Pieces of Us Novel – I love you. I had such a wonderful time last night. xxx I read the text message from Lucy on Cam’s phone over and over, each time hoping the words would change. My brain just couldn’t comprehend the message — sent from my best friend to my husband. I put his phone down on the counter and walked through the house in a daze. In the living room, I stood in front of the Christmas tree, which mocked me with its illusions of joy, love, and family. This would be only our third Christmas together — was my marriage already over? I felt numb as I bent down and gathered the presents I’d bought for my husband and carried them out of the room. I placed them next to the front door, neatly stacking them so their shiny red and green bows wouldn’t be crushed. I stood there staring, trying to form a coherent thought.
But the only thing in my head was the fact that my best friend was in love with my husband. I heard the shower turn off, and I automatically went to the bedroom and opened Cameron’s closet door. “Babe, can you grab me something to wear?” he called. I stepped into the walk-in closet, looked at his clothes hanging neatly in front of me, and selected a pair of dark-wash jeans and a navy blue T-shirt from one of the shelves. Pulling open his top drawer, I grabbed a pair of black boxer-briefs and stood by the bathroom door for our morning ritual. I knew I should be yelling and screaming at him, yet I couldn’t bring myself to do anything but stand and wait for him to leave the bathroom.
My heart thudded in my chest, my hands shook slightly, and I heard a weird static in my ears — as if my brain had tuned out. Right on cue, the door opened slightly, and his hand stuck out. I placed the clothes in his grasp. He pulled them in and closed the door loudly. I selected his clothes every morning. He said he liked that I dressed him, and if he’d dressed himself, he’d look like a vagrant. I didn’t mind this little quirk, and normally I enjoyed the task. But today I realized I’d been selecting the clothes Lucy had seen him in — and maybe even removed from his body. The bathroom door opened fully, and he walked out, looking every bit as handsome as I knew he would. His dark hair was still wet and gleamed under the bright bathroom light. He gave me a smile as he pecked me lightly on the cheek. “Thanks,” he said on his way out of the room and down the hall. I couldn’t move. He was acting so normally, and yet my whole life had changed. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff where a strong wind threatened to blow me over the edge, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. “Charlotte, did you move the coffee? I can’t find it anywhere,” he called from the kitchen.
Bile rose in my throat, and I swallowed hard before taking a few deep breaths, wanting to stay in control. I walked slowly down the hallway, like an inmate to her execution. I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye, but I stayed focused on the cupboard behind him, afraid that if I saw his face, it would all become too real. Tears welled in my eyes, and my heart continued to pound. I needed to talk to him — needed him to tell me Lucy was some crazy stalker and he wasn’t cheating on me. But I couldn’t get any words out. If I opened my mouth, I might vomit. I looked down at the beautiful diamond ring on my left hand and choked back a strangled sob. We’d only been married for two years. Was he already bored with me? I pulled the ring off and placed it on the kitchen counter, then proceeded to remove my earrings, necklace, and watch — all gifts from Cameron. I set them carefully next to the wedding ring. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I could see Cameron staring at me in confusion. “Charlotte?” I picked up his cell phone from the counter and handed it to him, the offending message still on the screen. His face paled as he read it, and he looked up at me nervously.
The loud static in my ears was back, and I was starting to feel extremely hot. ” God!” he yelled, throwing the phone against the wall. It clattered to the floor undamaged, unlike my heart. We stood staring at each other for a moment, neither of us saying a word. Then his eyes broke from mine and slowly moved down to my jewelry, abandoned on the counter. “Charlotte,” he said softly, moving toward me with his arms outstretched, as if to pull me into a hug. “No,” I whispered, stepping backward and out of his grasp. His face fell, and he stood still, staring at the floor. “Do you love her?” I choked out between sobs. I felt the warm tears flowing over my cheeks as I watched him think about his answer. He was silent for a moment, and his shoulders sagged. “I feel something for her,” he said sadly. I sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The numbness that had been clouding my heart suddenly lifted, and the pain of what was happening hit me all at once. There wasn’t a single part of my body that didn’t hurt. I watched as my tears dripped onto the polished wood floor.
