She's home

The powerful wind blew through the yellow house when the door opened, and an À la mode woman stepped in. She turned on the light and felt disgusted by how dirty the living and dining room appeared. Empty alcohol bottles and dirty dishes with food in them were on the dining table. Burn out candles, rose petals, and daisies scattered on the floor.

Jennie became upset. The one thing she despises the most is littering, and Jackson knew that. He had never been this sloppy since they lived together because he understood it offended her.

"What has changed about him over these past months?" She questions herself when she enters the kitchen and notices stains, empty whiskey bottles, and spilled food spots on her white marble counter. However, what alarmed her the most were the several bloodstains on the table.

Jennie felt anxious, and her mind when wild. She thought something severe had happened to her husband, but she could not contact him because her phone was off.

"What happened to Jackson while I was away?" she said.

The fridge had a refreshing aroma, and Jennie opens it. The freezer was packed with the leftovers from her favorite dishes. She grabbed a container of chocolate brownies, removed the lid, and munched on them. The brownies were delicious, and Jennie guessed that Jackson had recently prepared these foods since they tasted fresh. She felt exhausted after eating the entire brownies, and positive that her husband was wholesome.

"He is just sweating out his pain, as usual." Jennie reminded herself and retired to their bedroom.

The bed was untidy, a pile of Jackson clothes, and rose petals were on the carpet. Jennie waved her hands in disbelief and put her phone on the charger. Furthermore, she decided to clean the house since she was already home.

She started by changing the blanket and fixing the bed neatly. Jennie then headed down the stairs, grabbed a broom, and swept the entire house. Next, Jennie removes the dirty plates and cleans them in the kitchen sink. Plus, she removed the empty bottles and arranged the dining table. Also scrubbed the stains off the counter and finally mopped the floors.

"I need to take a bath, these messes wearied me out," Jennie stated when she had finished cleaning the entire house.

She felt worn out and sleepy, comparable to having her soul ripped out of her body. Jennie entered the room, took off her Gucci woven leather boots, shearling coat, and the rest of the clothes off her body. She walks barefooted in the bathroom. There were more bloodstains on the shower glass. Except that the bathroom seems neat, and the tub was half-filled with rose petals water. Including her preferred products, Mario Badescu, Origins, L' Lavender, and Sake Bath, were next to the bathtub.

Jennie smirked, "All those messes happened because of me," she told herself, glancing at the lovely candles and roses around the tub.

Jennie took the heater and reheated the water. She lights the candles, and when the water got hot, she turns on the player and off the light. Placing her legs in the water, she slid her body into the tub. Shutting her eyes, Jennie felt fortunate and guilty that Jackson is her husband.

Jackson stops his car in front of his house, and Julie gets out before shutting the door. She smiled at him while Jackson turned off the engine and got out of the vehicle. They gazed at each other and burst out into laughter.

"I had the most excellent time tonight, and Steven is interestingly strange, do not give him confidence by informing him, regarding what I said,"  Julie told Jackson, twisting her hair as though she was dreaming about the time she spent with Steven.

"Believe me. Julie, you do not understand how accurate you are. It's still our secret," he told her.

The air was freezing, and they could see their breath. 

"Since I have your assurance, I better take my leave. I appreciate tonight, thank you!" Julie told him and shyly walked away.

Jackson watched her until she entered her house next door. Then he went into his home and locked the door behind him.

Jackson realized the lights were on, and there was a sound of music coming from their bedroom. He ran upstairs, opened his room door, and entered it, leaving it close behind him. He noticed a female clothes folder on the bed and shoes by the side of the bed. Also, a Chanel "Diamond Forever" handbag on the table.

"Jennie!" Jackson thought, speeding into the bathroom and froze. There she was, laying in the tub covered in bubbles and wearing her shower cap.

"You hate getting your hair wet," he said in a whisper.

Jennie opens her eyes and tears roll down her chin. She turned her head and stared at her husband and laughed, "there you are, hubby. Do you need an invitation to get in?" As she spoke to him, Jackson sensed a rush of sensation coursing through his veins.

He chuckled and said, "Never, you do not have to tell me twice."

He nearly undressed when she asked him, "where have you been, you reek with alcohol!"

Jennie feels like she's about to burst out in tears. Her husband is right before her eyes. She can hold, touch, and kiss him. Jennie could not count the number of times she craved to smell his scent and wrapped her hand around Jackson's waist. Jennie stared at her man, and she instantly forgot countless times she cried herself to sleep or needed him to hug her to sleep. Her body did not feel tired now, compared to how worn it felt when she was waiting for her flight.

Jennie was at peace as she looked at Jackson. The night is beautiful to her, even though she is indoors. Yet, her mind is restless with pain, fear, lies, distrust, and hate running through her thoughts. What she pleaded for the most is for him not to notice how much she has changed.