The Court of Love

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Bonus #4

Veronica's POV

I can't let him go. As selfish as I sounded, I couldn't. He was there when I had lost my sister. He was the first man I ever fell in love with and when we broke things off I was devastated once again. And years later we found each other again.

A part of me hated doing this behind Arabella's back, having him sleep with me when they were still married. I hated that they were getting divorced. But that as the part of me that was her best friend, the part of m that cared for her.

The other part of me wanted this, for him to divorce Arabella so that he could be with me just like it was supposed to be all along. When he told me he wanted to end things between us, I didn't. And that's why I am here now.

I'm sorry Arabella, but I love Zoilo.

I arrived at his house and made my way to his door. I rung the doorbell and waited for him to open the door. I knew he was here because his car was parked out front, and well, I am his assistant so I knew his schedule. I was in charge of making his schedule and knowing where he was when he was.

When the door opened, I expected for Zoilo to looked shocked.

And he was.

"What are you doing here Veronica?" he frowned.

When he told me he loved her and that this was a mistake, my heart ached. I knew he loved her, even when he said he didn't I knew. Anger boiled inside me and I asked him if he was going to tell her.

"No, I won't tell her."

"What do you mean no? She already suspects that you've been sleeping with other women. Why won't you just admit it?" I frowned.

• • •

Zoilo's POV

"Do you think that I wanted this to happen? Do you really think that I wanted to cheat on my wife? That I wanted to sleep with her best friend?" I stared at Veronica in anger.

The moment I heard the sound of keys hitting the floor, my heart stopped. I snapped my head in the direction of the sound and widened my eyes. Arabella.

"Bella," I began to approach her. No, this wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to find out.

Arabella raised her hand and I stopped.

"I had a feeling you were cheating..." My heart began to ache, of course she thought that. That's what I wanted her to think. I never slept with any other woman besides Veronica, and yes that's still not right and yes I'm still an asshole of a husband. But hearing her say these things only made it more painful.

"But you slept with the same woman all this time! Out of all the fucking women in the world, you chose her! You slept with my fucking best friend!" Arabella yelled as she cried.

"Bella calm down pl-"

"Why her?!" Bella...

"I'm sor-"

"I don't want your damn apology. I want you to answer my question! Why?"

I told her it as a mistake. It was. I told her that I never meant to hurt her. I didn't. But I knew I had and at that moment I realized that this could be the end for our marriage. That she wouldn't want to stay with me.

If I could go back... No. If I hadn't done what I did, this wouldn't have happened.

Arabella... my love. I'm so sorry.

• • •

Veronica's POV

Arabella stood in front of me and yelled, "what kind of fucking best friend are you?! After everything we've been through together! After everything I did for you! This is what you do?!"

I know I'm a shitty best friend.

"Arabella I'm sorry I-" I began, but she cut me off.

The moment she brought up my sister I got angry. My sister had nothing to do with this.

"Leave my sister out of this," I said.

"Do you think I want to talk about this? About what happened to her? She was my friend! I miss her everyday."

I miss her too. Every fucking day.

"Ever since the day she died, you changed Veronica!" No I didn't. "I understood why you changed..." No you don't. "but months after the incident I didn't just lose one friend, I lost two. You and your sister!"

I did, didn't I?

I knew she was right. I did changed. But I would never admit that. I stayed silent and listened.

She began to tell the story not many people knew. I was a year behind in college and ended up taking five years to finish college due to family issues. I worked hard, managed to rank ten percent of my graduating class and applied for Harvard, along with other universities. After my sister's funeral, I then shortly got accepted to Harvard. I didn't think twice. I packed my bags and I moved to Massachusetts.

And that's where I met him.

After two years of knowing him, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes.

Three years later, we broke up. And since then, we grew apart. We promised we would stay in touch, but things happened. He was taking over his father's business and I... well things happen. I moved back home to Florida and Arabella accepted me with open arms.

I missed my best friend.