Cameron’s shadow moved toward me, but I held my hand up to stop him before he could touch me. “Do you love me?” I whispered, looking up at him. “Yes, very much!” he insisted, dropping to his knees in front of me. “I’m so confused. I know what this looks like, but I want you, Char. I love you — ” “I think you should go,” I whispered, cutting him off. As much as I wanted to hear something that would explain away his infidelity, I couldn’t listen to him right now. “What?” He leaned closer to hear me. I glanced up and looked at his eyes for the first time since I’d learned he was cheating on me. He must have seen something reflected back because despair washed over his face. “I want you to leave,” I replied a little louder. “Charlotte, please don’t do this. Can’t we just talk about it? I swear, it’s not what you think.” I glared at him. “It’s Christmas Eve,” he protested as I shook my head, not wanting to hear his excuses. “Everyone is coming here for lunch tomorrow,” he added desperately. “I might deserve to be punished, but our families don’t. Please don’t ruin everyone’s Christmas.”
I wanted to scream that he was the one who’d ruined everyone’s Christmas, not to mention my life, but I couldn’t stand to destroy this special day for the people I loved. Cameron’s family had been nothing but wonderful and supportive of me and our marriage. Nodding slowly, I stood up without looking at him. I knew it would be hard to keep up the illusion of our happy marriage with our families, but I thought I could do it for one day. I remembered the stack of presents by the front door and carefully carried them back to the living room, rearranging Cameron’s gifts under the Christmas tree and fussing absentmindedly with the bows, making sure they looked perfect. I felt his presence in the room behind me, and the blood in my veins chilled, a feeling I’d never expected to experience around my husband. I stood and turned to face him. “I’m going to stay with my dad tonight, but I’ll be back in the morning to start cooking lunch,” I said quietly.
“Charlotte, please stay so I can explain,” Cameron protested as I walked past, ignoring him, and went to the bedroom. I quickly looked around the room and suppressed the tears I felt coming when I saw our wedding photo on the bookshelf. I closed my eyes to block the picture from my mind, but my memory jumped into overdrive, and all I could see, hear, and smell were the events of my wedding day playing out on the inside of my eyelids, and there was no way to escape them. With a loud sigh, I yanked the closet door open and started pulling out random clothes, not even paying attention to what I was packing. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate, my brain was stuck on pause. It just kept replaying our wedding, which was now intermingled with the past few minutes, over and over in my head. Once I had my overnight bag full, I walked back out to the kitchen and grabbed my purse and car keys off the counter.
Cameron was nowhere to be seen, and I was glad I didn’t have to face him as I left. My luck didn’t hold, however, as I stepped into the garage and saw Cameron leaning on the hood of my car, his arms folded over his chest, a determined look on his face. “Don’t go,” he said softly. I could see the pain in his eyes, but I couldn’t feel anything besides the agony in my heart. I couldn’t think of anything other than the fact that he’d cheated on me. There wasn’t room in my heart for forgiveness or explanations at the moment. I put my overnight bag in the trunk, slamming it closed a little harder than was necessary. I saw Cameron flinch slightly as the sound echoed around the garage. “Please, just give me space tonight. I’ll be back in the morning. We can talk after everyone leaves tomorrow.” I climbed into the driver’s seat of my car and closed the door without waiting to hear his response. I opened the garage door and reversed quickly down the drive.
Cameron watched me as I drove off down the street. I’d never know how I managed to hold myself together on the drive to my dad’s house, but I did. I pulled into his driveway and collected my bag from the trunk. I knocked at the front door, but after a few minutes of no response I pulled my key out and let myself in. My dad had insisted that I keep a key to his house. He wanted me to feel like I always had a sanctuary, somewhere safe I could go. Right now I couldn’t have been more grateful to him. I walked up the stairs to my childhood bedroom and looked around. It was exactly as I’d left it: a single bed in the corner and an ancient computer on the old wooden desk under the window with stacks of teen novels around the monitor.
