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Two Sides of a Coin - Chapter 1

Pairing: James Wesley x Wife!Reader, Matthew Murdock x Wesley!Reader (eventually)

Summary: Married life isn’t always easy

Warnings: fluff, angst, attempted SA (not Wesley or Matthew), mentions of knife, mentions of alcohol, neglectful husband, no use of y/n, awkward spacing of paragraphs.

Word Count: 2849

A/N: Hello! The spacing came out super weird and is being difficult to fix :(. Also, I’m still trying to figure out tumblr so expect a master list eventually, hopefully soon. If someone has tips or can help guide me through links, creating master lists, etc, please DM me! Other than that, please enjoy lovelies <3!

The silence of the room was deafening. It had never bothered you before, it was a normal occurrence for the home you shared with your husband to be empty and cold. You were both very busy people, your husband even more so as he was at beck and call for his boss, but with the distance between you growing and the house having a colder atmosphere, it pained you with each step you took towards the bedroom you shared but now felt more like yours. The sheets which you had left astray across the bed still remained, an indication that your husband had not returned home this morning as his pet peeve was leaving the bed unmade.

It would be a lie to say you were surprised and not disappointed in the lack of his presence within the apartment which now felt like a skeletal remeanant. It was a common occurrence, one you hoped would have changed by the time you had been a couple years married. Something that was full of love and blissful moments turning into fleeting glances and few conversations save for the ‘working late’ texts you would receive more often than you would have liked. It was unfortunately something that you had gotten quite used to, a pattern in your daily life.

Laying your bag down, you stripped yourself of your city stained clothes as you headed into the bathroom. The entire apartment was decorated in sleek whites and charcoal blacks with a few details here and there of your own personal touch (pictures lining the hallway, pink cutlery and kitchen amentries, colorful towels, bathmats, and sheets). You had always been taught color showed a warm and inviting home, it was a sharp contrast from the neutral tones your husband preferred and it took weeks of persuading and begging for him to finally relent and give in to you.

You left a trail of clothes on the marble tiled flooring leading to the bathroom as you shed your clothes. It wasn’t like there would be anyone home to care about the mess while you were in the shower after a long day in the office. The steam that filled the bathroom and escaped into the bedroom allowed your muscles to relax from their taut state they had been in for the long work hours after you read case after case and sat through every lengthy client meeting with your bosses at Donovan and Partners, specifically Benjamin Donovan. It wasn’t honest work, you knew little of what work was actually being done by your boss or even your husband, but you weren’t stupid. It was criminal whatever was involved.

Letting the hot water cascade down your body as you push the wet strands of hair out of your face as you let the water warm your body. After bathing and changing into softer and more comfortable clothes to lounge around in, you picked up the mess left behind from moments earlier. Throwing the worn clothes into the mesh hamper you moved back into the living room to turn the TV on for some white noise as you prepared your food for the night. Normally, you would stop somewhere to get dinner, preferably Chinese, as you were too spent from your day to have the energy to cook something, so the fridge would rarely be stocked with ingredients to make your own food. Your husband had been insist on getting a chef, the less you both would have to worry about upon arriving home (if he ever did) but you fought tooth and nail against it. If you couldn’t do the mundane task of feeding and cooking for yourself, you felt like you would turn into one of those snobby, entitled rich women you see on tv, and you were never one to care for the more lavish things in life.

Whether it was the background noise of the TV or you simply being lost in your thoughts as you made a simple pasta dish for the night, you were oblivious to the sound of the door opening and closing, the the soft thump of a briefcase set on the minimalistic table that stood next to the door. Turning around as you moved to drain the pasta water- after reserving some for the cheesy sauce to add into- you had fortunately caught yourself before you had dropped the pan onto the floor and unavoidably your bare feet.

“Jesus, James!” You gasp out, setting the pan down on the stove before grasping onto your clothed chest where your heart laid. “Don’t scare me like that!”

Your obvious startled state drew an affectionate grin from your husband as he crossed the floor to bring you into his arms and placed his lips to the top of your head in a kiss. Scaring you had obviously amused him.

“I didn’t think I was being so quiet.” He spoke into your hair before pulling away and softly pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. “I’m sorry I frightened you.”

