Angela

Confronting Bryan after finding out he had been with someone else again felt as if a weight had been lifted. He was shocked at the fact I had come so direct towards him along with confessing my motive of being with him, he was not prepared for the real Angela. I walked back to the west wing of the house smiling as it was all bittersweet. I could honestly say there was no love left for Bryan, but it was love there at one point in time. I had gotten the best of him through my children.

Michael arrived shortly to assist me with gathering items as I planned on leaving as soon as possible, allowing him to make arrangements to have the rest of my stuff moved to the lake house.

"I didn't expect you to make that move." Michael said as he walked into the living room. I stood by the window, looking out over the gardens.

"I'm tired Michael. I've had enough of his embarrassment. Do you know how his actions make me feel?" I folded my arms in front of me, trying to contain my anger. Michael slid his arms around me from behind, comforting me immediately.

"I'm proud of you, Angela. I must admit, I was unaware of your capabilities." He leaned down and kissed me gently on my cheek. I closed my eyes, welcoming his embrace.

"Does that scare you?" I turned towards him, still wrapped in his arms.

"Not at all. I admire you." He leaned down and kissed me gently. It was at that moment when I realized I didn't care if Bryan walked in on us, I was absolutely done with him.

"Well, I was scared as hell to be honest. I wasn't sure if I would keep it together long enough for him to get the point."

"You did amazing. It was nice to see him completely speechless."

"I know right! I was ecstatic. I saw you giggle also."

"Yeah, however Mr. Worthington didn't take too kindly of my response." He said, stepping back and releasing me from his arms.

"No, he didn't," I chuckled as I leaned on the back of the couch. "But it was hilarious."

"I take it that you are not staying in the mansion tonight, correct?"

"That is correct." Michael stood with his arms folded behind him, awaiting his orders. "I was hoping you would stay with me tonight at the lake house."

"I was hoping you would ask." He smiled. Michael walked over to me and cupping the back of my neck, he planted a luscious kiss upon my lips. "I would love to." He gazed in my eyes and smiled. He was happy, I could tell by the way he looked at me.

I wanted to tell him the surprise I had for him, I'm sure he would be glad to finally have something of his own with no worries of dealing with Bryan anymore.

"Well, I'm sure you will be dealing with him for the rest of the day. I will have a few members of the staff move some of my more important things right away to the lake house. In the meantime, I will have a few deliveries coming in the afternoon, but I should expect you around 7:30 pm, I presume?" I asked, adjusting myself as I walked over to the couch.

"You can expect me to arrive at 7:00 pm. Is there anything you wish for me to bring?"

"Just yourself." I smiled. He blushed and shook his head.

"I will have the staff come and move your items, immediately." He said looking at his tablet, jotting down his information.

"Thank you. See you later tonight."

"Can't wait." He nodded and left.

I wanted our first night together in the lake house to be magical and effortless. I didn't want Michael feeling like he was the help, by asking him to schedule a full seven course dinner for us on top of needing him to make arrangements for the movers. Therefore I've arranged for dinner for the both of us so we can enjoy being together, finally. Besides, I wanted to surprise him when I provide him with something that I'm sure he would be grateful to have. He's always been so modest, I just want the best for him. Even though I was fully aware of what Bryan had been doing since I married him, Michael is the one who showed unwavering love for me willingly and consistently.

Michael has a way of looking at me that drives me absolutely crazy. I felt like my younger self as if he had rejuvenated me. I ached to see those looks on a regular basis. I could only imagine the moment Bryan realizes that I've moved on with someone who he worked with so closely. I smiled thinking about his reaction when he finds out that Michael has been pleasing me fully right under his nose. He probably wouldn't care now that he has someone new. I'm sure he'll find some kind of way to end up back in the spotlight again. He just can't seem to keep his dick in his pants.

§

Randall

As Fabian planted kisses down my stomach, the door slowly opened to Marianna and Dion walking directly into the room.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Dion shouted as he stood at the edge of the bed.

My heart stopped. The fight or flight moment went out the door as I looked at Marianna who wasn't saying a word. Tears streamed down her face repeatedly; she was devastated. I didn't want her to find out at all, but I definitely did not want her to find out like this.

