husband. And no matter how badly this leech wanted everything that belonged to me, I would defend what was mine.
Morgana had to leave.
I took another step closer to her, my pulse thundering in my ears. She was so engrossed in whatever she was doing that she didn't even raise her head at my footsteps.
And for some reason, that made me even more enraged. I was done being polite. Morgana was going to feel the burn of my anger, and she would know that I wasn't the same woman she used to be friends with.
Before I could say or do anything though, someone stormed down the hallway.
Joey.
My husband barely managed to catch himself as he stumbled into the living room, and a large part of me was glad — relieved even — that he was here.
I stopped in my tracks. Joey was here. He had come straight home because I called him, and no matter how mad I was at him, I knew he was going to deal with the situation.
He would put Morgana in her place and restore my faith in him.
But to my utmost surprise, Joey did the exact opposite of what I expected him to do.
My husband didn't even spare me a glance. He stared at Morgana, his chest heaving from running directly into the living room.
The witch put her phone away and smiled at my husband.
"Hello, Joey. Back from work so soon?" she greeted, her tone conversational.
I watched as Joey's lips thinned into a line at her words. Ignoring what she just said, my husband leaned down, grabbed Morgana's arm and dragged her up into a standing position.
"Follow me," he snapped and led her out of the living room and back into the hallway without letting her say another word.
Everything must have taken place in just a few seconds, but my husband didn't do as much as look at me at all.
My jaw dropped open.
What the fuck just happened?
Did Joey just choose Morgana over me? The realisation slapped me harder than I expected, and my heart caved in.
My husband was a two faced snake. Whenever we were alone, he acted like he was the most caring, loving man. He acted like the most devoted man to ever exist, a man every woman wanted.
But when it came to Morgana, he turned into a completely different person. Someone I hardly recognised.
And to think that I had felt horrible about how I reacted to him the other night. I was going to make an apology dinner and tell him that I was sorry for overreacting, but I guess that doesn't matter now.
Tears stung my eyes. This was all the proof I needed, I guess. Joey must have been a terrible husband and a chronic cheat before.
That was enough reason to leave, and I was suddenly glad to know that I had indeed left him years ago.
His whole act about loving me was apparently to ease me into thinking that everything was good between us. And foolish me had actually believed him.
Well, now that he had made his decision and I knew exactly who he was, it was time to stop hanging around.
I was right to leave him back then, and now I was going to do it again.
With that resolution in mind, I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin, turned away from the hallway, and walked straight into the bedroom.
Before Joey got back from wherever he took his beloved Morgana to, I was gone.
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