You huff quietly, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout at his mocking tone when he moved away from you to investigate what you had been making before he interrupted. Your eyes follow him as he moves, leaning his head over the pan to get a glimpse of the alfredo sauce that rested there, glasses fogging up from the steam released by the sauce which pulled a small laugh from you.

“What are you doing home so early? I thought you said you were working late again?” Wrapping your arms around him from behind you rest your chin atop his shoulder, forcing you to stand on your tippy toes.

“Work finished much smoother than I anticipated.” Came his vague response as he grabbed the wooden spoon and stirred the penne noodles into the sauce.

You hum, softly kissing his suit clad shoulder before moving away from him and hopping onto the counter of the middle island. It was strange to be in the same space as him in such a domestic light when you would rarely see him outside of his work, being his boss’ lap dog and all.

“I thought we agreed to stop sitting on the counter space?” He voiced, tearing your eyes from his back to his face.

Rolling your eyes you slide off, seeing a nod of approval from James as he turns the heat of the stove off and sets the spoon aside on the holder. He turns back to you with a soft smile, his hand reaching for yours and intertwining his fingers with yours, receiving a small squeeze from you.

“I’m going to shower then join you for dinner, hm?” You nodded as he spoke, reluctantly letting go of his hand as he made his way to the bedroom.

You made quick work of setting plates out and piling them full with the chicken alfredo you made, carefully getting two wine glasses out from the cabinet and looking for a good enough wine from the wine fridge installed under the counter. You were never one to care much about brands, ages, or types of wine as long as it was enjoyable, however marrying James meant you would be exposed to the luxury of fancy wines. Pulling out a bottle of Marcel ‘75 Brunello di Montalcino, you read the label before scrunching your nose at the name and placing it on the counter, uncorking and pouring the red liquid into the glasses.

Minutes later the table was set and James emerged from the bedroom, hair wet and in much comfier clothes than his usual suit and tie. Adorned with sweats and a simple white t-shirt he made his way to the table, his hand resting on your lower back and kissing your temple as he passed you to take his seat. You took your place opposite him with a small smile.

“I hope I picked a good wine, I can never remember the rules about wine.” You mentioned, scooting your chair closer towards the table and placing our napkin in your lap.

James picked up the bottle, turning it in his hands until the label came into his view before setting it down and giving you a soft smile.

“It’s a great choice… but it doesn’t quite suit the meal, my dear.” His voice held no tone of condescendence as he set the bottle back down. “But it’s fine. It doesn’t matter to me currently.”

“You are an awful liar.” You grumble, leaning back against your seat with a pout. “There’s too many rules for wine and food.”

He only laughs, his hand resting against the tabletop palm raised in a silent request for yours. You reluctantly grant his request as you lay your hand on top of his open palm. The annoyance and slight embarrassment of your mess up is evident in your features.

“It’s alright, I just wanted to spend time with my wife- right or wrong wine included.” He teases, fingers lacing with yours once more so you couldn’t pull away.

“There it is! I knew you would care!” You cried, earning an amused chuckle from the man sitting across from you.

“Please, just eat then we can watch a movie and cuddle either in bed or on the couch.” He bargained, his hand releasing yours in favor of picking up his fork.

“Fine. But I am picking the movie.”

Dinner passed in idle conversation, vague statements from James about his work and empty complaints from you over yours. It was a means to catch up from the lack of time visited with one another, it was easy to come by and easy to fall into what life was like before work had consumed you both. Now, you both laid on the dark leather couch as your head rested in his lap, his fingers running through your hair as you both paid little mind to whatever rom-com you had put on simply because of the actors that played in it.

You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, nor did you remember how you got from the couch into the bed and curled under the sheets. The daylight seeping from the floor to ceiling windows flooded the room, waking you up from your deep slumber to an empty and cold bed. It was to be expected really, but it was still disappointing nonetheless.

Slowly you hauled your body off the bed, stretching until you heard a small crack from your back telling you how stiff and tired your muscles are after sleeping throughout the night. You grabbed a white blouse, black blazer and pencil skirt from your closet paired with a pair of black heels and got dressed for the day. Your phone sat on the charger along with a post-it note sticking to the screen. ‘Called into work early, I’ll see you tonight. I love you. - J.W. P.S.- Make the bed before you leave.’

