Chapter 3-
Chloe could only stare at Philip. She couldn't believe it was really happening. Philip, her one and only soul mate was standing right in front of her.
"Philip." She breathed.
Philip stood stunned. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. The only woman he ever had- ever could- love was standing right there.
"Chloe." He answered after she had said his name. He knew she was married, and that she had been for years now, to Brady Black, of all people, but he didn't care. All he cared about was memorizing every part of her. He didn't have her in his life anymore, so he had to rely on his memories of her, and he planned on making as many memories with her as he could, he knew they would have to last him a long time, possibly even a life time.
The looks between Chloe and Philip don't go unnoticed by Belle, and that's what worried her. She knew from Brady that his marriage with Chloe hadn't been a fairy tale, but she had hoped that maybe, possibly, they would be able to work things out. But now with Philip and Chloe looking at each other like that, and with Brady out of town, that hope was starting to vanish. She knew it was horrible of her to want to make Chloe, her best friend, her sister in law, to stay in a marriage where she wasn't 100% happy, but she wasn't about to risk Brady loosing Chloe if she could do anything about it.
"Um, hi Philip. Whatcha doing here?" Belle asked, hoping to break the connection going on with Chloe and Philip.
"Huh?" Philip asked, still not taking his eyes off of Chloe.
"You. Here. Why? What are you doing here?" Belle asks again, this time in a less friendly tone. Still, no such luck in getting Philip to take his eyes off of Chloe, or Chloe's eyes off of Philip. Belle is getting impatient. And worried.
Belle takes Chloes arm and starts to pull on it a little, half dragging her away from Philip, and says half to Philip, and half to Chloe, "Shouldn't we go get that present that you were talking about getting for Brady?"
Chloe looks at Belle like she's some kind of an alien from outerspace. "Huh?"
"Your gift for Brady!" Belle practically shouts. "You know, Brady, your husband, whom you are madly, passionatly in love with?"
Chloe stares at Belle finally understanding what Belle is trying to do. Belle didn't know the specifics, but she was around Chloe and Brady enough to know that Chloe and Brady weren't in love. And most certainly not Madly, or passionatly. While Chloe at one time had cared for him, that certainly wasn't the case anymore. She now despised the man with every bone in her body. If there was any feeling left in her for him at all, it was hatred. And in time, Chloe hoped to stop feeling everything, including the hatred for him. All she wanted was him out of her life. And thoose divorce papers she had sent to him last week would definatly do the trick. If she wasn't pregnant, which she seriously hoped she wasn't.
Chloe finally answered her, "Belle, I guess you're right. We had better finish our shopping." She turns to Philip and says, "It was nice to see you again."
"Likewise." He replies, watching as Chloe and Belle walked off into a store.
He immediantly gets on his cell phone.
"Hey- Shawn, yeah, it's me Philip. Listen, uh, I know this is going to sound wierd, but you wouldn't happen to know Chloe's cell phone number, would you?"
"What would you want with Chloe's cell phone number?"
"Shawn, I just ran into her and Belle while I was Christmas shopping. I swear, we totally connected."
"Phil, she's married."
"Tell me she is happier with him than she would be with me, and I'll leave you alone about it."
"Fine. Her number is 446-6063."
"Thanks Shawn."
"Yeah, whatever. Just know that if you do this, it could possibly change you and Chloes lives forever."
"That's what I'm counting on."
He hung up from Shawn and immediantly started dialing the number.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chloe allowed Belle to lead her into a clothing store, away from Philip, but she wasn't very happy when she got into the store, and she let Belle know it.
"What the hell did you think you were doing out there?"
"What Chloe?"
"Acting like Brady and I are in love! Not only in love, but MADLY and PASSIONALTY! Are you insane?"
"Shh, Chloe! People will hear you! And anyway, I was just trying to save your marriage! I know you and Brady aren't in love, but, well, couldn't you just try to save your marriage?"
"Belle, Brady and I have no marriage."
"What?" Belle gasps at this shocking revelation. "What, are you talking about?"
"Brady and I have been seperated. I filed for divorce last week."
"Why!"
"I don't want to go into specifics. Just know I had good reason."
"But! You, he-"
Belle was cut off by the ringing of Chloe's cell phone.
"Hello?" She answers.
"Hey, It's Philip. I know you probally aren't alone, but tonight, at eleven, by the docks. Will you meet me?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure."
"Ok. Bye blue eyes."
"Bye."
Belle looks at Chloe suspiciously.
"Who was that?"
"Nobody." With that they walk out of the store. What Chloe didn't know, though was that Nancy had been in the store looking at shoes.
"Brady and Chloe are getting divorced?" She asked herself.
