The Summer of I changed

by m.t.e

Jeremiah has moved on, kind of. Not really. Still single, still in love with his brother's wife. It's been years since Belly married Conrad and lived happily ever after. But they aren't. He finds out during a birthday party that Conrad and Belly have been sleeping in different beds, arguing and even discussed divorced. Is everything about to change between the three of them?

13. Belly POV 2

Belly's POV

The door slammed behind Conrad and it was the strangest mix of emotions. I was flooded with relief, but also an agonizing pain in my chest. Some monster clawing at me, telling me that I am not allowed to feel relieved. That I should be sobbing, on my knees crying about how I just hurt Conrad, tried to seduce Jeremiah and am still standing.

I take a few deep breaths. Pulling air into my lungs and exhaling as if it was going to rebuke the feelings stirring in my chest. Nothing will ever be the same now, part of me is happy because changed is what I wanted. But also, I feel like I need grieve my life, the one I had just a year ago. The smiles, the laughs. I wish I could just go back to being her, that Belly. That woman that had it all together, for a short time I was all together.

Part of my heart is screaming, shouting for me to run after Conrad and say I'm sorry. Tell him that I didn't mean it, I can chance. I can be better, I can go back to being the happy and smiley Isabel he knew. To just band-aid the situation, hold it together even if it means just pretending. I can't. I'm stuck in place, I'm glued to my spot. The glow of the window illuminating the maroon comforter. rustled sheets, where Conrad was once sleeping peacefully. I can't continue to torture him either. He's not the bad guy, I always knew he ran from his problems. Our problems.

One thing I know for sure, during this time away from Conrad and the girls, I need to decided if my feelings for Jeremiah have been fueled by my lack of control over my emotions or is it because I am truly still in love with him. Still longing and lingering to be near him, hold him, touch his face and stare into those blue eyes.

I crawled into the now cold sheets, covering myself up and pulling my eyes shut. Tomorrow is another day, a different day.

This is short, but I wanted to show belly's after thoughts. Now I'll move back on to Jere. Please comment!