You couldn’t help but laugh as you took the note off your phone and read it before sticking it to the nightstand. You do as requested and make the bed prior to grabbing your phone and heading to the kitchen in order to grab a quick breakfast that includes a protein bar and hot black tea as a source of caffeine as coffee never suited your tastebuds, knowing there will be muffins at the office when you arrive you didn’t worry about eating much this early before heading out.

Making sure you lock the door and have all your things you head down to the parking garage where your car was stored. This was another topic that you had to fight your husband over in order to have a sense of humility and not have a driver take you everywhere. Besides, your 2015 Honda Civic which was affectionately named ‘Silva’ was badass.

The drive to your office was short and uneventful, much like your work day as you went into client meeting after client meeting. Between suing, scandals, and even more suing you were able to have an hour lunch which was 45 minutes spent in traffic. By the time you got back you were close to slamming your head into your desk. Thankfully, before your bad mood escalated to a more severe form you were able to clock out for the day.

By the time you left your office and made it to the parking garage the sun was setting. As normal as this occurrence was, what made it different this time was the amount of bodies littering each floor of the garage as the elevator stopped multiple times to let people in. As the elevator door opened to your level you quickly exited the elevator and made it to your car. The drive back home was quick, the traffic dissolving into a less jam packed version of what it was like at your lunch.

However, what made your day even more sour was the chime from your phone that indicated a text from your husband a couple hours later stating he wouldn’t make it home tonight. That was your last straw as you had planned out this elaborate meal that you both would be able to make together. It was your fault really, you knew better than to get your hopes up. So, with your plans foiled and in a sour mood at the turn of events for the evening you made the mistake of going out for take out. And an even worse mistake of walking to the Chinese food place a few blocks down.

Most of the walk was pleasant, it gave you a chance to decompress and clear your thoughts from the bitterness that you were previously exposed to. You got lost in your mind, not paying any attention to the body shadowing every turn and move you made. It was a simple mistake, you were so used to the safety of your daily pattern that you were bound to slip up somehow, somewhere.

As you turned the corner, just before reaching the door of the restaurant you felt a presence behind you and a sharp object poking through your coat and clothes just close enough to feel against your skin.

“Keep walking. Make a scene and I stab you.” The gruff voice huffed, his head turning slightly as his wild eyes looked around the street.

Immediately you nodded along, body tensing as you felt your heart rate begin to rise, adrenaline rushing through your veins from the fear and anxiety. You allowed the assailant to grab your arm, leading you past the door of your destination and further along the streets for a couple agonizing minutes and into an alley once the sidewalk began to get increasingly more deserted.

Perhaps you should have screamed, should have made some sort of scene that would scare the guy away, but instead you fell into obedience. It was something you would do often, you weren’t a fighter, you could barely stand the thought of someone yelling at you before bursting into tears from the sheer feeling it gave you. Maybe that’s why you were so quick to oblige to this stranger.

As he hauled you into the dimly lit alley, he carelessly threw your body towards the brick wall. His eyes ran from your head to your toes then back up again, too slow for your liking as you tried to shrink against the brick wall.

“Strip.” He barked out his command, knife still in hand but not moving.

“Please, don’t do this.” Your voice trembled although you willed it not you, your arms wrapped around yourself for some sort of protection.

“I said-” he thrusted the knife into the air dangerously close to the skin of your neck, grabbing your hair and pulling you towards him, “strip.”

You let out a choked sob, your eyes and throat burning from shame and the sheer fear that caused you to obey this man. Your tears only seemed to spur him on; however, quickly getting tired of your shaking fingers slipping on the buttons of your blouse as you tried your best to unbutton them resulted in him sticking the knife into your clothing before dragging it down and cutting the fabric down the middle.

Fortunately he couldn’t get further in his attempt as he was thrown back against the adjacent wall. Unable to stand any longer, your knees buckled under you as you fell to the floor with a burning sensation as your knees skid against the pavement. You couldn’t focus, not hearing the voices of your assailant nor your savior, not on the crunching of bone or the impact of a fist against flesh. Everything was drowned by the sounds of you sobbing, the feeling of your trembling body and your running thoughts. You were only dragged out of your hyperventilating state as you saw a blurry dark figure crouch down a couple feet from you, head tilted as his voice traveled to your ears over the pounding of your heart in your ears.

“Did he hurt you, Miss?”

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