~JOEY
"Calm down, Joey," Rowan said in a placating manner and his words made my anger blaze higher.
I turned to face him. "Calm down? Calm down? I can't fucking calm down, okay? I am losing my shit and calming down is not one of my options. It is not even an option at all!" I yelled, taking out my anger on him.
I knew it was unfair of me to speak to him like that, but I was tired. I was so fucking tired of the bullshit games Morgana was playing. And what it had cost me.
"Joey, dude. I get what's going on. Honestly. It's bullshit, and you have every right to be angry. But you can't keep pacing and throwing stuff at your office walls. That won't solve the problem," my best friend said calmly, and his rational voice started to pierce through my haze of anger.
I ran a hand through my hair and stopped pacing. Then I turned to face him.
"I can't...I don't know what to do. For fuck's sake, man. I don't know where my wife is, and no matter how much I ask that bitch to leave my house, she flat out refuses. Do you know that she has taken to sending me nudes every damn day? I am so fucking tired."
Rowan stood up and gripped my shoulders. Then he led me to sit down on the couch.
"Breathe. Like I said, you have every right to be agitated. But you have to do something about it. You've been at work for days now, and people are starting to talk. You can't let Morgana chase you out of your own house."
I sighed, and the fight left me. I felt so exhausted and all I wanted to do was take a long shower and sleep.
But I could not. How could I, when I had not a fucking clue where my wife was?
Rowan was right though. I needed to do something about Morgana. She clearly wasn't going to listen to me or my empty threats.
It was time I did something else.
"I don't know what to do, man. I don't. I tried, but it's not enough. I need to do better. But what exactly is better?" I stated bitterly to my best friend.
Rowan patted my shoulders with a small, sad smile on his face. He was about to speak however, when the door to my office opened.
And as if my words had conjured her out of thin air, Morgana stepped into my office.
Her lips split into a wide smile as she set her eyes on me, and I instantly felt nauseated.
"Hi, baby," she squealed, stepped past Rowan as if he was invisible and walking straight to me.
She leaned down to kiss me on the cheek, and I had never felt the urge to throw up the way I did right now.
I stood up and stared her down, letting her see the disgust in my eyes.
Hell, the disgust was in every damn bone in my body.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, keeping my voice to the lowest decibel.
She leaned closer to me and purred, her eyelids fluttering close as she spoke.
"I missed you so much, baby. You haven't been home in days and I figured that work is probably stressing you out. So I came to keep you company. And you know, offer you some sort of... comfort."
My eyes threatened to pop out of my face as I glared at her, but she didn't move. A small, simpering smile remained on her face, and I felt the urge to hit her.
But I did not. I had never laid my hand on anyone in my life, let alone a woman. And I would not be descending that low. Not now, not ever.
"Why?" I asked. I wanted...no, I needed to know why she kept acting like this.
Morgana cocked her head to the side and her smile slowly fell away. Her lips parted, and she was about to respond when the door opened again.
I turned to ask whoever it was to excuse us, but the moment my eyes settled on who it was, my entire body went rigid.
Lydia.
It was my wife.
Morgana, who was still standing very close to me that her body seemed to be plastered to mine, smiled and instantly made things worse.
She slipped her hand into my waistband and placed her head on my shoulders.
"Hello, Lydia," Morgana purred, and I could hear the wicked glint in her voice.
I pushed her away roughly, not caring if she fell or not and instantly rushed to meet Lydia.
"Baby. I am so relieved to see you. You have no idea how worried I was, and I promise you that Morgana is just...I have no idea what is wrong with her. Really. See, Rowan will be my witness. She just came in here and started acting crazy. I have been trying so hard to contact you. I needed you to know that everything you saw was a lie. You need to believe me, Lydia. Please," I rambled, unable to stop myself.
The desperation I was feeling seeped into my words, but I didn't care. I needed her to see that I wasn't a bad person.
And to my utmost surprise, my wife didn't flare up like I expected her to. She smiled at me, her eyes shining with an emotion I couldn't place.
Then she leaned upwards and planted a kiss on my cheeks.
My heart stopped in my chest.
She believed.
My wife believed me. I mean, her kissing me meant that she didn't think I was a liar anymore, right?
Then before I could recover from the shock, she strode forward and walked straight to Morgana.
The woman sneered as she stared at my wife.
"You think you can just walk in here and..."
Her words were cut off with a resounding slap. The office turned deadly quiet, and Rowan stood up in shock.
Morgana gasped, and her jaw dropped open.
"How dare..." she started to say saying, but Lydia chose that moment to deliver another perfect, well placed slap.
Lydia leaned towards a stunned Morgana until she was practically in her face.
Then my wife said:
"Get lost, bitch!"