The last time I’d slept in this room was the night before my wedding. I quickly put that thought out of my mind and lay down on the bed. Then the tears came. I cried for what felt like hours. Warm, salty water soaked my pillow, but I couldn’t move from the fetal position I’d automatically assumed. The pain in my chest was more intense than anything I’d felt before. I tried to take some deep breaths to calm myself, but I could only manage short, shallow gasps. I cried until no more tears would come, and despite the sunlight shining though the window, I fell into a restless sleep.
I opened my eyes groggily, a hazy glare coming through the window. Realizing where I was, my heart broke all over again as I remembered why I was in this room. When my eyes started to prickle with tears, I shook my head and tried to force myself to calm down. Knowing I’d have to put on a brave face all day for my family, I forced myself to get out of bed and showered quickly. After dressing in some of the clothes from the overnight bag, which matched better than I expected, I went downstairs to get ready to go face my husband. Dad was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee and eating a slice of toast. “Merry Christmas, kid.” “Merry Christmas,” I said without any enthusiasm. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat opposite him at the table. We sat in comfortable silence as we drank, and I felt immense gratitude toward my father for not prying into my life. He must have known something was wrong or I wouldn’t have been there, but he didn’t question me.
“Is lunch still on today?” he asked cautiously, breaking the silence. “Yes…I’m heading home now to start cooking.” I was surprised by how unemotional my voice was. It was like I was numb. Maybe one day of this wouldn’t be as hard as I thought. I drained the last of my coffee and rinsed the mug in the sink. I pecked the top of Dad’s head gently as I walked past. “You okay, Char?” I turned back to face him with a half-smile. “No. See you at twelve for lunch.” I walked out of the house and got into my car to return to the home I had shared with Cameron for the past two years. I circled the block several times before I finally built up the strength to pull into the driveway. I didn’t open the garage. I just left my car in the drive in case.
I opened the front door and slipped inside as quietly as I could. The familiar smell of the house immediately put me at ease, but then sent a sharp pain through me because I realized I wouldn’t be my home for long. For a moment I thought I could get to work in the kitchen and not be noticed by Cameron until the others arrived. I knew I was being cowardly and weak, but I really didn’t know what to say or how to act. My brain was telling me to be angry, to demand an explanation and then scream and yell. But my heart didn’t want any answers. It couldn’t take it. If I heard his justifications it would break me even more.
As I looked over the living room, I spotted Cameron slumped on the couch, sleeping. He was still wearing the now-wrinkled clothes I’d picked out for him the morning before. His hair stuck up in all directions, and I could tell he’d been running his hands through it repeatedly, his usual stress reaction. He had dark circles under his eyes, and a glass sat on the coffee table in front of him, still half full of amber liquid. That shocked me. I’d never known Cameron to drink away his problems, but I guess I didn’t know him as well as I thought I did. The alcohol was just one more thing to add to the list of new facts I’d learned about my husband in the past twenty-four hours. Despite his slumber, he didn’t look peaceful at all. He looked troubled and restless. I turned the lock in the front door as quietly as I could, but the noise still woke him.
He jolted in his seat, his eyes fixing on me and relief washing over his face. “I wasn’t sure you’d come back,” he said in a husky voice as he sat up and rubbed his hands over his stubbly chin. “I said I would,” I replied curtly, turning to the kitchen. I washed my hands and pulled the turkey from the fridge. With it safely on the counter, I bent down to find a baking tray in the cabinet. When I stood up, Cameron was behind me. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. I could hear the emotion in his voice, and I honestly believed he was sorry. But it didn’t change the facts, and if I was going to make it through the day I couldn’t have this conversation. “Not now,” I said, my voice harsh. “Why don’t you go take a shower before everyone gets here?” Without saying a word, he took my hand. I felt something cold and hard touch my palm as he squeezed gently and then released me. I looked down and saw my engagement ring and wedding band sitting in my hand.
