The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 72: Chapter 72

"You think?"
"Of course, how can anyone not love someone like you? I remember back in the day you were so carefree, fun, always the one to cheer up everyone, makes jokes just like jake" Taylor squeezed my cheeks earning a chuckle from me.
"That's the old me. Now I keep hurting people"
"That's not true" Taylor gave me a serious look. "Go and talk to him"
"Yes I'm going home after today's judgement"
"Good. Now let's go before you worry yourself to death"
"Emily, Alessa, Juliet, Cole, Harvey, Mike say goodbye to your friends"
The three girls started crying instantly. The boys hugged their friends and kissed the selected girls' cheeks. None from my team were going home. Under normal circumstances I would've been happy but I was impatiently tapping my foot until this was all over.
"Mrs. Anderson" Andrew came running towards me, his cheeky grin flashed across his face.
"Congrats Andrew. You did well" I said in a flat tone hoping he wouldn't start talking again.
"Thank you ma'am. I heard that you are going back today"
"Oh yes. Family matters" I said and looked away hoping he would go.
"Is everything alright with you and Mr. Anderson?"
"Of course. He's my husband. I'm happy that I will get to see him today. He was kind of busy with his company"
"You didn't come to the lunch that day. Will we have it when we are in the hotel?" Andrew asked expectantly, annoying me more.
"Of course. Marcus and I will be glad to have lunch with you" Andrew's face fell at the mention of Marcus's name.
"I should go now. Bye Andrew. See you back in New York" I waved at him and ran off to where Sarah was.
"He clearly has a crush on you" Sarah whispered in my ear.
"I know" Sarah's eyes widened and she started laughing out loud.
"What's so funny?"
"You can see that boy having a crush on you but not Mr. Anderson's love for you?" I narrowed my eyes at her and she wiggled her eyebrows triumphantly.
She helped me with my things and we both ran off to the helicopter pad on the ship. It had already arrived and I thanked Sarah for everything and got in.
After a few hours I arrived at our house. It was already late at night and the lights were dimmed. I opened the house door with my key and stepped in.
Tripping on the furniture several times, I found the glass windows facing the pool. The lights around the pool were already on, giving a yellow glow to the water and I saw a dark silhouette seated on the ground in front of the pool.
I neared the windows to see who it was and it was Marcus, with a whiskey bottle in his hand. His head was resting on one of his knees while the other dangled in the pool. He leaned his head back and took another gulp from the bottle in despair. His eyes were sunk into his face, forming dark circles around them, exhaustion from days of sleepless nights wearing off his energy, hollowing his pale face.
My heart started aching seeing him like this. It hurt so much, knowing that I did this to him. Opening the glass door with shaky hands, I ran to embrace Marcus in my arms.
I ran to the other end off the pool and knelt down, hugging Marcus from the side. He looked to his left and his eyes widened in shock at seeing me. He cupped my face and trailed his thumb along my jaw to see if I was real or not.
"Serapha" he whispered in shock.
"Marcus"
"Is this a dream?" I chuckled softly and shook my head brushing away the strands of hair falling on his face.
"I'm sorry I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you Serapha" his voice broke as he apologized me.
"I know and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you either"
He stared at me for a while before leaning his forehead on mine. He closed his eyes and whispered quietly.
"I can't lose you Serapha. I can't. You are all I have"
I felt tears well in my eyes at his words. I slowly pressed my lips to his cheeks and then down his jaw to his throat.
He wrapped his arms around me and brought me onto his lap while I trailed kisses along his neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and leaned back to stare at his chiseled face. His hand slowly traveled to my back pressing me closer to his chest as he brought his lips to mine. He kissed me fervently in a heart clenching passion, our lips molding against each other in a deep desire, rendering me breathless as he gently bit my lower lip. My lips parted and he deepened the kiss, evoking a moan inside me.
His hand unfastened the top buttons of my shirt, exposing my cleavage to him. He leaned down and started pressing soft kisses on my chest, his tender lips grazing the neckline of my bra. I moaned at his touch and pulled his head closer as I arched my back, allowing him more access. I felt a slightly bump between my thighs and looked down to see what it was. My face flushed a deep shade of red as I realized that it was his crotch poking me.