Who knew what would have happened if I never went to Massachusetts. Would I be where I am now? Would I have still met him?

"I helped you recover from your heartbreak and I-" she stopped and looked at Zoilo before staring back at me.

• • •

Arabella's POV

"It was Zoilo?"

The man she met at Harvard? The man she dated and then broke up with? The man she loved and was crying over when she came back home?

It was my Zoilo...


Veronica placed her hands over her mouth and began to cry. She nodded and avoided my gaze.

"And you weren't planning on telling me?" I asked them both. But no one answered.

I turned to Zoilo.

I could see the pain he felt from just looking at him. I could see how sorry he was. I saw how he looked now that I had realized it.

I thought about when Sefora had called me about the day she saw Zoilo and Veronica in his office. Sefora told me that she felt odd about them both. Sefora was right...

"That was a long time ago Bella. Veronica and I lost contact after we broke up and we never saw each other again until..."

"Until I introduced you to each other," I brought my hands up to the roots of my hair and grabbed onto it. They knew each other. I knew that. They told me. But I didn't know that they were...

"I'm so stupid..."

Zoilo stood before me and said, "no Bella don't say that. You aren't stupid. You're smart, beautiful. I-"

But I am stupid.

"Stop calling me Bella!"

He cheated on me. He cheated on me with my best friend. Not just any woman... her.

I scoffed, "the signs there... and I ignored them all."

All those times he came home in the middle of the night. All those times he didn't come at all. He was with her? He was sleeping with her. Did he ever bring her here? To our home?

I asked him, but he didn't respond.

"Answer me Zoilo!"

"Yes Arabella, all those nights I came home late or didn't come at all I was with her! But I never brought her here Arabella! I wouldn't do that," he answered.

Was he ever mine to begin with?

I turned to Veronica and kicked her out. She wasn't welcomed here anymore and would never be. I was thankful I never invited her over, but I had wished I did. Maybe I would have found out sooner.

Maybe.

"I'm sorry," she whispered before she began to walk away.

"No you aren't," I snapped at her. She was never sorry. She knew what she was doing and continued to do it. I wasn't taking away from the blame I held for Zoilo, but she was my best friend. I trusted her.

Now, I don't and I never will.

Once I heard the door shut, I felt a sudden headache. I placed a hand on the side of my forehead.

"Arabella please sit..." Zoilo placed a hand on my upper arm. I pulled away from him.

"Do not touch me. Don't you dare," I wiped away my tears and took a few deep breaths and exhaled.

I knew I needed to calm down. I had to for the baby. This stress wasn't good for neither of us, especially our baby.

I sat down on the couch, placing both my hands against my forehead, and closed my eyes. As much as I wanted to leave right now, I had to tell him. He needed to know. I couldn't keep this from him any longer.

"You have no idea how I feel right now. I came here so that we..." I brought my hands down and stared at Zoilo. I continued, "so that we could talk about us and about..."

He sat down across from me, "about what Bella? What do you want to talk about?"

"I told you not to call me Bella, you don't get to call me Bella anymore. My name is Arabella," I said and looked down at the palms of my hands.

"Why her?" I asked. I felt my heart ache at the thought of them being together.

I still couldn't believe it.

Her. He slept with her.

"I never meant for any of this to happen. I love you Arabella. You have to believe me," he said.

Maybe before you...

"People don't cheat and lie when they're in love. They cheat and lie when they fall out of love. You didn't love me!"

He stood up from his seat, "but I do! So fucking much." He got down on one knee and I widened my eyes as he held my hands in his.

He continued, "I filed the divorce because of what I did. I knew I couldn't be with you anymore because of what I did... Because I cheated on you. I thought that if I stayed away I wouldn't love you anymore. I thought I could stay away from you, but I couldn't. I can't stay away from you because I love you."

He brought my hands up to his lips and kissed the back of them.

I looked away and bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying again. I pulled my hands away from his and placed mine on my lap. Suddenly, I felt something liquid fall on my knees. I looked down and saw...