“Please wear them today,” he whispered. I nodded and slipped them quickly onto my finger, holding my hand out to look at them. I remembered doing the exact same thing not long after we were married, admiring how the rings would look there for the rest of my life. Suddenly the metal felt hot on my skin, as if it was burning me, and I shook my hand slightly to rid myself of the odd sensation. I looked up, and Cameron nodded silently before walking down the hall to our bedroom. After a moment I heard the water in the shower and let out a sigh. I could do this. I just had to hold myself together until our families left after lunch. I could do this. I prepared the turkey slowly, adding the stuffing I’d made a few days earlier and basting the skin. When I was satisfied with how it looked, I started peeling potatoes. Despite my hands being busy, my mind remained focused on the man down the hall.
What was he thinking right now? Was he thinking about me or Lucy? The shower shut off, and I tensed, suddenly wondering if he’d be waiting for me to hand him clothes. Should I go and pick some out for him? I decided I’d keep peeling my potatoes and leave him to pick out his own clothes. I didn’t owe him any favors. After I’d put the turkey in the oven and peeled a dozen potatoes, Cameron still hadn’t emerged and my curiosity got the better of me. I pushed the bedroom door open to find Cameron standing in a towel in front of the closet with tears in his eyes. For the first time in twenty-four hours, I felt a bit of sadness for him. I pushed past him into the closet. Keeping focused on my task, and not on the fact that he was standing so near that I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck, I pulled out a pair of beige linen pants and a black v-neck sweater and handed them to him. “Thank you,” he said, and before I could react, his arms were around me. He pushed me gently into the wall and pressed his body against mine as he hugged me.
My body automatically responded. His scent surrounded me and the warmth of his body felt familiar and safe. But while my body enjoyed the sensation of being close to my husband, my heart pulled away. He’d started to pepper gentle pecks through my hair and onto my forehead before I gathered the strength to push him away. “Don’t, Cam!” I pleaded, my voice sounding more emotional than I wanted it to. “Charlotte — ” I’d just had a demonstration of how my body was ready to betray me, and I needed to stay strong. My heart and my head were going to steer me through this, not my physical urges. “I have to get back to the kitchen,” I said hastily, slipping out of his grasp and almost running down the hall. I leaned on the kitchen counter, trying to calm my heart rate and slow the flood of tears threatening to flow down my cheeks. I didn’t know why I went to the bedroom in the first place, but it had been a huge mistake. Cameron was like a magnet, and even though my heart was shattered into a million pieces, those broken shards were still drawn to him.
Being around him now was like stabbing myself with a dull blade painful and self-sabotaging. “Merry Christmas!” a muffled voice called through the front door. I looked up and saw Cameron’s older brother, Ryan, staring through the door’s glass panel, smiling. I took a deep breath, drew my shoulders back, and let him into the house. I held the door open as he walked through, arms laden with presents. He was followed by his wife, Sarah, carrying a plate of food. Ryan, the eldest Harper child, looked most like his parents. With his father’s broad jaw and tall build, and his mother’s Spanish genes, he was the traditional “tall, dark, and handsome.” Sarah was a classic beauty: long, red curls, bright blue eyes that were always smiling, and a peaches-and-cream complexion that almost glowed. The light smattering of freckles over her cheeks added a down-to-earth quality. “Sarah, you didn’t need to bring anything,” I said, my normal self coming back a little. “I know, but I wanted to. It’s just cookies for after dinner.” She placed the plate on the table and turned to give me a hug. I sank into her arms, not realizing how much I needed to be hugged and comforted by someone who wasn’t Cameron.
“It smells great in here,” another happy voice said from the doorway. I looked over my shoulder to see Cameron’s sister, Bonnie, walking in. She was dressed in a glitter-covered shirt and Santa hat. “Merry Christmas,” I said, smiling at her. “There’s my baby sister,” Cameron called as he appeared in the room. Bonnie ran over, and as Cameron hugged her his eyes locked on me over her shoulder. I turned away and walked through the archway into the kitchen to check on the turkey and vegetables. When I pulled the oven door open, I was accosted with a wave of heat delicious smells. For a just a moment, I could pretend this was any normal Christmas Day. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” I heard from behind me. I turned to see Cameron’s mother, Ellen, smiling at me, her soft features showing nothing but love and joy. Soft lines had formed in the corners of her eyes from years of laughter, and I hoped I would age as gracefully as she had. Her once dark hair was now peppered with gray, but despite her talk about needing to dye it, she was beautiful just the way she was. “Merry Christmas, Mom,” I replied, standing up with a genuine smile on my face. Cameron’s parents had insisted I call them Mom and Dad after we were married, and I had to admit it was nice to feel like a real part of their family.