"FUCK!" I blurted loudly. I quickly pulled on a pair of pajama pants, but the damage was already done.

Fabian jumped quickly and almost met the hands of Dion as he swung, barely missing him. I moved quickly to block Dion from getting any closer to him as Marianna just stood and watched the entire confrontation.

"Marianna," I called to her and she shook her head 'no', tears steadily falling. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?!" Dion snapped at me, snatching away from me with his eyes directly on Fabian.

"You lied to me Randall!" Fabian scoffed as he quickly pulled on his lounge pants and twisted his hair into a bun.

"Oh Bitch, you think this is funny?!" Dion jumped towards Fabian as I held him.

"I got your Bitch, Bitch!" Fabian snapped back.

"Please, don't start with him." I begged Fabian. Dion looked at me, I could tell he was hurt. His eyes looked as if his soul was broken.

He snatched away from me, looking like he could choke the shit out of me. He stood before me, tears building up in his eyes.

SMACK!

I felt pain; my face instantly stung. Dion slapped me out of anger as he started crying. He tried to slap me again, but I caught his hand this time.

"How could you do this to me?!" He cried. My heart dropped as I felt at that moment, he really loved me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. He shook his head and backed away from me, his eyes red from the tears that continued to flow.

I turned and looked at Marianna. She wiped away her tears that steadily raced down her cheeks. I walked towards her and she backed away, shaking her head.

"Marianna, let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain, Randall." She was broken as well. I had made vows to her that were broken beyond repair. "You've made your decisions in this marriage, that did not include me."

"But, it's not like that." I tried to explain.

"It's not?" She snapped quickly. "Tell me Randall, when were you going to tell me that you were bisexual, huh? Huh, Randall?" Her breathing altered as she was getting more and more angry.

"I...I..."

"When Randall? When were you going to tell me that you have been fucking around on me, huh Randall?!"

"Wait."

"Wait for what Randall? WHY SHOULD I WAIT?!" She yelled. "I married you, Randall! I didn't have to but I did because I LOVED YOU! And this is how you treat me?! BY FUCKING AROUND ON ME?!"

"Yeah, Randall?! How in the fuck are you doing this to BOTH of us, Randall?! You said you were getting a divorce, REMEMBER?!" Dion chimed in from across the room. Fabian looked at me and then glanced around the room.

"I'm gonna leave as this had nothing to do with me." He grabbed the rest of his clothes and headed towards the door.

"Oh no Bitch, This has everything to do with you!" Dion snapped back and headed for Fabian.

Fabian jumped on the bed, ran across and headed out the door. I stepped in front of Dion, stopping him in his tracks.

"It's not his fault, Dion and you know this!" Dion huffed at me and rolled his eyes. He backed off, still frustrated.

"Divorce, Randall? You told him you wanted a divorce?"

"YES, THE FUCK HE DID! He was supposed to tell you on your birthday, no doubt." Dion provided additional information that was not helping my case whatsoever.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, DION! DAMN!!" I yelled back at him. Marianna scoffed and shook her head.

"You could have just told me, Randall."

"Marianna...I...," She held up her hand. She didn't want to hear anymore of my lies.

Ironically, I had no more to give her.

"I knew you weren't happy in this marriage a long time ago. This could have been avoided. We didn't have to bring the kids into this." She said trying to keep her composure.

"I'm sorry," I walked over to try and console her, but she pushed me away. "I'm sorry." I repeated.

"NO, RANDALL! YOU DON'T GET TO SAY YOU'RE SORRY WHEN YOU CAUSED ALL OF THIS SHIT!" Marianna screamed. "YOU DON'T GET THAT FUCKING OPTION!"

She was right. I was the one that caused all of this. No words came to me that would smooth this situation out. I stood between Marianna and Dion, both heartbroken and devastated by my actions.

"You don't have to worry about me anymore. The children and I will be gone by the time you get back. You'll hear from my lawyer."

"Marianna, please." Dion scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"You'll get your wish, Randall. You'll get your divorce." She said smiling weakly at me as she exited the room.

