Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383

Thought about Celeste. Celeste and Dominic, probably wrapped around each other at this very moment, probably glowing with the kind of happiness I had never been allowed to keep. And I thought about Julian, how hard he was fighting to get her back, and I knew it would not matter.

Even if Julian fought hard enough to win Celeste back, it would not stop me. If it were not for Celeste, I would have gotten Dominic back. I had always gotten what I wanted, one way or another, and if Celeste had not started her affair with Dominic, I would have found a way to make him forgive me, to make him remember what we had been.

I remembered the night at the bar, the first time I saw Dominic. I had known he was looking at Celeste, but how could I ever let a woman like her have a man like that, so hot and so sexy even in his plain clothes? So I snatched the opportunity and took him.

Then Julian appeared in Celeste’s life. And at the time, I had loved Dominic, somehow, or why else would I have married him? But I hated that he was poor, at least I thought he was poor, and I hated even more how Julian was so crazy about Celeste. Even Dominic was never that crazy about me.

I wanted Celeste’s life, all of it, but I did not know how to take it. Julian was so desperate to marry Celeste back then that I had to swallow my envy and watch them become the perfect couple.

Even after I married Dominic, I could not let go of the idea of Celeste, so happily married, so adored. So I swore I would take Julian from her. I worked for my money back then, on my knees and on my back, because I had thought Dominic was a useless poor man, and all of it went into keeping myself looking good, into branded clothes and expensive hair, into the kind of beauty that made men look twice.

But Dominic, Dominic was easy. It had been easy to keep him by my side, and it would have stayed easy after he revealed his identity, if Celeste had not ruined it. If he had cheated on me with someone else, maybe it would have been fine. But Celeste had always been beneath me, always below my level, and the fact that I had lost my marriage, my husband, and that fortune, all of it to Celeste, was something I would never be able to accept.

Still lost in those thoughts, still building my plans to destroy her, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned, and Emerson stond behind me, looking down at me with an amused tilt to his head.