I rushed into house as soon as I got home. I was praying Benson would be at home and thankfully he was, because the car was parked in the compound.
"Welcome, miss Violet. Mr. Theodore has requested to not be disturbed."
I passively dismissed her with a wave and rushed upstairs. He probably felt like he needed to be alone but this was the worst time for that. He needed someone to be there for him. A shoulder to cry on.
I knocked on the door hoping he would respond. The more I thought about how he was hurting, the more i did myself. I feel guilt, and pity at the same time.
I was still knocking and hoping he would answer when the door creaked open. He looked at me, furious. And i didn't blame him. It was all my fault.
"You," he said "You wretched, wicked and heartless woman. What did you hope to achieve with all that? You thought my father would pat you in the back and then give you accolades for working against me?" I laughed shakily. "You thought it would make you seem valuable in his sight? Don't you ever appear in front of me again. This marriage is useless and we will both remain as enemies until we get what we are here for." I had learned my lesson. There was no hope for friendship or trust with her and there would never be.
My heart hurt at his words, but he was this way because of me. If we hadn't gone to his family house because I reported him, none of this would have happened.
"I am sorry," I burst into tears. The burden he was carrying was heavy. I feel so sorry for him. I walked closer to him and wrapped my hands around him. This had been just an intrusive thought but before I could think if it was right or not, I did it and I am glad I did because Benson didn't push me away.
He broke down in my arms. We both stood there in the dark, with my ears slowly taking in the rhythm of his heartbeat. The more I listened, the more i sympathized with him.
"I'm sorry." I said again.
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