I stood realizing my life was crumbling right before my eyes. My kids were now going to be the product of a divorced household. I turned and looked at Dion, he leaned against the wall with his arms folded shaking his head.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you." He sniffed looking down at the floor. "I should have just left you alone when Jeffrey came back around."

"No, it wasn't like that, and you know this!"

"Wasn't it though? You had no intention of telling your wife. You just strung me along!"

"I cared for you Dion! I still do!"

"HOW?! YOU WERE JUST FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE?!"

I lowered my head because I was defeated. I couldn't do this anymore, it was getting too tiring trying to keep up with everything. I just couldn't anymore. I didn't want to feel like this anymore. I sat down on the edge of the bed and thought about everything I was losing, just by my actions alone. Had I confessed a long time ago that I liked men, I may have been disowned by Father, but I would have been happy living my life instead of living a lie.

"You're right." I admitted. "I am to blame for all of this."

"Yes, the fuck you are!" He sobbed. Hearing him cry, hurt my heart that I was the cause of it.

"Dion," I turned towards him, reaching out to him. "I'm sorry, baby."

"YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME THAT ANYMORE!" He walked over to me and stood next to the bed. "I HATE YOU FOR MAKING ME LOVE YOU!"

My heart broke even more. I honestly cared for Dion. Even though Jeffrey was my first love, Dion was my first lover and I didn't want to give that up. I put him through so much, he deserved it no more than Marianna did. I knew he cared for me but I never thought he would fall in love with me. Thinking back I could see how his actions were that of love and not so much of jealousy or an over possessive partner, but someone who truly cared for me.

Dion cried hard leaning his forehead against the window, tears dropping onto the ledge below, puddling up quickly the faster he cried. I walked over slowly and wrapped my arms around him, embracing him gently and close to me. He cried harder as I lowered my head to his shoulder.

"I am truly sorry, Dion." I spoke softly. "I really didn't mean for all of this to happen. I got scared." I confessed. I needed to come clean about a lot of things about how I had been feeling for a while.

Dion didn't pull away from me, he allowed me to console him. He still cared for me; he showed me a glimmer of hope. He calmed his crying to a low murmur of a whine, his coping mechanism.

He allowed me to hold him until he stopped crying, we just stood silently in the room, looking out the huge sliding windows that led out to a private patio off from the bedroom. I held him tighter, my head still laying on his shoulder. He tilted his head back against mine, making me smile as I felt his hand slowly touch mine. We slowly rocked back and forth as we gazed outside.

"What were you scared of, Randall?" Dion whispered.

My stomach plummeted as he waited for me to reply. I wanted to confess but I didn't want to tell him face to face. I figured there was no better time than the present.

I opened my mouth and hesitated, "I...." I stammered, closed my eyes and continued. "I was afraid of loving you." I kept my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Dion stopped rocking and tried to turn around.

"Please don't turn around, I can't face you right now." I said. I didn't want to see him look me back in my face wondering why I hadn't told him sooner. I could barely see his reaction in the reflection on the window; I felt so embarrassed because of my actions.

"Randall, please. It's just us." He tapped my hands, begging me to allow him to turn around. I loosened my grip around him and he turned to face me.

I dared not look in his face, I was an asshole and all of this could have been avoided so long ago. Marianna was gone and she was taking my kids with her. I may have destroyed any opportunity I had with any one of the two people who truly cared for me. Dion leaned down forcing me to face him as he gazed at me, his eyes still bloodshot from crying.

I raised my head, my eyes landing on his. He looked hurt but I could tell he still loved me. Tears began swelling up as he looked at me, a few fell quickly down his cheek. He wiped them away and smiled nervously at me.

"You hurt me, bad."

"I know, and I'm truly sorry." I held his hands between us, rubbing my thumbs across the back of his.

"Now what?" He looked at me, looking for something that was real, that was honest and true.

"If you have me, I want to start over with us." I said looking down at his hands. I gazed at his eyes and he looked as if he was searching for me to waiver, but I never looked away.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"What about Marianna?"

"I'm getting a divorce. Unfortunately, it's for the best."

"What about Fabian?"

"I will end it."

"And Jeffrey?"

"There is no Jeffrey. Only you."