Forsaken betrayal

Episode 10

Lennox slowly dragged himself upright, his hamds claspec around his throbbing head as another wave of searing pain threatened to split his head. He sluggishly moved his leg over the side of the bed, his feels planting firmly on the ground as he tried to rub away the sleep from his eyes. He looked around and found his pants on the ground and reached out slowly for it before putting it on. His body sat spineless as the migraine wrecked through his skull.

His eyelids felt heavy as he groggily reached for the silver crested drawer that was supposed to be by his bedside to get a cup of water but as his hands swept through an empty space, his eyes opened wide and he was able to take account of everything in the room. The garish monotonous color of the room seared his eyes as he squinted to see.

"This is not my room. What am I doing here?" He muttered to himself. He got up and looked around, fully conscious of himself.

His eyes widened in shock that boiled over into fury as he gazed at Gealic fast asleep with her ...locks peaking out from underneath the duvet. Almost immediately, the memories of the nights event came flooding back, further intensifying the throbbing pain in his head - storming out of the bar driven by a craze need to reach the penthouse, to reach Amelia.

He hated her so why was he affected by another man touching her?

But he went still, hoping against hope that she had tried to flee once more, so he could have a reason to be mad at her.

He remembered the look on her face as she opened the door to her room, the way she slipped, and how he had caught her in time, pulling her close as their lips met in a kiss that tugged at his heart. Then the unthinkable- his vision turned hazy while his body got overtaken by an intense urge he couldn't control, and a sinful pleasure while his body moved against his will. He had been drugged, he immediately knew it.

He didn't think much of who had done it. After all who else would want him crawling to her bed if not Amelia?

His face turned sour in disappointment at himself.

How could he have fallen into Amelia's trap? How stupid must he have been to let her get to him? How could he have lost to this mad woman?

But far above his disappointment was his anger at the perpetrator herself.

He glanced at her serene form on the bed and wondered how one could look so innocent and peaceful while her insides was shrouded in toxicity and deceit.

Fury ignited within him sending him spiralling out of control. He reached for the decorated walls where a shelf filled with dozens of precious ceramic and glass vases were carefully arranged, and in one swoop, he crashed it all into the ground. The clattering sound of ceramic crashing on hardwood startled Gealic awake, sending her sprawling on the bed in fear.

She immediately sat up on the bed watching as Lennox picked up a wine bottle from the table and sent smashing into a wall dangerously close to her.

"Have you gone mad? What are you doing?" She screamed, scrambling up into a sitting position.

He stormed ther side of the bed, his steps thundering on the floor. He leaned over her, his hands resting of the bedframe above her head.

"What did you do to me?" His voice was low in a kind of calmness that scared her.

She brows knot in confusion, wondering what she had done to make him this mad. Her mind played back to the events of the night but her thought were a mess.

When she failed to answer, Lennox angrily pulled the duvet away from her body. Amelia gasped in horror, her hands instinctively grasping for the cover before he could slip everything off her naked body. "Amelia, what did you do to me?" He yelled this time, wrapping his fingers around her neck

"What did I do to you? What is wrong with you?" She slapped his hand away, scrambling to her feet. "You came to my room and slept with me and now you're asking what I did to you? Have you gone insane?" He paused in surprise not just her words and her deviance but at her shamelessness.

He took a step closer till there was no space between them. "You dare to call me insane?" His hand shot out, grasping her face, his fingers digging into her skin. "Are you really that desperate, Amelia, that you let your need make you into a slut?" She struggled to get off his grip but he held her shoulders with his other hand. Only when a tear escaped her eyes did he release her.

"What did I do to you?" Her voice was shaky. "You sleep with me and then call me a slut."

He sneered at her words. "You deserve the lead role for this impeccable acting. You drug me and then play the victim?" His face twisted in disgust. "Do you think I'm a fool?"

"I did no such thing!" Amelia protested, but Lennox just laughed, a cold, humourless sound.

"Fine, you've gotten what you've always wanted. I hope you're happy." With that, he walked out of the room leaving Gealic trembling.

She sobbed and dropped to her knees, wiping the tears that dropped from her eyes furiously. Her heart pounded in a twisted mix of shame and anger. She had wanted to please herself for the last time before she disappeared from his complicated life, but she woke up to him calling her a slut. Anger crept up her chest and she struggled to control her ragged breaths, causing her heart to ache.

She was done.

She had no idea who this Amelia was like but she really pitied her. If this was the way she was being treated by her husband and her entire family, she was right to leave. Maybe her life was better when Ethan dumped her than now. And just like Amelia, she would leave this man, his madness, his house, the fake maid and her crazy family together.

She trudged to the walk-in closet, not awed at the size or the luxury of it this time. A new wave of sadness washed over Grealic as she spotted the box she had brought along to his house. She slowly walked towards it and pulled out the dress she had worn on the day her husband slowly sent her away and sighed at the blunt reminder of what she was, a miserable divorced woman whose husband left her for his ex. She was not Amelia, not some actress, not Lennox's wife.