*Marilyn's Point Of View*

I have been torn before. I have been emotionally pushed to my limits before, but never have I ever felt so dirty and low. I have never felt so worthless until today.

Her words like daggers in my heart, digging deeper with every insult. If her aim was to kill me, I was dead with her first statement. I don't even know how I am going to mentally recover before the Maddox's come over.

Lord help me.

Waking up from my unfortunate nap (I previously cried myself to sleep), I feel his arms around me. I will admit, having him hold me this tight makes me feel safe and a bit assured, but it still feels so wrong.

I definitely feel betrayed and Michael has nothing at all. He is just a victim of a wrong decision. I wrong decision that will haunt us for the rest of our lives.

I feel him shift behind me, his eyes watching me. I can sense his concern and worry, but I am afraid to face him.

I want to tell him I hate him. I hate him for cheating on me and creating two beings with her. I hate him for visiting her in the hospital. I hate him for sneaking off to visit the twins when all he had to do was tell me.

I hate him for making me feel so good inside and out, yet hurt me twice as much. I just hate him.

Staring at our bedside table, I glance at our wedding picture with blurry eyes. Remembering his vows, word by word. I can no longer control my emotions, I grip my pillow tightly and cry into for it is my only comfort.

"Babygirl... Please talk to me... Please" He pleads behind me, stroking my hair gently.

His voice only makes matters worse as I clench onto the pillow for dear life. I may seem to be over reacting, but when you love someone as much as I love Michael and you have what seems like most of the world against your love, then you'd understand my tears. You'd understand my pain.

"Babygirl if all you want me to do is hold you then I will, but please don't ignore me" He begs, pecking my shoulder.

I shiver. Not because I'm cold, but because that's what his kisses do to me. No matter how resentful I am towards Michael, a kiss from him will send shivers down my spine and disseminate that anger or sadness with that one gesture.

I would respond, but of course my throat is dry from sobbing. I would turn to him, but I just can't move. I'm just not ready.

*Michael's Point Of View*

I'm pissed. I'm more than peeved. I'm exiled with rage. I can't explain it any more than that.

I don't understand how a woman can be so nasty, so conniving, or so vengeful.

I understand, she still is probably in love with me, yet the only thing that is keeping me around is out children. That must hurt. I've been there with Marilyn. But, I would never cross as many lines as Evelyn has.

Telling my wife that you can satisfy me more than she can, that's ridiculous. It's childish and idiotic.

When Marilyn finally stressed to me her feelings, it cut me deeply. I don't want her questioning if I love her not. I don't want her crying for days in end, just because of jealousy and ignorance. It's not healthy for her nor is it healthy for the baby.

Therefore, today I decided to out an end to this. I should've done it a long time ago, but I never thought it would boil down to this. I've talked to Bill and mother burgess about it earlier and they agree. It's a past due notion.

"Michael... Papa I don't want to see her. I swear I'll kill her if I do..." Marilyn stresses, pacing the living room floor.

I sigh and walk up to her, taking her hands in mine.

"This is the only way to solve things. If something happens, Bill is right outside with Darrel. I'm not letting her get away with anything mama..." I assure her.

She steals my eyes for another long minute before agree with a heavy sigh.

"That's my girl..." I smile, stealing a kiss.

Ten very long minutes pass before the doorbell rings and Bill suddenly emerges from the dining room.

"She's here..." He announces, gesturing for someone.

And sure enough, there she was. Her hazelnut hair hanging effortlessly from her shoulders. How can something so beautiful be so destructive. I will never understand her, but I do want to regain some type of peace from this hopeful meeting.

"Thanks Bill" I salute him.

He nods and disappears into the dining room.

"Please sit." I simply instruct, feeling Marilyn's cold stare.

Though her stare is directed towards Evelyn, I can still feel the ice as she watches Evelyn take a seat across from us.Turning to Marilyn, I whisper for her to sit as well before mirroring her myself.

There's a long awkward silence before anyone mutters word. We're all angry, mad, and resentful for the same reasons. Every time I find myself in Evelyn's presence, I stop and think about my own naivness in cheating. "If I didn't cheat" I would remind myself.

"Do you want to talk, or should we start?" I ask her.

She crosses her ankles, glaring a hole into Marilyn's eyes before her hazel eyes meet mine.

"You can talk Michael.." She slyly smiles.

"Bitch..." Marilyn mutters beneath her breath.

I give Marilyn a quick, warning glance to not stoop to Evelyn's level.

"Okay, look. You have been pushing and oushing knwoing you're on thin ice. I don't understand why you would want to play such a game when you're a grown woman with three kid's. Do you think that I will drop everything and risk my family for you?"

Evelyn shrugs and leans back into the shams of the love seat.

"You did it before my dear Michael. Tell me, did you ever tell Marilyn how you thought she was a stupid bitch for killing your child? I mean since you wan to have a come to Jesus meeting and all. Let's lay this shit all on the table Michael..." She snarls.

Marilyn releases my hand, glancing at me in confusion.

"You blamed the death of our unborn child on me? You told this whore, that I'm the bitch who murdered our baby?!" She screeches, slapping me with one of the shams.

Dodging her blows, I quickly stand up.

"Don't come here starting shit Evelyn! You know I've never said that! I would never say that!" I protest.

Evelyn again chuckles slyly, fully amused at my denial of her allegations.

"So you don't remember the third night you came crawling in my bed, moaning and groaning with a bottle in your hand, going on and on about her and your baby? You don't remember crying in my arms after we had sex, calling the woman a bitch? Michael you were more fucked up than I thought" She huffs.

I shake my head. I know she's lying. I would never use any type of swear in order to describe Marilyn in a negative way. Yes, I did at one point blame her for the death of our unborn child, but I never said the thing's Evelyn is accusing me of.

"Michael... Please. Please tell me she's lying. Tell me she's a damn liar!" Marilyn cries out, holding her hands over her mouth.

"Babygirl, I swear to you. I never said those thing's. I did blame you at one point, but we talked about it. We've been through that already..." I plead, hoping she will believe me.

Bill jogs in, stepping up to me after taking in the scene.

"Michael.. I'm going get Darrell to take Miss Rudolph home now.." He sighs.

I nod, walking over to a frantic Marilyn. She clutches her growing bump, rubbing it tenderly before meeting my gaze with blood shot eyes.

"Why did you let her return? Why are you letting her ruin our family again? Why Michael?" She cries, shaking her head as Bill escorts her out through the dining room.

"This could've been resolved Michael. All you had to do is leave her ass. You don't need this drama. You could've been happier with me than with that whiney bitch of yours. Kadence and Katelyn need their father" Evelyn sighs, shaking her head.

I want to slap the hell out of her. The only thing that has stopped me was the fact that she mentioned Kadence and Katelyn. They are the only reason I have stuck around, but now I see what decison I must make. My children don't deserve an unfit mother like Evelyn. No one is going to change my mind this time. I'm going to court...

To Be Continued...

Evelyn seemed even more "bitchy" than before, do you think there's an alternative motive? Marilyn seems to be caught between the truth and the lies, what would you do if you were in her shoes? Should Michael go to court for the the twins (Kadence and Katelyn)? I hope this was well worth the wait loves! I know I have been distracted lately with my new story "Inhaling Alongside You". I hope you can forgive me, as well as check out the new story, I'm sure you'll see why I have been so distracted! Any-hoo, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Let me know in the comment section! Love you!

-Marilyn Edmond

P.S. Happy Holidays! Much love and blessings to you and yours!