The Harbour...Chapter 57: Not Sweet Carolyn
Cassie reached for her friend, touching her arm and gently brushing a stray hair from her face.
“What is this really about?” She asked, looking deeply into her best friends eyes, so darkened with emotion that the pupils were indiscernible.
“He had no right to say anything to Kyle about our marriage!”
Carolyn’s voice shook, as she ripped her eyes away from Cassie’s and turned away.
Cassie by now knew the whole story. Once Carolyn had admitted to her that Maya was Marco’s daughter, she had told her everything.
That after their torrid night together, they had had a huge misunderstanding. He thought she had gone back to Kyle and she thought he did not really care about her and had viewed their night together as a one night stand.
Devastated, she had accepting Kyle’s waiting arms, promises of love and devotion and his proposal of marriage.
Now Cassie stepped around her friend, facing her again.
“Forget about who told Kyle, and tell me why you care if Kyle finds out now that you married him on the rebound? Why Carolyn? Why does it matter?”
Carolyn’s defiant expression had crumbled.
“I don’t love Kyle,” she said defensively.
“I didn’t say you did,” Cassie said, holding her gaze.
“I know you don’t,” She continued.
“I’m asking you why you care if he now finds out, all these years later and after his rabid infidelity. Why the hell do you care if he finds out that you didn’t marry him out of love?”
Carolyn’s lips were pressed together so hard that the edges were turning white.
“You may hate me for what I’m about to say, but you know I love you, Lina,” Cassie said, her expression pained.
Lina was short for her real name Carolina, given to her by her Cuban grandparents.
Carolyn’s brow creased slightly.
“Carolyn, it’s a miracle you came out unscathed from the revelation that Maya wasn’t Kyle’s daughter,” she put up her hand to stop Carolyn from saying anything.
“Honey, I actually believe that you’d convinced yourself that Kyle was her father. I do. They were horrible circumstances. You weren’t talking to Marco, you were at the time, being treated like a queen by Kyle. You needed to believe that. I’m putting that one aside right now,” she said.
“But, you have successfully managed to construct this whole elaborate facade of dutiful, faithful, long suffering wife, now ex-wife. I think you want, perhaps on some subconscious level, to continue to play the role of the martyr in this whole thing. Let Kyle be wrong, but not Sweet Carolyn.”
Tears were running down both their faces. Carolyn had still not spoken.
“This has nothing to do with who told Kyle,” Cassie said gently.
Carolyn’s shoulders sagged as the tears washed over her cheeks. She made no move to wipe them away.
“I don’t hate you,” she whispered.
Cassie threw her arms around her.
