Victoria was sitting on her bed, looking lost and distracted towards her balcony. Her thoughts were completely out of there.
"I'll be back by 10, sweetheart." he had said to her. She kept recalling the sound of his voice on the phone over and over. Once, she could tolerate it. Twice, maybe. But she had lost the count of how many times this happened in just half of a year. She had swallowed the pain in her throat that her tears about to fall caused her. "Yes, sure" she replied. Lies. She was tired of lying. It didn't only infuriated her the fact that he hadn't been keeping his promises for months; It also shattered her heart to see how her happy marriage had become into this (without even thinking about how jealously invaded her when she thought about what he could be doing every night he lied to her). He didn't even look at her when he arrived home and she waited for him awake until late hours of the night. He barely answered her calls along the day and never called her by himself during the whole time he spend in his office in the city.
Everything had been so different. She didn't know why the relationship between Conrad and her had turned so cold.
Exactly one year ago, they were the happiest couple in the Hamptons. Their son is still a little 1 year old baby, his work is going better than ever and they have been married for only two years. She tries to show him how much love she feels toward him, that she's her friend, that she cares about him and what happens to him.
And there, sitting on her bed, with her black cotton nightdress and the silk gown, she evaluates those past 6 months. She puts the relationship in a scale.
He only looked at her when he saw her naked. When she got out of the shower and she was wrapped around a towel. And she hated that… she loved how he looked at her, it made her feel desired. But she hated it at the same time because it was the only time of the day that he paid her some attention. Then, he sometimes asked about his son.
"The poor Victoria… forever destined to be used an be thrown away like a plastic bag." she said to herself in a low voice.
But what should she do…
A soft, childish purr distracted her from her unstoppable thoughts machine that was her head. From behind, the sound echoed once more along with the fragile rubbing of the blankets in her bed. Her still baby boy readapted to a new position to sleep. She smiled sincerely with an intensity that was born from her heart. The child kept sleeping, but she couldn't stop looking at him. She was so in love with her son.
He might be more alike to his dad physically, but she realized since he was born that Daniel had a personality very similar to his mother. Even the way he cried and at the things he cried, she could affirm it.
He was Leo, one of the strongest signs of the zodiac. Even though she was Cancer and it happens to be one of the most sensible and vulnerable signs, the way she was raised had made her completely different.
In that second she heard footsteps coming up on the stairs. She quickly lied down and covered herself with the blankets. She put an arm around her baby's back, and pushed herself closer to him. "Good night, love of mine" she whispered.
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