Spitting Image • TFC 3.0 • l.t. au

Chapter Sixty Two

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Deceitful. It's a common adjective in the English dictionary. It's commonly used to describe someone who's lying in being someone they're not.

I've met a lot of deceitful people in my lifetime. None of them turned out to be good either. All those deceitful people I've met in my life ended up destroying my life. It's almost impossible for one person to meet another, trusting them but they turn out to be the exact opposite of who they appear to be.

Carrie was one of them, Vlad another but worst of all, my father was one of them.

I've gotten over them, sort of. I've gotten over them, I've learned how to be a stronger person because of them. I learned to be careful on who to trust and although that made me look like someone with trust issues, it's better to be cautious than to trust the wrong person.

Now, in no way did I ever trusted Catherine. The first time I saw her, I knew she'd be nothing but trouble and once again, I was right.

Louis told me everything that morning. Everything Catherine told him and how he feels about it. Catherine fell for him. In the back of my head, I knew that was bound to happen. Although I didn't expect Catherine would be desperate enough to do what she did.

I promised him I'd try to understand, I try not to jump to conclusions for fair reasons. He was the best when I told him what happened with Vlad and it's only fair Id be very reasonable with him.

Right now, I don't think I can be unreasonable. I don't think he did anything wrong, he doesn't even remember. It would be very wrong to put the mistake on someone who doesn't remember anything but I can't help but still feel a bit pained.

It's fair to say I am furious. I am furious and cheated. I'm furious and cheated at the person who took advantage of someone so helpless and at their weakest point for her sake.

That's the lowest of the low and I'm not going to let this go unsolved. She can't be trusted.

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After preparing breakfast, I went upstairs while the kids are eating. Louis hasn't come down for breakfast and I have a feeling he's not going to any sooner. He said he's getting ready for his interview for his new job but it has been an hour and he still hasn't come down yet.

With a cup of tea in hand, I went in our room and saw the bathroom door open. I went inside and saw him leaning on the sink with his arms.

He glances at me through the mirror but doesn't smile. I can feel my chest tighten. I put the cup aside and took a step closer to him. I rub his back in small circles and rest my head on his shoulder. He closes his eyes and his jaw clenches as he turns to me.

I cup his face with both of my hands. He leaned his cheek on my left hand and a tear rolled down his cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb. He leans down so our foreheads touch. His hands loosely hold my elbows.

He's hurting so much that I want nothing more than to take all his pain away. I lean forward and kiss just the corner of his mouth. He turns his head a bit and our lips connected. He kisses me gently and tenderly, almost cautious that he might hurt me.

"Stop beating yourself up over it..." I whisper to him. "It wasn't your fault." I tell him. I feel like crying for him. He simply shakes his head and pushes me away. He turns his back and doesn't say anything.

As hurt as I am that he wants me away, I gave him the space he needs. I took a few steps back and decided to go downstairs. They should be done by now and I have to drive Blaine and Seth to their practice at Wembley Stadium.

"Where's dad?" Blaine asks me as I stack the plates up.

"He's getting ready for his job interview..." I tell them. There was a tense silence. "Blaine, Seth, get ready I'm driving you to practice."