I scream into my pillow, thankful for Joseph being with Ethan. Why the fuck did I get so lucky to fall in love with a fucking millionaire and why did he fall in love with me. I'm just a stupid girl who taught dance for a living. I just wanted to help people embrace their passions, not fall in love and let my walls down.
HE had no right coming into my life and make it a total mess. If I hadn't met him, I wouldn't have Joseph. I didn't think I could ever love anyone, especially not a man. But when I met Ethan, my walls disappeared and I fell in love. Welcoming Joseph into my life showed me that loving someone more than yourself is possible. I would die for my son, and there's no one who can hurt him without the consequences.
When did everything get so fucking complicated.
I stopped screaming into my pillow and got up, I need to clean my apartment and actually do work. After I married Ethan, I got a psychology degree and I finally go to use it. I work mostly with children to teen trauma, as that was the toughest time for me. I haven't talked to my family in years for that specific reason. Some days it does hurt knowing that I didn't have the backbone of a healthy family, but it shaped me into the person that I am today.
I get up and begin to tidy up my living room with the messed up chair and tables, still confused as to what happened there. I'll have to ask Ethan when he drops off Joseph because that's really suspicious. As I finish cleaning up I hear a knock on my door and I hear my son's voice on the other side of the door giggling.
I open it and he runs in hugging my legs.
"Mommy I had Dairy Queen again!" he giggles and runs off to his room.
I shake my head, that boy loves that place way too much.
"Safely delivered, goodbye London," Ethan turns to leave and I speak up.
"Do you know what happened to my apartment?" I ask him coldly.
"No idea wasn't me or my men," he shrugs and looks around.
"Okay, thank you for hanging out with Joseph, I'll let the school know about you and you can pick him up from school Friday if you want," I say.
"Okay, thank you. Have a good night London," he says coldly and walks away. This is what you wanted, but why does it hurt? I shut the door behind him and shake my head. Stop torturing yourself over this.
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Take It From Me
RomanceI wasn't a quitter. Or a runner for that matter. But when it comes down to the safety of my family. I'm willing to sprint away and hide, while protecting everyone I love even if I'm hurting meanwhile. I was protecting my family, even if it meant pu...
