Cristiane Serruya - Trust: Betrayed

I can’t abide it. I won’t abide it. It’s not in my nature to quietly accept these kinds of things. And even though I have a very curious mind, I don’t want to learn these things. Now I understand why you told me I was your salvation from the dark abyss. However I can’t redeem you. Only you can help yourself. Unless you seek counseling to help you really get away - be cured(?) - from this strange compulsion, I will not be your salvation. On the contrary, I’ll be your destruction. And you’ll be mine.

You know what I like in sex and that’s not it. I don’t like pain. I don’t need it to enhance my pleasure. I’ll go further and say that you do not like or need it either. You know how to be gentle, loving and protective. How to be fierce, even savage sometimes - my overbearing Lord Caveman. You’re lovable. You’re not selfish or callous in your relationships. This is a horrible opinion you have of yourself. You have a heart. And it’s not dark.

I hope you let go of this need to take revenge on yourself.

Bury your wife. Forever. Let her rot in hell. By herself.

Give your daughter’s soul some peace. I’m sure she doesn’t blame you for what happened. Some angels are too good to live their entire lives in this inferno. They come to Earth for only a short time because they have a mission. She had completed hers.

Nothing happens without a reason. It’s not in us to understand them. It’s very difficult to accept some things. I know. It’s human nature to rebel against what we can’t control and what causes us distress. But sometimes rebellion and rage don’t help our cause. Acceptance and love do.

Now, I must face my part in our wreckage.

I haven’t been forthcoming with you. I betrayed you when I omitted and lied. And I’m so sorry. I’m not the good, perfect woman you pictured. I did a very shameful and reproachable thing in my past. If regret could kill, I would be dead by now.

Some say that G-d doesn’t give us more than we can handle. So I must endure it. However, I can’t burden you with more than you already carry.

Let me be blunt: I committed a crime. A huge one. I wish I could say that I did it because I wasn’t in my right mind but... That would be a lie. Another lie. I’m done with lies. To my credit, all I can say is that I’ve been redeeming myself - or, at least, trying to, if there is any possibility of redemption. Nevertheless, I don’t think it would be fair with you if I had accepted your proposal and withheld such a secret from you. Surely, it would fester and corrupt our marriage.

You told me I could trust you. I do. But I cannot tell you this. You have no idea. And I don’t want you to. And you also wouldn’t want to. Trust me. (Oh. Such an unfair request. But isn’t life?) I have tried to put myself in your place as I wrote this and I’m deeply ashamed of my behavior.

Thank you for all your patience with me; for all your caring and love toward Gabriela.

Concerning my lies to you, in my defense, all I can say is that I just can’t destroy the beautiful image you have of me. (Even though it’s a lie.)

Selfish, you would accuse and I agree. But... This is how I am. A selfish woman. A liar. A criminal.

The third part. The conclusion.

Our relationship is doomed. I wish it wasn’t so but I can’t fool myself anymore. In the long run it’s going to destroy me. You. Us. And I can’t allow it.

I hope you find happiness in your life. Nothing is more powerful than your own wish. So, wish to love and to be loved. You’ll achieve it.

I was not as strong and courageous as I should have been. Please, I beg you, don’t be angry and try to understand.

I’m so very sorry it has come to this.This decision is tearing me apart and I hurt. This isn’t what I planned or imagined but it’s beyond my control. My heart bleeds while I write this letter because I know that I’m leaving a piece of it with you. A big piece.

So, I wish it weren’t but this is: Good-bye.

Please, don’t call me. I need space to rebuild my life. And Gabriela’s.

With all my love,

Sophia

P.S. - I know it’s very impolite to return gifts but this one had a very important meaning for us.

So, I’m giving you your heart back and I’m holding you responsible of taking good care of it. Don’t waste it on undeserving women like me.

S.

Tavish finished reading the letter and studied his brother’s dejected posture as Alistair caressed the exquisite ruby on the clip which Sophia had returned. As he gave Alistair back the letter, he said, “I... I don’t know what to say.”

Alistair turned from the window. “Dr. Kent? Have you read Sophia’s letter?”

“No, Mr. MacCraig, I haven’t. I was waiting for your permission.” She glanced briefly at Edward, who was looking at the ceiling as if it had the answer to all his questions.

Alistair sighed and handed her the letter. He tilted his head to the side, studying Edward.

Edward’s anguish was palpable. The white lines around his lips betrayed his concern and his anger.

“Davidoff-”

“MacCraig,” Edward’s voice was dry, “I have to apologize. For opening the letter. But I thought, from what I saw on her computer, that matters had gotten out of hand.”

Mmm. Better. “It’s all right. I’d like to understand what you thought the police would do?”

“Recently the Leibowitz Foundation helped in a similar case.” Alistair’s frown darkened, but Edward didn’t acknowledge it. “An S&M case where the court ruled that the amount of physical or psychological harm that the law allows between any two people, even married consenting adults in the privacy of their home, is to be determined by the State because of its responsibility to protect people from these injuries. Acts such as the ones Sophia researched online are illegal according to British law, even between consenting adults.”

Edward ran a hand over his face and stared into Alistair’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that anything had happened. I was only thinking that Sophia might...”

Alistair nodded his forgiveness. “It really doesn’t matter now, does it? Could you, please, show me what Sophia googled?”

He pointed to Sophia’s computer. “Sure, see for yourself. Her history is still on the screen.”

Alistair sat on Sophia’s chair and the first thing he noticed were two photos discreetly standing beside her iMac. He was startled. He didn’t know if he should be flattered or annoyed by the photos.