Chloe could only stare at Philip. She couldn't believe it was really happening. Philip, her one and only soul mate was standing right in front of her.
"Philip." She breathed.
Philip stood stunned. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. The only woman he ever had- ever could- love was standing right there.
"Chloe." He answered after she had said his name. He knew she was married, and that she had been for years now, to Brady Black, of all people, but he didn't care. All he cared about was memorizing every part of her. He didn't have her in his life anymore, so he had to rely on his memories of her, and he planned on making as many memories with her as he could, he knew they would have to last him a long time, possibly even a life time.
The looks between Chloe and Philip don't go unnoticed by Belle, and that's what worried her. She knew from Brady that his marriage with Chloe hadn't been a fairy tale, but she had hoped that maybe, possibly, they would be able to work things out. But now with Philip and Chloe looking at each other like that, and with Brady out of town, that hope was starting to vanish. She knew it was horrible of her to want to make Chloe, her best friend, her sister in law, to stay in a marriage where she wasn't 100% happy, but she wasn't about to risk Brady loosing Chloe if she could do anything about it.
"Um, hi Philip. Whatcha doing here?" Belle asked, hoping to break the connection going on with Chloe and Philip.
"Huh?" Philip asked, still not taking his eyes off of Chloe.
"You. Here. Why? What are you doing here?" Belle asks again, this time in a less friendly tone. Still, no such luck in getting Philip to take his eyes off of Chloe, or Chloe's eyes off of Philip. Belle is getting impatient. And worried.
Belle takes Chloes arm and starts to pull on it a little, half dragging her away from Philip, and says half to Philip, and half to Chloe, "Shouldn't we go get that present that you were talking about getting for Brady?"
Chloe looks at Belle like she's some kind of an alien from outerspace. "Huh?"
"Your gift for Brady!" Belle practically shouts. "You know, Brady, your husband, whom you are madly, passionatly in love with?"
Chloe stares at Belle finally understanding what Belle is trying to do. Belle didn't know the specifics, but she was around Chloe and Brady enough to know that Chloe and Brady weren't in love. And most certainly not Madly, or passionatly. While Chloe at one time had cared for him, that certainly wasn't the case anymore. She now despised the man with every bone in her body. If there was any feeling left in her for him at all, it was hatred. And in time, Chloe hoped to stop feeling everything, including the hatred for him. All she wanted was him out of her life. And thoose divorce papers she had sent to him last week would definatly do the trick. If she wasn't pregnant, which she seriously hoped she wasn't.
Chloe finally answered her, "Belle, I guess you're right. We had better finish our shopping." She turns to Philip and says, "It was nice to see you again."
"Likewise." He replies, watching as Chloe and Belle walked off into a store.
He immediantly gets on his cell phone.
"Hey- Shawn, yeah, it's me Philip. Listen, uh, I know this is going to sound wierd, but you wouldn't happen to know Chloe's cell phone number, would you?"
"What would you want with Chloe's cell phone number?"
"Shawn, I just ran into her and Belle while I was Christmas shopping. I swear, we totally connected."
"Phil, she's married."
"Tell me she is happier with him than she would be with me, and I'll leave you alone about it."
"Fine. Her number is 446-6063."
"Thanks Shawn."
"Yeah, whatever. Just know that if you do this, it could possibly change you and Chloes lives forever."
"That's what I'm counting on."
He hung up from Shawn and immediantly started dialing the number.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chloe allowed Belle to lead her into a clothing store, away from Philip, but she wasn't very happy when she got into the store, and she let Belle know it.
"What the hell did you think you were doing out there?"
"What Chloe?"
"Acting like Brady and I are in love! Not only in love, but MADLY and PASSIONALTY! Are you insane?"
"Shh, Chloe! People will hear you! And anyway, I was just trying to save your marriage! I know you and Brady aren't in love, but, well, couldn't you just try to save your marriage?"
"Belle, Brady and I have no marriage."
"What?" Belle gasps at this shocking revelation. "What, are you talking about?"
"Brady and I have been seperated. I filed for divorce last week."
"Why!"
"I don't want to go into specifics. Just know I had good reason."
"But! You, he-"
Belle was cut off by the ringing of Chloe's cell phone.
"Hello?" She answers.
"Hey, It's Philip. I know you probally aren't alone, but tonight, at eleven, by the docks. Will you meet me?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure."
"Ok. Bye blue eyes."
"Bye."
Belle looks at Chloe suspiciously.
"Who was that?"
"Nobody." With that they walk out of the store. What Chloe didn't know, though was that Nancy had been in the store looking at shoes.
"Brady and Chloe are getting divorced?" She asked herself.