Tarnished - Chapter 53

This chapter contains a succinct POV for the gold digger, which is then followed up with a short POV from Viola.
Gold Digger's POV

My bedroom door creaked as I opened it slightly. I let a single eye peer through the slim gap. The hallway was silent until the guestroom door opened.

My eye widened as it peered through the gap. Korbin exited the guestroom quietly. He took one last look into the room. Then he shut the door quietly. He turned to look down the hallway towards the marble stairs. A smile on his lips. He walked, hands in pockets, shirt undone, to the marble stairs and down he went.

I heard my husband snore. Naturally, he had slept through it. They had given him strong medicine at the hospital. He was a deep sleeper. He didn't hear them. But I did.

I knew exactly what happened. I heard every single word, and every single sigh. There I had been thinking they were over. But really... They were stronger than ever.

I tiptoed over to where my robe was hanging. I swung it over my shoulders and undid the top two buttons on my nightdress. Swiftly, I exited my room and tiptoed down the hallway and down the marble stairs.

Once downstairs, I saw Korbin walking around in a circle near the large cashmere sofa. He was deep in thought. Now was my chance.

"Korbin." My voice calm, yet weak.

He looked up, shocked to see me. His eyes caught sight of my undone buttons, but they quickly looked away.

"What are you doing, you fool." He muttered to himself, continuing his walk and ignoring me.

I stepped towards him.

"Why Korbin?" I whimpered. "Why not me?"

He froze.

"Why wasn't I good enough? Why didn't you love me?" I swallowed.

He shook his head.

"Why can't you love me? What did I do wrong? Am I not beautiful enough?"

He looked me in the eyes... Those eyes...

"You need to go back to your room and leave me alone." His voice was hoarse.

I shook my head. Forcing tears out of my eyes. I moved closer.

"Please." I whispered, moving closer to him.

He stood opposite me now.

"Please... Love me..." I whispered.

I moved closer and he stayed there.

"Love me..." I whispered.

I went down on my knees, and reached out for his legs, his hips. I clasped them.

He watched me. His eyes shining brightly.

"I want to be yours... Not anyone else's." I stopped forcing tears and cooled my voice.

"I'm better than your wife. You know that. I'd make you so much happier."

His brow creased.

"I'd make you so happy. I would do anything for you."

The crease deepened.

"Please, let me show you."

I clasped his belt buckle.

"Let me show you."

I tugged a little.

"I will make you forget her."

I placed my other hand on his belt.

"I will make you say my name instead of hers."

I tugged again.

"I will make you watch me. Feel me. Miss me. Desire me."

My voice rose.

"Say my name!"

He placed both his hands on me and threw them off of his belt buckle forcefully.

I was thrown off balance by this sudden movement. I was face down on the floor. I forced tears again.

I pulled myself from the ground as he knelt down and spoke down at me.

"You stupid bitch." He shook his head.

I slapped myself.

"Keep going; keep trying to get me in trouble." He smirked at me.

I slapped myself twice more.

"I don't care if you hurt yourself this time." He smirked some more. "I know your game and so does Viola."

I slapped myself more and more.

"Keep going!" He yelled. "Keep fucking going! It won't change the fact that I hate you and will never want to have anything to do with you!"

I stopped and screamed at him. He watched me as I cried. I was a woman scorned. He did not try to comfort me.

He only laughed more.

"I will get rid of her. I will do whatever it takes to get rid of her!" I yelled.

His laughter stopped.

"She is the one who keeps you from me!"

The crease in his eyebrows re-appeared.

"I will get rid of her! I will bring her down! I will kill her!"

I stood up, pretending I was going up the stairs to find her this instant.

He grabbed my arm. I spun around and pulled him closer to me, trying to reach his lips. He pushed me away instantly.

"You really are pathetic." He spat. "You don't know anything, do you?"


He swallowed, breathless. He tried to calm his breathing.

"Because... I don't love her."

My heart stopped as he hesitated. I was shocked.

"The truth is I never loved her at all." He swayed but his eyes grew harder. "It was all a big game. She means nothing to me. And neither do you."

"You're lying."

"It's a game. I don't love Viola. I've never loved her!"

"Why do you stay with her?"

"I don't. I'm having her leave as soon as possible."

I watched him. "Then you must want to be with me."

I stepped towards him. He stepped away from me shaking his head.

"I don't want you, her or anyone else!" He swallowed. "You don't need to bring her down. If anyone will bring her down it will be me. Do you hear me? She's mine. I fuck around with her whenever I want. Don't you dare mess around with what's mine."

I watched him.

