New Beginnings, New Confessions
"Arthur, I don't know where this going to go, but if something is going to work out, you need to be divorced." She said hoping that he wouldn't be offended.
"I know. I'm working on it. I don't want to hurt anybody." He said firmly, "but I don't want to worry about it right now." Ariadne put her head on his chest, as he wrapped his arms around her, trying to ignore his guilt. The next morning Arthur woke up, trying to reel in the night before. He had an affair. Although he hasn't seen his wife in months, he was still married, and he gave into temptation. He was overwhelmed with guilt, because he was determined to fix his marriage and he ruined it. Jennifer didn't have to know, he could just keep it a secret, and stay friends with Ariadne, ignoring what happened the night before. His thoughts were interrupted when Ariadne was out of the bathroom, she smiled at him. It was as if she was trying to reassure him about everything. Arthur suddenly forgot about his previous thoughts, and couldn't help but wrap his arms around her and kiss her.
Arthur continued his affair with her. He would sometimes feel guilt, but then realize that there was no point in fixing something that couldn't be fixed. Their relationship kept getting better and better, and Isabel would even call her mom sometimes. Isabel even started to call her "mom" which would make him even happier that his daughter loved her. He suddenly felt like a teenager, his relationship with Ariadne reminded him of his youth; there was something about her, her willingness to help him that made him relax. He knew he was in love with her, she was the one. Suddenly their relationship declined. Ariadne was often monotone about things, and she would cancel their dates. She would even rarely let Arthur wrap his arms around her, just when things were going great, everything went downhill.
As usual Ariadne felt awful. She knew she was being distant towards Arthur but she couldn't help it. Their relationship was never going to anywhere; he just wanted a friend to help him heal. She wanted to cry from how frustrated she felt. What about all that time I spent with him, he can't fake those feelings right? She remembered their silly dates that they would go on, sometimes they would just lie outside on his backyard staring at the sky, wondering about their future, as if they were young again. She didn't understand what the problem was. Isabel was starting to call her "mom", but she knew there was something that wasn't genuine about their so called love. He doesn't love me, he considers me a friend, even if we are dating we will always be friends, he will never love me, like I do. She knew that their once wonderful relationship was going to come to an end soon.
She heard someone walking down the stairs and noticed it was Isabel. Isabel rubbed her eyes and put her arms up for Ariadne to pick her up.
"You want me to tuck you in bed?" Ariadne asked her. Isabel nodded and Ariadne picked her up and tucked her in bed. She quietly tried to leave her bedroom but was startled when she saw Arthur. She fell in love with such a handsome man, but why would he show any interest in her? She quickly wanted to go to her bedroom to avoid any conversation with him, but he asked her an interesting question.
"Do you ever want any?" he asked as he followed her.
"Someday. When I have stability in my life." She calmly said.
"You have stability with me."
"Arthur, you're married, and you're still young. I don't think you want more children." She looked at him, and realized what she said hurt him. His brown eyes quickly showed hurt.
"Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?" He looked at her quickly before staring at the ground.
"No, I'm not mad."
"Then why are you distant? Are we even dating anymore Ariadne? Look I know what we're doing is wrong, but I promise you that I'm-"
"I can't explain it to you, Arthur. I just know you're going to get mad at me." She said before entering her bedroom and locking the door. She felt foolish for keep her secret for the past several months. She knew she should have told Arthur earlier, but she was overridden with shame that she couldn't even enjoy it, her pregnancy. She was already around 4 months, and decided to wear sweaters around his house so he wouldn't notice. Ariadne didn't know how she was going to tell Arthur, but she knew it would have to be soon.
So this chapter was inspired by 500 Days of Summer, I decided to give a fun side to Arthur, please review :D