My own mother had run off with my father’s best friend just a few months ago, which had shaken me to my core. It disgusted me that she’d been having an affair for years with a man I’d always considered more of an uncle than a family friend. When my father confronted them, she didn’t even show remorse. She just packed her belongings and left my father behind. Since then I’d done my best to look after my father, but it was taking its toll on me. The fact that Cameron could do the same thing was incomprehensible, and yet he had. Ellen surrounded me with a hug. “You look just as tired as Cam does. Is everything okay?” I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled. “We’re fine,” I replied with as much conviction as I could muster. Her head tilted as she took in my tone and expression, but I was saved when my father arrived, and I excused myself to greet him. A few minutes later we were exchanging gifts. An array of sweaters, movies, and electronic devices were unwrapped and gushed over. Then Cameron’s father, David, gave a toast for the blessing that everyone in our family was happy and healthy. As he neared the end of his speech, Cameron caught my eye briefly before I turned away. Before I knew it, we were all seated around the dining table. Dad sat directly opposite me, and I smiled at him.
All through lunch he gave me curious looks, and when he thought I wasn’t looking, he glared at Cameron. David was seated at the head of the table, where he expertly sliced the turkey and passed some to me. Of course Cameron sat next to me, but I leaned as far away from him as possible without being obvious. Cameron, however, was leaning into me as much as he could, and he kept pulling his chair closer to mine. I tried to ignore him and eat. The food tasted good, but it gave me no enjoyment. I looked at the smiling faces around the table and reminded myself why I was maintaining this charade. I sighed and took another bite of turkey just as Cameron began stroking the back of my other hand lovingly. A surge of anger shot through my body, and my fork froze mid-way to my mouth as I turned to look at him. He was talking with Ryan about the amount of studying he’d been doing for his degree and not even looking at me. The gesture was so casual, as if he didn’t think twice about touching me. “Excuse me, Cam?” I said softly, so as not to alarm Ryan. He smiled at me and leaned in close, his fingers still touching my hand. I clutched my fork tightly, trying to hold my anger inside.
“Get your hand off me or I will stab you in the thigh with this fork,” I whispered. He froze, the smile dropping from his face before he reluctantly pulled his hand away. I went back to eating my food and realized part of me was saddened by the loss of his touch, but only a very small part. Cameron gave me a look before turning back to Ryan and resuming his conversation. “So how’s Lucy? I haven’t seen her in ages!” Bonnie asked, leaning around her mother to look at me. I felt Cameron’s body go rigid beside me. I thought of several ways I could handle this situation. I looked down at my plate and pushed the last of the food around. I decided to take the high road. “She’s fine.” “So, David, how’s work? Are you getting many new patients through your clinic?” my dad asked loudly, directing the attention away from me. David was a chiropractor, and Cameron was currently in the process of obtaining his dentistry degree with the hopes of one day having a family clinic with his father. Cameron’s hand slipped onto my knee under the table, and he squeezed it gently. Before I could tell him to remove his fingers from my leg, he patted my knee one last time and moved his hand back to his own lap.
I watched David’s car pull out of the driveway, and as soon as it was out of sight, the smile dropped from my face. Cameron and I stood in silence for a moment in the front yard, and I could feel him staring at me, but I didn’t have anything to say to him. My brain was still trying to process all I’d learned in the past twenty-four hours. I looked over at Cameron and saw his hands jammed in his pockets and his foot tapping nervously. We both knew what was coming: the talk. My breathing quickened, and I felt panic in my chest. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. I wasn’t strong enough for that yet. So instead of saying anything, I just shuffled my left foot nervously and watched the little chunks of dirt moving around under my shoe. “Charlotte…” Cameron started, but when I looked up and met his eyes, he stopped talking. “I’m going to clean up,” I said, walking past him. His hand jerked slightly, as if to reach out to me, but he held it back and let me pass. Part of me longed for his touch of his warm skin, but my brain knew it was best that he keep his distance. I started stacking plates to carry into the kitchen, where I placed the dirty dishes in the sink and ran the water.
