Married 24 Times 29 Her Thoughts

I shoved my face into a pillow. I didn't want to wait for him. I wanted to talk to him, to listen to his story now that he knew mine. I remembered his large arm gripping me around the waist to hold me back and force him to believe me. My skin still felt strange, almost heated from his touch. And the gaze he had turned on me, that made me decide to tell him everything... I felt my heart flutter at the memory.

I wanted to see that face again.

The cynical, realistic part of me reminded me of all the times he had rejected me. Of all the times he hadn't believed me for one thing or another in one long, streaming list. It forced the image of Mia on Julian's arm, wearing my necklace into the front of my brain. "Yes, he believed you this time, but will he keep believing you?" it said. "He's probably with her right now."

I shoved my face deeper into the pillow. Alright, so maybe I shouldn't be so relieved. But this should change something... shouldn't it?

I know I shouldn't blindly believe Julian would just overnight become a more receptive and affectionate person. I also knew that he wasn't as cold as he usually seemed. So many things didn't line up. The Julian who smiled at me, held me, and wiped my tears (and the one who cried when I died) was one side to him, while the other Julian, the Julian who acted coldly, who had left me alone on our wedding night in so many of my lives, and who hid numerous parts of my past from me, was another side.

Two sides, two seemingly different men, but both were my husband whether I liked it or not. The first side was the side that initially I had fallen in love with so long ago, before I became trapped by this endless loop of marriage. The second side is what drove me running from him when I traveled or avoided him in past lives.

Maybe after explaining my reincarnations to him... telling him not only my past, but our potential future, I could learn more about why he was so divided. That was what started me down this path in the first place in this life. I had seen Julian crying, sparking the memories I had from before my many deaths, of the Julian I used to truly love, who had made me laugh and had brought me so much joy. Though this Julian wouldn't remember that life, perhaps I could ask him why he, of all people, would cry over my death, now that I had explained I could remember previous lives. The man I had spoken to today might be able to explain, even if only a little.

The cynical me could just shut up and let me be happy for a moment.

I didn't know when Julian would be coming back. He'd said only vaguely that we'd talk more "tomorrow," which basically meant he wouldn't be home until after I'd fallen asleep.

I pulled myself up from the bed. As if I could sleep! Sure, I'd had a very emotional day and I did feel drained, but there was no way I could wait until tomorrow to "talk properly." I would just have to stay awake.

I moved into our ma.s.sive closet and began taking off the gorgeous silver dress I'd worn. I laid it on the bench in the center of the room. Ileana would know what to do with it. It was a dress I could wear only for special occasions. I felt myself flush at how bold I had been tonight. Had things gone as planned, Julian and I would be having a very different evening. Things hadn't worked out the way I'd been thinking they would... but maybe that was alright.

I fanned my flaming cheeks and began pulling pins from my long hair. There was no sense thinking about that right now. I'd accomplished my mission, one way or another. Even if I hadn't seduced my husband in the way I'd wanted, I could say I had at least planted a seed of doubt in his mind towards Mia. If this didn't stop their affair, I wasn't sure what would.

I brushed out my long hair and removed my underwear before stepping into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Then again, maybe I should have tried harder to take Julian home with me. I had given up pretty quickly when he told me to go home. I paused in front of the full walk-in shower.

I needed to stop. My mind was going in circles. Even I was annoyed with myself. I just needed to take a long, hot shower and wash away the night's embarra.s.sment, then wait for Julian to get home so we could properly talk. I wouldn't let myself think anymore. I stepped into the shower and let the water wash away my worries.

...

The shower helped me feel more like myself again. I stepped out into the bathroom and grabbed one of the plush towels, wrapping it around myself. I began to comb my fingers through my hair when I saw the door k.n.o.b begin to turn.

Before I could think, I dashed to the door and slammed it closed with a bang. Julian's grunt of surprise came from the other side. I was excited for him to come home, but I wasn't this excited!

"What the-?"

"Don't come in!"

I know I said I was going to seduce him, but this isn't what I meant! What kind of situation was this?

Wait a minute, me, why are you blocking your husband from entering the bathroom? He's your husband!

I understand that, but I'm not prepared!

In my moment of confused arguing with myself, Julian managed to push the door open. I took a step back from the door and came face to face with my husband staring down at me.

"Alice?"