Water?

"I'm sorry Arabella," Zoilo said in a raspy voice. "I'm so fucking sorry. I did this. To you. To me. To us."

I watched as tears fell from his eyes.

I wanted to reach out and wipe his tears away. My heart ached watching him like this.

But I didn't move.

I couldn't see him like this. As much as he did hurt me, I didn't want to see him hurt.

"Zoilo," I said softly. "Sit down... please."

He sniffled before nodding. He sat back down across from me. I took a deep breath and exhaled. "I'm not going to ask you anything else. I can't right now, this is all too much for me," I said.

Zoilo remained silent as he held his fist with his other hand. He rubbed his thumb against his balled hand as he continued to stare at me.

I needed to tell him. Not later. Now.

"I came here for two reasons. First, about us. Ever since the miscarriage, a lot changed. We both did. These past few days I've thought about a lot, especially about what I wanted. I came to tell you that I'm going to move out."

His eyes widened, "what? Where are you going? If it's because of Veronica and me-"

"No, Zoilo I made my decision before I came here. Finding out about you two gave me another reason as to why I should move out."

He hung his head down, "where will you go?"

"I don't know. I'll most likely rent an apartment."

"O-okay," he said softly.

"I won't come back to the office. I can't, not for a while, but that doesn't mean I won't stop working. Anything I'm able to do from home I'll do it."

He nodded his head, "I'll fire Veronica."

"I really don't care whether you fire her or not. From what I know she's done her job right, but what you both did wasn't right and you know that. Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out? What if someone else found out? What would you have done?"

"I was going to make things right for us. Yes, i fucked up but I need you Arabella."

"How were you going to make things right Zoilo? By not saying anything? By continuing to keep secrets and lie to me? That's not how you fix things Zoilo and you clearly didn't need me when you went behind my back and slept with Veronica."

He frowned and his lips formed into a thin line, "you think I wanted this to happen? That I wanted to cheat on my wife, the woman I love and would do anything for? No Arabella I didn't. I didn't know this would happen, but it did and I fucked up. When you had the miscarriage you pushed me away! Yes, I know you lost your child, but I did too."

I stood up from my seat and looked down at him, "I carried that child. Our child! I felt everything. You don't understand what that feels like and you will never get to find out!"

He then stood up, "I was there with you when it happened. I may have not carried our child, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less! I was right there next to you when I woke up to you screaming my name. I saw the blood on the sheets. I saw you crutch your stomach as you cried calling out for our baby and my name. I was there when the doctor told us about the miscarriage."

Zoilo brought his hands up and ran them through his hair. "I was going to be a father! Do you remember the day you told me you were pregnant? When you showed me the pregnancy test? That was one of the most happiest days of my life. We were going to be a family. You, our baby, and I... and then that night my world began to crumble because I not only lost my child but I was loosing you too," his voice became more raspy the more he spoke.

"After the incident, I thought that if I acted strong that it would help you get better. I hated watching you cry yourself to sleep. I hated when you pushed me away and no that wasn't why I cheated on you. I was so depressed and in so much pain all those months that I needed someone to talk to because my wife kept pushing me away instead of coming to me to talk to. And yes, that person was Veronica, but it was just two friends talking. Yes, we had a past, but that's what it was. The. Past."

I did push him away, but only because I didn't want him to see me those times when I cried myself to sleep. The times I cursed myself for loosing our child. I was being selfish because I didn't want to see him break down. I didn't want to feel worse than I already felt.

"When did it happen?" I asked, tears slowly filled my eyes.

Zoilo slumped his shoulders and the corners of his lips hung down. "The night of the party... when we were celebrating the deal we landed. Mostly everyone from the office was there. Everything was fine. We all had a few drinks, talked, and celebrated. When it ended, I took Veronica home. She said she didn't have a ride and I wasn't just going to let her walk home or take a taxi at two in the morning."