In the first one, Sophia, adorable in her wedding dress, looking enthralled at Gabriel’s face. Their body language spoke for them, shouting loudly, ‘Love! Love! Love!’.

In the other, Alistair saw his own smiling face, holding a lovely, laughing Gabriela in his arms. Sophia had taken that photo at Stonehenge.

He remembered that day clearly; the day she had asked him to slow things down. He should have known better. He should never have dragged Sophia into his darkness. His lips curled down and he shook his head sadly at the sequence of events that passed through his head.

“Jesus. Christ.” Alistair’s shocked mumble made Tavish look away from Dr. Kent’s face to stare at his brother.

Alistair had been going through Sophia’s searched websites for at least ten minutes. He was ashen, his green eyes glued to the screen. He was sitting stiff on her chair. When he turned to look at them, he seemed unsure of what to do.

Eventually, he exhaled, discomfited, and let his feet carry him to where the others were seated, and dropped heavily in one of the armchairs, “I never did anything like that.”

Edward just snorted.

“With her, I mean. She’s not the kind of woman-”

“You don’t need to tell me that,” Edward interrupted him. “I know Sophia better than you, MacCraig.”

Son of a bitch. Alistair narrowed his eyes at Edward, “But you’ll never know her as I do.” Steady, Alistair Connor, steady. You need to bring Davidoff to your side.

“I was friends with Gabriel for more than fifteen years. And with Sophia for almost a decade. I was at their wedding,” Edward thinned his lips with anger, stopping the hateful words he wanted to say. “And to think I’m the one responsible for your relationship. I encouraged her. She knew instinctively that you were trouble. Her damn instincts. I should have demanded a background check on you. But it was too late. She was already ensnared and didn’t let me. She wanted to build a relationship based in honor and trust.” He raised from his place on the sofa, disgusted with himself and walked to the window. “She was happy, damn you.”

“Edward,” Dr. Kent’s soft voice interrupted Edward’s train of thoughts, “we have to focus on Sophia. I’m quite worried about her state of mind.” She turned to Alistair and gently asked, “Mr. MacCraig, Sophia has undergone many harsh things during her life. Her mind works on a... precarious balance. Your brother was telling me that she remembered the events leading to her husband’s death. I wish you could explain it a bit better. How it happened and what she told you.”

12.45 p.m.

Alistair entered the car and faced Tavish, “I’m going home. I’m in no state to face anyone now. Can you cover for me this afternoon?”

“Of course. Don’t worry.”

Why wasn’t I careful enough to empty Ells Hall and Airgead of those things? Can I convince her of my new intentions? He leaned his head on the seat, closing his eyes. He felt hollow, as an enormous sense of loss took hold of his soul. What. Have. I. Done?

Somewhere over the Atlantic. In Ethan Ashford’s G650.

1.05 p.m. GMT.

“Feeling better?” Ethan helped Sophia sit down on the sofa as she came out of the bathroom. He put his arm over her shoulders, nestling her on his large body. Sophia put her head on Ethan’s shoulder too weak to do anything else. She should have remembered that painkillers had a much stronger effect on a plane. She shouldn’t have taken another codeine tablet.

He put his hand over her forehead and looked down at her pale face and blueish lips, concerned. “You don’t look well, Sophia.” What did that bastard do to you?

“I’m okay, Ethan. I told you I’m not going to throw up. I never throw up. I’m just a bit nauseous, because of my low blood pressure. I need some salt.”

“Vanessa, please, bring to me some salt and a blanket,” he ordered from across the plane.

He turned to Sophia, “Lie down. I’m going to make a-”

She pulled him as he started to rise. “Stay with me.”

“All right.”

“Here, Mr. Ashford.” The attendant returned quickly, handing him a small china bowl with some salt and a blanket.

“Vanessa, please, bring an espresso for Ms. Leibowitz.” As he covered her, Ethan probed, “Tell me what MacCraig did to leave you in this state, baby.”

What Alistair did? He proposed. I couldn’t accept. Sophia’s eyes filled with tears again. “Nothing. It’s not him.”

Staring into her eyes, he said, “I don’t understand you, Sophia. MacCraig isn’t the kind of man you would be happy with. He’s not... Hm, how can I say this? Normal?”

I know this now. She closed her eyes and a tear rolled down her face. “Normal? What’s considered normal nowadays?”

His rage seethed. “Where’s your self-respect?” he asked, in a calm and measured tone. “How far has he degraded you?”

Ethan realized he’d made a mistake even before he finished his sentence, as Sophia’s face paled even more.

The shock of the unexpected blow was absolute. Sophia felt as if he’d punched her. “Ethan... He never, ever degraded me, as you put it,” she whispered. “It’s not like that. We just broke up. Simple as that.” Simple? She looked up into his azure eyes, “I don’t want to talk about it. Please.”

You don’t know how to lie, my love. I’m going to kill that bastard. “All right. Here. Drink the rest of your coffee. It’ll do you good. So, are you excited about the ball? I was thinking... We could go to India together when the new Leibowitz center opens there.”

The rest of the flight passed in relative calm as Sophia’s pressure normalized after they had a light lunch and talked about their plans for the charity.

Alistair MacCraig’s Apartment.

1.07 p.m.

If possible, Alistair’s stare would have melted his computer screen with its intensity as he contemplated what to do next.

“Baptist has a cunning ability to unearth secrets. If there is anyone who can tell me what the fuck is this crime she says she’s committed, it’s him. His reports are classy,” he told his brother on the phone.