Michael couldn’t believe she’d asked that question. Julie didn’t turn things back onto him. She didn’t give as good as she got. No, he saw Julie as a doormat for him and his asshole attitude toward women. A bloody doormat for his muddy feet. A perfect doormat, clean of everything, but the sins he reaped on her. He couldn’t admit this to anyone, let alone Julie. He wanted her to stay. Admitting to this would have her leaving as soon as she could. “Michael, I know your true identity, and this isn’t it. You’re the pot who calls the silver tea kettle black. Instead of addressing your pain, you lash out, and you go to great lengths to achieve success, just to receive a small amount of praise and recognition. But you don’t look for personal connection or search for love. You don’t let anyone care and if they do, you beat them down. The Michael I know doesn’t let love enter the conversation because he’s afraid there won’t be any for him. That’s the Michael I know.”
Michael could see she was fine physically, but she only stared at her food and didn’t respond to him. “I’m texting Beckett now. You must be able to hear me. That’s not the problem, is it? You can hear me, I know you can, but you’re having problems processing everything. Damn it. All I want to do is scream at you until you respond.” Michael pulled his phone out and messaged Beckett. He needed to know what went wrong and how to fix it. [Beckett, I’m out with Julie. I’m not sure what triggered it. But she’s sitting here staring at her food and she won’t talk. She’s not even moving, just sitting there. I might have shocked her or something.] Beckett didn’t take long to respond. [Try touching her arm, get her attention. You might have sent her into her thoughts. Sometimes she does that when she feels overwhelmed. This is one of the worse types of ADHD paralysis. Normally, she’ll do something but what she’s avoiding. It sounds like she feel
Julie felt exhausted from their evening out. Michael’s words were shocking to her. She didn’t miss what he said. Julie struggled with all the directions his words could go. Now she could see he truly meant what he said. It wasn’t a trick; he wanted this. Michael wanted to stay married to her. This blew away Julie, leaving her feeling unsure about how she felt, and it’s the only way she could describe how she felt. She knew she couldn’t leave like she wanted to and forgive him for everything. So, how did she go about it? In stages? In increments over time? How long did she withhold her full forgiveness? She thought on it and paused. What had she withheld? It didn’t feel right punishing him because it made her no better than him. Is it possible for her to follow his desires without taking action of any sort or uttering a word? She did it out of fear. Julie wanted to avoid making things worse. He threatened to ruin her, to punish her, and he did that
“You didn’t? Really? I saved the evidence, and my lawyer taught me how to record its origin. If we went to court, my lawyer would send it to yours during the examination or discovery of evidence.” Julie couldn’t understand why he’d deny sending it. But it had come from his phone, she’d checked it out.” “When did this happen?” Michael’s voice took on a cold, hurtful tone, but Julie knew she wasn’t its target. “Several times when you were messing around at parties. The next morning, I’d discover a video with a message encouraging me to leave. Or another message mentioned you’d live your life how you liked.” “I sent nothing. I want to see them, Julie. Someone pretended to be me and clearly stolen my phone. Did you ever respond to these messages?” Julie knew if he’d sent them, he’d have known she hadn’t. Without wanting to, Julie’s hope rose that he hadn’t cheated as much as they’d led her to believe. But he’d cheated before, and she knew it. Could
“I don’t believe I’ll be doing that anymore. Because I’ve realized something I failed to consider. You aren’t like the others. I’ve seen people accuse you of doing things that angered me in the past. I took their word without verifying their evidence. Now you’re telling me you have evidence of things I sent you, that I didn’t send you, and you’re willing to use it against me in a divorce that will not happen.” Michael pondered how the evening had transformed from a first date to discuss divorce proceedings. He desperately wanted to fix this. Now he had someone impersonating him to his wife. “Fine. I will show you one video and you could figure out if it happened. I received this the morning of January first this year.” Julie came back onto the balcony with her photo and handed him the evidence. When the video played, he saw himself in a bathroom with his pants around his ankles, driving into a woman. Initially unsure of her identity, the person who recorded th
Julie snatched her phone from Michael’s hand, and he pulled out his phone. “Crap, it’s Leon. I wonder what his problem is. He’s probably having more problems with Aria.” Michael said. His words came out in a grumbled before he answered the call. “Can it wait until the morning?” Michael asked. He wanted to keep talking to Julie and finally come to an agreement. “Nope, we need damage control, Mike. I’m sending you a link. Look at it now. You will not like it. I’m trying to find out who’s feeding this information to the journalist. But we can now get them on not verifying their facts.” Leon didn’t sound thrilled at making this call. “What are you talking about? I’m putting you on speakerphone. Julie is with me.” Michael said. He glared irritably at his phone and spoke to his friend. “You’ll want to take this call somewhere else. She will not hear this because it’s going to upset her.” Leon warned Michael before he even opened the link to the gos
Michael finally ended the call with Leon, promising that they’d meet in the morning and come up with a game plan. He expected to turn around and find Julie listening to the information. Or eager to ask questions. What he found was Julie staring at her phone, and she’d clearly stopped listening to his conversation. “Julie? You’ll need to contact your agent and have him talk to your publisher about this.” “Why? Stephen’s already contacted me. He’s trying to get the contracts cleared up so I can get my copyrights back from my publisher.” “What? Michael was clueless about the situation, but sensed something was wrong. They informed her publisher they’d dealt with the matter and the articles held no validity. “They want no connection to someone the media has destroyed the reputation of, and they’re claiming I broke a morality clause. Michael, I don’t remember if there’s a morality clause in any of my contracts with them.” “Wel
“You’re really looking after this? Of course, you’re looking after this. It affects your reputation and image as much as mine. Your friend’s reputations and images are involved as well.” “Don’t let Leon hear you say that, Julie. He sees himself as your friend and never cannot tell me when I’m screwing up with you.” “Really? I guess you didn’t listen to him very much about that.” “After we married, we talked little because of the mess Aria pulled. Just because I told him he could take Aria, that didn’t mean I liked it. He thought he was saving everyone by taking her away. Leon wasn’t expecting Aria to latch on to him like she did. He confessed his interest in her, which sparked chaos in his life. When I realized what he went through about six months later, I was glad it was him and not me.” “Why did you allow her to return? If you were glad to have avoided that situation, why bring her back and string her along? “Two reaso