A tear ran down my face, followed by many more. I had pushed him away that night. He was just trying to comfort me and I pushed him away.

Would it had never happened if I wasn't so selfish?

Would things have been better if I didn't push him away?

He ran a hand through his messy hair, "when we reached her apartment I was about to leave when she kissed me and continued to touch me while I tried to get away. I tried to push her away and then I don't know what came to me. I didn't know if it was the alcohol, the feelings I thought I still felt towards her, or something else. When I woke up, I was scared. I felt fucking disgusting at what happened and at myself. I told myself I wasn't going to do it again and yet I did."

"Why didn't you tell me after the first time?! I would've forgiven you as stupid as it sounds! I loved you!" I hit his chest. Zoilo stood still as I continued to hit him hard.

If he would've just told me. I would've forgiven him. I would have somehow understood. Why didn’t he tell me?

I slowed them down until I finally stopped hitting him. I placed my hands against my face and sobbed. Zoilo slowly raised his hands and placed them on my upper arms. I quickly pulled away from him.

"I-I need to go," I walked around him and headed to the front door.

I can’t stay here any longer.

"Arabella!" I heard hurried footsteps from behind me, but continued walking. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my bicep. We stopped moving and he made me face him.

"What was the second thing?" He asked.

"What?" I frowned in confusion.

"You said you had to tell me two things. What was the second thing?"

"I'm pregnant," I answered.

His face fell and his eyes widened, "what?"

"You're going to be a father," I sniffled.

He slightly tightened his grip on my arm, "since when? H-how long have you-" He stopped himself.

"I found out three days ago. I'm almost three weeks." He let my arm go and I placed a hand on my soon to grow stomach.

"A-are you- Is it true?" His voice cracked.

I nodded, "I was sent to the hospital after I had fainted and found out later that day."

"Why didn't you call me? Why didn't the hospital call me?" He frowned.

"Because I didn't want them to!"

"And I'm the father?" Did he not believe me?

"Yes Zoilo! Who else would be?" The corners of his lips slightly curled up, but quickly went back down.

I stared at him confused when he told me I couldn't leave. It was then that I slightly panicked when he locked the front door and dragged me further into the house.

I struggled against his hold, but he wouldn't budge. He couldn't make me stay. "What are you doing? Let me go Zoilo!"

He stopped and faced me. "I'm not letting you leave with our child," he said.

"I'm not staying here with you! Let go of me or else," I said in anger.

"This is our child we are talking about Bella. Another chance of starting the family we always wanted. I'm not letting anything or anyone take you or our child away from me."

When I pulled myself out of his grip I said, "just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean everything will be okay. It doesn't mean that everything will suddenly get fixed. I'm not denying you're the father and I'm not going to deprive you of being with our child, but I don't want to be here. I need time away from here and from you!"

Zoilo held my hands in his and brought them to his lips, "Bella please don't go. I'll do anything. I want to make things work. I want to stop the divorce from happening. I want to raise this child with you as my wife. I love you. Please..."

I pulled my hands away, "stop Zoilo. I'm not staying here. I can't stay here with you, not now. I need time to think about us. If you love me then please understand why I'm doing this."

He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. He balled his hands into fists and after a few seconds he nodded. I grabbed my keys from the ground and then headed towards the front door.

I unlocked it and opened the door. I stepped outside and stopped before turning to look at Zoilo once more. He stood nearby the door and continued to watch me.

"I'll call you..." I said and faced forward.

"I'm sorry Arabella. Know that I do love you," I heard him say softly.

Even if he couldn't see my face, I smiled sadly to myself. Am I still love you, even after you hurt me.

I closed the door behind me. When I entered my car, I broke down into tears once again. I quickly got my phone and called the first person I thought about. Someone I knew never hurt me. Someone who was always there for me. Someone I should have kept closer.

After a three rings, they answered their phone.

"Arabella? What's wrong?" Said the voice on the other side of the phone.




The End.

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