Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

Then a crazed husband burst in on us midway through sex, and he completely lost his shit. I picked up my clothes and ran. I never saw her again.

I still remember the devastation on his face when he caught us. It’s something I have thought of often over the years.

It’s the kind of thing you never forget.

There was no way in hell I would have been there if I’d have known the truth. I wouldn’t knowingly sleep with a married woman unless she was in an open relationship. I know what Seb went through. I would never inflict that pain on someone else.

My chest constricts as I remember the only person that matters in this story.

Charlotte. My beautiful Charlotte.

I’ve lost her.

She won’t answer my calls, she’s not opening my texts. She won’t see me.

She’s heartbroken, and who can blame her?

I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to say. How do I salvage this?

A little voice from deep inside my mind tells me that it’s impossible.

I click out of the story on my screen and run my hands through my hair in disgust.

I’m sick to my stomach.

This is God punishing me. I’m being punished for being promiscuous before I met her.

My love… gone.

I hear my office door open and I look up and see a familiar face. Unable to help it, tears of relief fill my eyes and I stand quickly.

“Spence,” Sheridan whispers, taking me in her arms.

I cling to her as if my life depends on it. After a long time, she pulls back to look at my face, holding it in her hands.

“Are you okay, darling?” she asks softly, her eyes searching mine.

“No,” I whisper. “I am not.”

She takes me in her arms again and holds me tight. “It’s okay. I’m here now, baby. I’ll look after you. We’ll get through this together.”

Charlotte

I wake from my groggy sleep and lie in the darkness.

It’s Christmas Day—the day I was dreading spending without my family. That pain pales into insignificance now. I get a vision of my Spencer waking up alone in his apartment and my bottom lip quivers.

Is he okay?

I will not cry today. I will not cry today, I chant in my head.

Penelope and William had a huge argument and she left the estate last night.

She took Harrison with her… it’s Christmas.

It’s been ten days since I saw Spencer. Ten days without his love…. his touch.

I feel like a part of me has died and I’m trying to learn how to live without a limb.