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Fool's Gold

Chapter 54

Harry finally lifted his head from my chest. His eyes were a bit puffy from crying. His face was still a bit red from crying and making love. His hair was an absolute mess, curls in every direction. I attempted a smile but it flopped when Harry began speaking.
"I love you Enola." His voice was soft and still filled with sadness. I hated the pain in his eyes. I hated what I had done to him.
"I love you, Harry. I do. I don't know what I can say to make you believe me but I do. I've never loved anyone the way that I love you. I know I can say it a million times but that doesn't take away from the fact that I...I lied you. I should've told you." My eyes welled with tears. "I'm so sorry." My voice broke as I apologized. Harry shushed me, placing his finger on my lips.
"I believe you. I can feel how much you love me, Noli. I know you love me. But I just... I don't..." Harry trailed off.
"Tell me how I can make it better. Tell me what you want me to do." I pleaded softly. Harry stared at me with pensive eyes. "Harry." I whimpered, wanting him to say something.
"Will you tell me about him? Will you tell me about your husband?" Harry asked. I was shocked by his request. Why did he want to know? "PLease, Noli. I need to know." He pleaded.
I nodded, "What do you want to know?" I felt my heart begin to race. I didn't want to talk about Charles. I was with Harry. Charles wasn't important to me. Not the way Harry was.
"Everything. Start at the beginning." Harry answered. I could only nod again. I needed to steady my breathing and try to concentrate. "Here. When and how did you meet?" Harry inquired.
I inhaled deeply, "I was sixteen and I was working in a coffee shop. Charles works in the building across the street." Harry urged me with his eyes to keep talking. "Um, he came in every day. Ordered the same thing every day. There were days he'd come in two or three times. One day, he just started talking to me. He was nice and polite. Just asked me a few questions about my day, things in the shop. Small talk, I guess."
"But after a while it changed?" Harry asked gently.
"Yeah, he'd call to see if I was working before he came down. He'd wait for me to take his order. Then it progressed to him asking me when my break was. He asked me to sit with him on my break. He talked a lot, about his business and things like that." I informed Harry with a quaking voice. I didn't want to be talking about my husband.
"Did you like him too?" Harry seemed a little nervous.
I shrugged, "Yeah, I suppose. I mean, I never turned him down. But it was kind of...my Poppop was really sick at that time. That's why I was working. My mom had to take some time off from her job to help my Nana with everything. So it was like, I was craving attention. And his presence wasn't threatening." Harry nodded like he understood what I meant.
"What was your first actual date?" Harry asked softly.
"He took me to a really popular like five star restaurant, then he took me to a play at the theater nearby. I told him I wanted to go to school for art so he thought the play was a good idea." I stated with a shrug.
"Was it good? I mean, was the date good?" Harry inquired.
I shook my head and laughed, "No. It wasn't. I hated the restaurant. He made me walk three blocks in heels and then the play wasn't anything to write home about either. It was a terrible first date."
"Then why did you keep going out with him?" Harry seemed a bit put off.
I shrugged, "I don't know. I liked not being stuck at home. I liked having someone to take my mind off of my Poppop."
"Did he know that you were only sixteen?" Harry inquired after a few moments of silence.
I nodded, "Yeah, he knew. My boss at the coffee shop and a few of the people I worked with told him I was. He didn't care though. I didn't care."
"How old is your husband?" Harry seemed genuinely distraught.
"He's going to be thirty seven on his next birthday." I answered softly.
"Enola, he's almost twice your age!" Harry appeared almost mad. I shrugged again. "That doesn't bother you?"
"Well, it does now. It didn't matter when we met." I replied quietly. Harry and I both laid in silence for a little bit longer.
"So, if you've been married five years. You were seventeen when you got married." It was a statement but Harry's tone made it sound like a question.
"Yeah. My mom had to sign some papers saying that I could marry him and what not. She didn't really care. She wasn't in a good place when it happened."
"Is he nice to you?" Harry murmured. I stayed quiet. I didn't want to answer him. "Enola." Harry seemed worried.
"He doesn't hit me." I replied.
Harry's brow furrowed intensely, "So he's not?" I shook my head. "But he doesn't hit you?" I shook my head again. "What does he do that makes him not nice?"
"Oh, Harry..." I didn't want to talk to him about that even more than I just didn't want to talk about Charles. I didn't want him to know. He didn't need to know.
"Noli, please. Just tell me." Harry spoke softly to ease my discomfort. He stroked my arm with his thumb tenderly as I gathered my courage.
"He says mean things. He tells me that my art wasn't worth the education I got. That I'm never going to make it into a big gallery." I mumbled. Harry frowned. "He also likes to tell me that the way I dress and speak is not proper for a woman of my class, even though I wasn't born into it. He gets mad about the way I cook and clean. He doesn't like my friends." Harry held onto me tighter. "When we go to his things for work, he makes me wear low cut dresses or dresses that are entirely too short. Then when we get home, he says things about how I enjoy the attention from other men. Sometimes there's name calling." I frowned and looked away from Harry's distressed expression.
"Noli, is there another way he's not nice to you?" Harry became more distraught when I nodded slowly. "What does he do?" Harry held me even tighter and brushed my hair off my face.
"He...he's too rough...being with him hurts more often than it doesn't." I answered feeling mortified by the admission.
"He's doesn't force you to have sex with him, does he?" Harry inquired.
I sighed, "Yes...no...I go with it because I don't want to be berated for not."
"Enola, do you love him? Even though he's mean, do you love him? Are you hoping that he'll turn back into the man you first met?" Harry's voice held all of his sadness.
I shook my head, "No. I don't love him. I honestly don't think I ever did and I think he knows that and that's why he's as mean as he is."
Harry looked stunned, "Then why marry him?"
I blushed madly, "Promise you won't think any less of me?" Harry nodded quickly. "He paid for my college. He paid for me to go to art school." I answered honestly. "He said if I married him. He would put me through school if that's why I was concerned about getting married. Because I said no at first. I said I wanted to go to school. So that was his offer." Harry nodded slowly, like he was processing what I said. "My mom couldn't afford it because of the cost of my grandfather's medical care and then his funeral costs. And I...I just jumped at the chance. I didn't know I'd be so miserable for four years."
"Then why stay?" Harry asked.
I frowned deeply and shrugged, "Where else am I going to go? My mom wants me to stay with him. She doesn't know about any of this. He has everything of mine. My car is actually his car. My studio is in his name. Everything is his. If I leave...I don't...I want to leave. I've been looking into ways of leaving. I had to sign a prenup. If I leave, I have to pay back my college tuition. And there is no way that I can do that and support myself. I am literally stuck."
"Well, um...I...I can take care of you." Harry smiled anxiously.
I frowned and shook my head, "No. I can't ask that of you. I won't. That is how I got myself into this mess. I'll get myself out of it. I promise. I just have to figure it out. I have been working on it since I left Italy. I just can't find a lawyer that will take Charles on in a courtroom. He's a scary ass guy."
"What does he do? Like what is Charles' profession?" Harry asked moving his face closer to mine.
"He's a money guy. He is a co-owner or a partner in a firm that keeps track of pensions in big companies. He's like massively wealthy because it was his dad's firm to begin with so when his dad passed he got the company and he got a large inheritance." I explained.
"So he's connected and it's hard for you to find someone who will help you." Harry stated in an understanding manner. I nodded quickly. "I'm...It feels strange, knowing that you're married." Harry spoke after a few minutes of more silence. I stayed quiet and let him talk. "I mean, you treat me like I am the only man in your life."
"You're the one that I love." I smiled weakly at him.
Harry smiled back at me, "I know, baby." He cleared his throat, "Which is why...I'm not doing what Louis probably wants me to do." I lifted my eyebrow at him. "I'm not leaving you, Noli. No way." My heart felt lighter hearing the words. "I am going to be here for you. I know the situation is completely fucked up but I'm not going anywhere. If you want me to, I'll help you find a lawyer. I'll help you find your own place to live. I will do anything you ask to get you out of that house. You are far too amazing to be treated the way he treats you." I nodded slowly. "I love you, Enola."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, "I love you, Harry. So very much." Harry pressed his lips to mine softly.