"Just fucking leave us all alone!"

I wiped some tears as he swore loudly and pushed past me and ran up the marble stairs. I tried to calm myself. I re-entered the 'wife' state of mind and tiptoed calmly up the stairs.

I saw the door to the master bedroom close. I walked further down the hallway to my bedroom.

I saw Viola's guestroom door close abruptly.

I fastened my pace to my bedroom. I opened the door, and saw an empty bed. My heart pounded.

I quickly left the room and ran to his office. My husband was sitting in there. At his desk.

"What are you doing out of bed?" I whimpered, letting innocence crawl into my voice.

He sighed. "I had trouble sleeping." He spoke calmly.

"Come back to bed."

"I will. Shortly." He nodded his head at me and dismissed me.

I bowed and walked out of the office. I walked back down the hallway. I went back into my bedroom and lay down in bed.

What if my husband had heard?


He's too stupid. He wouldn't have known. He wouldn't have understood. He's just like Viola. Too stupid for her own good.

I closed my eyes.

Knowing, I wouldn't give up.


Viola's POV

I leaned my head back against the guestroom door, sliding down it, and then curling into a ball on the floor. I hugged my knees. I had watched them from the top of the stairs. I saw her slapping herself. I heard him admit he didn't love me. I heard every word. Silent tears rummaged through my lungs and I began violently shaking with sadness. The pain in my chest was felt like none other. The tears just kept on coming as I sprawled out on the floor with my face down, feeling him still inside of me. Silently I suffered.


Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait! You know that awkward moment when it feels like your whole life is falling apart? Well I've had that for the last 4 weeks. Bear with! Bear with! (And for those of you who don't get the 'Miranda' reference, I suggest you go and search it on youtube at once!)


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Lucy - I don't know about you; but I don't think Viola knows Korbin loves her. Hang on a second, why on earth did he tell her he loved her? And then go and tell the gold digger that he didn't love Viola? Which one of them is he lying to? And why? I guess your job continues detective Lucy. Thanks for reading + commenting.

Maggie Cyrus - We'll see how the events of the next few chapters play out. Do you think the gold digger is a bit deranged? Thanks for reading + commenting.

Tamika - How was your holiday? Thanks for the support; sorry to keep you waiting! By the way I miss your essays. Do you think it was all a dream? Or do you think that it was all just a wakeup call to a harsh reality? Your comment showed me that you understand this story now; most things are never what they seem. Thanks for reading + commenting. Smooches.

Angelica - I'm glad you've been with us since chapter 1, so you've seen the character development overtime. And I'm also thankful that you think it's amazing; let's hope it stays that way. Thanks for reading + commenting.

Tina - So you've been reading since the beginning? That's awesome. Korbin is manly, a little too manly at times. Here's the next chapter, sorry to make you wait. Thanks for reading + commenting.

Nibe - I'm honored to be your favorite iBuzzle author. That's a good achievement for me, and I'm glad you enjoy the story. Sorry there is a lot of suspense but one day it will end and you will get answers. Thanks for reading + commenting.

Sasha - Hey star, the gold digger is a lying woman, and yes, Viola did wake up to a harsh reality, and as usual Korbin is sitting on the fence about whether he loves Vi or not. He's like a hormonal woman who can't decide what ice cream she wants. Thanks for reading + commenting.

Rafia - Glad you love it; hope you continue to do so. Thanks for reading + commenting.

Graceanna - It is an interesting situation, and a bit of a controversial one, don't you think? Let's see what the final outcome will be. Thanks for reading + commenting.

Skyler Grace - Thanks for the compliment, you know I think you and your story are awesome as well. I've been away for a while so I will be catching up with your story soon. You'll find that the pace begins to pick up now and things are going to start happening very rapidly. Careful you don't get left behind again! Thanks for reading + commenting.

Sam - One thing you will learn with this story, most things are never as they seem. Thanks for reading + commenting.

Della Green - Sorry about the delay in posting, but thanks for reading + commenting.

Madison - This story will end in 2013, and you're right the suspense is in my hands. I have to be careful not to overdo it. Tarnished is not for the faint-hearted, as I think you've already discovered. Thanks for reading + commenting.

Neno - Thanks for understanding, deadlines are never ending, just like this story. Thanks for reading + commenting.

Maria T - This story is deep; the question is, how deep can you go? Thanks for reading + commenting.

Mel - Okay sorry to keep you waiting, will try and post more often now! Thanks for reading + commenting.

Amy - Sorry to keep you waiting, but I will post more now. Thanks for reading + commenting.
Published: 1/18/2013
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