The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

"We should break up, Silas," Maisie catches me off guard when she says that.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

"What?" I look at her, confusion already taking over me.

"We should break up," she repeats what she has previously said.

"Why?" I ask, adjusting myself on the couch as I give her my full attention. She is at my place as usual. We're both working on our assignments, so to hear her suddenly say that has ine perplexed. "Have you met somebody else?" I wonder.

"No, I haven't met anybody else. But we need to break up for your sake." What is it with women in my life abandoning me in the name of doing that for my sake? "Silas, you won't get Rosie back if you stay with me."

"Rosie and I can't be together anymore. She literally said that she didn't want me in her life anymore," I remind her. I told her about what happened between me and Rosie, sparing no detail. I still can't believe that she told me she didn't want me anymore in her life. I expected a lot of terrible things to happen, but I had never expected that to happen.

"I remember you telling me that the moment you walked out, you heard her sobbing. If a girl wants you out of her life, will she sob after your departure?" she asks me and I think about her words for a moment. Could this be true? "I didn't point that out when you were telling me about what happened because you looked really hurt, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that Rosie didn't actually want that."

"But why would she tell me that she wanted me out of her life if she doesn't want that?" I ask, exhaling.

"Rosie feels guilty for everything she has put you through and I swear, she still loves you, but she has been seeing us together. She thinks that by staying in your life, she's going to ruin it, especially our relationship," Maisie explains. I don't know if this can ever be true, but if this is how it is, I will do anything to win her back.

"How could you be so sure of that?" I wonder.

"I'm a girl and I know how a girl eyes the guy she is in love with. Rosie really loves you. She always looks like she's about to

cry

whenever she sees us together," Maisie points out. "You do know I'm not gonna get hurt if we break up, right?"

I give her a skeptical look, because I'm not sure if she is being truthful or if she's just saying that, so I won't feel bad.

"Silas, we agreed from the very beginning that it's going to be casual. I'm literally standing in your way to get Rosie back and our deal entailed that if you ever found me preventing you from getting back with Rosie, you had to break up with me," she reminds me of our deal.

Just before I get to reply, my phone rings. I look at it and frown when I find the coach calling me. Why is he calling me?

"Hello coach," I answer the phone.

"Silas, you need to come over to my office. There's something I would like to talk to you about," he says.

"I will be there in twenty minutes, coach," I tell him before hanging up.

"Is everything okay?" Maisie asks me as I get up from my place.

"The coach said he wanted to see me. I don't know what's going on, but it's probably important," I tell her before heading to my room to chance. I throw some pants and a heavy hoodie since it's cold outside. ""Would you

like

me to come with you?" Maisie asks.

"Sure." I shrug.

When I get inside the elevator, it takes us less than twenty minutes to reach the coach's office.

G.

There are millions of thoughts running through my head and they're giving me an unbearable headache. Maisie's words have been playing on repeat in my head.

Should I have been more observant? Maybe I should have never believed Rosie in the first place when she told me she wanted me to be out of her life.

I shake

my

head, trying to forget about what has been going on as I walk inside the coach's office after knocking on his door.

"Good afternoon, coach," I say, walking inside.

"Have a seat, Silas," he tells me, and I do so. "You want to join the NFL, don't you?"

"Of course." My answer is rather quick. I have always dreamt of becoming a professional football player.

"What do you think about this team?" he asks me as he passes me a picture of a logo. When I see the logo I'm holding, my eyes widen. This is one of the greatest teams the USA has ever known. "They're interested in having you join their team." "W-What?" I stammer, unable to believe what I have just been told.

"You heard me, Cromwell," he says, and I catch a hint of a smile on his lips. "If you want to seal the deal, you better give your best performance during the next games. They'll be watching you."

"I will do my best, coach! That's a promise!" I excitedly say, unable to contain my happiness. I want to share the news with my close friends and family.

I find Maisie waiting for me outside the moment I walk out of the office.

Her face breaks into a wide grin when I share with her what I have just been told. She isn't just happy for me; she is ecstatic "This is amazing, Silas! You deserve the best!" she exclaims as we walk back to my car.

"I know how great this is, but I'm so nervous! Maisie, there's no room for mistakes," I tell her, already feeling anxious.

"I know this must be stressful, but you're already amazing, Silas. Just keep doing what you already do, and you'll be a member of the team before you know it," she boosts my confidence. "I feel like we need to celebrate!" "Not yet. I won't celebrate before officially joining them," I say.

"Fair enough. But can we at least get ice cream?" she wonders, and I agree. "However, we're going to get it as friends, Silas, not as a couple. It's time for you to work on getting your girl back."

I'm thankful for Maisie's presence in my life and I know that without her, I would have probably been at a much darker place in life.