One by one, I rinsed the plates and stacked them on the counter. “Want some help?” Cameron asked from the doorway. Without waiting for me to answer, he moved next to me and began placing the rinsed plates into the dishwasher. It had been our nightly ritual almost the entire time we’d lived together: I would rinse and pass the dishes to him, and he would load the dishwasher. We’d always been a team, equals, a complete unit — or so I thought. We weren’t a team anymore, and we never would be again. For the first time, it truly became clear to me that Cameron and I weren’t going to have a future together. This home we shared wasn’t ours anymore, and suddenly I didn’t want to be in it. I could have told Cameron to leave, but I knew I’d never be able to get over him, get over the pain, if I was surrounded by objects that had been ours . I needed to get as far away from him and this house as I could. “It’s not what you think,” Cameron whispered, trying to initiate the conversation I was doing my best to avoid. I sighed and held another plate under the water.
“I know I promised you we’d talk tonight, but I really don’t have anything to say.” I felt the tears I’d suppressed earlier start to form in my eyes. “I’m moving out,” I added when he didn’t reply. “What are you feeling, Charlotte?” He reached across me to turn off the faucet so I was unable to hide behind the chore. “Not what you’re thinking, but what’s in your heart?” My husband knew me so well. He could see the war going on inside my body — the struggle between what my head wanted and what my heart begged for. He also likely knew my heart wanted him. “I don’t know.” I was being honest. At that point, I mostly felt numb, though I was sure anger and hurt would come in larger doses soon. Right now I didn’t want to yell, and I didn’t want to fight. I just wanted to leave and be alone. I felt more exhausted than I ever had, and it was an effort just to keep myself from collapsing. “Would you stay if I asked you to?” He was leaning against the counter and staring intently at me, trying to maintain eye contact. “No, I can’t be around you right now,” I choked out, emotion clouding my voice as the comforting numbness began to recede. Amazingly, the two warring parts of myself agreed on this point.
My head didn’t want to be anywhere around him ever again, and although my heart craved his touch, it was in too much pain to stand being near him now. Cameron’s hands the hands that I loved, but had caressed another woman moved up, and he scrubbed them roughly over his face. “When will you leave?” he asked, his voice shaking. “Now.” I turned the faucet back on and rinsed the last few plates before stacking them neatly in front of him. I wiped down the counter and swept the floor. Cameron leaned against the counter the whole time, silently watching me. “I never meant to hurt you, Charlotte. I honestly love you, and if you’d just let me explain, I think” “Don’t!” I almost yelled as I finally started to cry. “I can’t talk about this now.” “We have to talk about this. I’m not going to let you just walk away from me…from us ,” he yelled back, waving his arms emphatically. “If you would just stop and listen to me for two minutes — ” “There’s no us left to talk about,” I replied, cutting him off. I was trying to stay calm, but my traitorous voice was shaking. “Char!” he called, moving toward me.
He held his arms out, and I stumbled backward. I saw the hurt in his face when I wouldn’t allow him to comfort me, but I couldn’t believe he thought it was appropriate. Surely he could understand that his were the last arms I wanted around me right now. “Char, please just listen to what I have to say,” he pleaded. “I’m just going to get some more clothes.” “No! You have to listen!” he protested, his voice rising. “No, I don’t,” I shot back. “I didn’t — ” “Stop it!” I yelled, cutting him off. “No, you will hear me!” he demanded, grabbing my arm and trying to hold me in place. “Lucy and I — ” ” Shut up!” I screamed, wrenching my arm from his grasp and stepping away from him. He opened his mouth and looked as if he was going to protest again, but then he nodded sadly and went into the living room. I walked quickly to the bedroom, grabbed some clean underwear and a change of clothes, and shoved them roughly into my handbag. I took a quick glance around the room, but since Cameron had slept on the couch, it looked exactly as it had when I left the day before.