There was a soft knock on the bedroom door. Harry and I were still completely naked and he was sleeping on my chest. I didn't want to wake Harry but I also did want whoever was at the door to see my bare body. I shook Harry gently. He stirred and asked for five more minutes.
I giggled, "Baby, there's someone at the door and I'm not covered up. Just roll on your side." Harry grunted and moved off my chest. He flopped onto his back beside me. I pulled the blanket over my chest. "Come in!" I called out with another laugh as Harry returned his head to my chest. His eyes closed and he was out again when the door opened.
"Hey, E, um...we've got to get going soon. Louis wanted to talk to Harry before we left for the venue." Dale spoke nervously.
"When do we have to leave for the venue, Dale?" Harry grumbled.
"In about an hour. But Louis wants to talk to you." Dale seemed a bit nervous still.
"Tell Louis I'm sleeping and I'll talk to him at the venue." Harry responded nestling his head into my breasts even more. "I'm not joking, Dale. I'm not speaking to him right now. I am emotionally and physically exhausted. I'll talk to him later." Harry sounded mad. His voice had dropped an octave. Dale huffed and nodded. After only a moment the door closed. Harry looked up at me. "I apologize now for anything Louis says." Harry murmured to me with a sleepy voice.
I shook my head, "Don't. He loves you. He has every right to be angry." Harry frowned deeply. "Go back to sleep, baby. I'll wake you when you need to get up and start getting dressed."
"You don't want to sleep?" Harry inquired.
I smiled, "No. I feel wide awake. You sleep. You have a busy night ahead of you." Harry removed the blanket from over my breasts then rested his cheek on my bare skin. I carefully pulled my fingers through his hair to soothe him.
He hummed softly before speaking again, "Noli?"
"What, baby?" I whispered trying to keep the environment calm for him.
Harry yawned, "You and Charles don't have any kids do you?"
I shook my head quickly, "No. Absolutely not. I would never bring a child into the world with that man. He's too mean." Harry seemed a bit startled by my intense reaction. "Plus, I told you. I'm not a huge fan of children so I would have to love someone very much to have a child. Charles is not that person." Harry's expression went from startled to almost...pleased. "Come on now, Harry. Go back to sleep for a while. I'll be right here when you wake up." Harry let his eyes slide closed again finally.

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