Pam's Wedding

Pam

Five Years Later

I was so nervous about this meeting. I thought him selling his townhouse meant he was coming home. I had given him his space and maybe he was ready to come home. I loved him so much. I wanted our family. I wanted to make this work. Why was he pushing me away? Why didn't he want me? I felt secure in life, but also thrilled and fulfilled by this man. Victor was a young flamboyant prince when I met him and now he was this handsome King. He was the ruler of my life, and I had no problem obeying his laws. I was just going to let him know, how much he meant to me. I wanted to tell him that we needed to stay together.

I stepped onto the elevator in the parking garage. I could feel little butterflies in my stomach as I rode to his floor. Something was so off. Maybe I should let Victor go. He had been trying to run away for years. Who was I kidding? I couldn't compete with those young dumb ass girls. I was too old for him. I had my girls. My dream home, and everything he promised me he had given me times 10.

I stepped off the elevator and entered the main lobby of the Monroe Law Group. I was so proud of Victor. He was born with so many strikes against him and here I was standing in his dream. A dream that I helped him achieve. Why couldn't he see that I was the only woman in his life that didn't want something from him? I was a good wife. I was a good mother. Why couldn't he come home every night and eat my cooking? Why was I left alone answering Summer and Amber's question about why he didn't love them.

"Good morning Mrs." His receptionist stopped herself and smiled at me warmly. "How have you been?" she asked. Her words were sweet and sounded warm. But they cut across my skin like a million razors. They hit hard like a mull kick to the gut. I smiled at her.

"I'm Mrs. Monroe, Victor Monroe's wife." I said walking into his office unannounced. He was sitting at his desk with his head in his hand. He looked as if, no, I knew something was wrong.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked him sitting at his desk.

"Nothing. Do you wanna go to dinner tonight?" he asked in a very dry matter of fact tone. I was totally shocked. I couldn't speak, I was not expecting that from this conversation.

"Yeah. But you haven't been home in two weeks Victor. That's not okay." I said tearing up. I was mad but very relieved. A tear ran down my face. Shit, I spent an hour on this foundation.

"I know, I've been so busy. I've been swamped. I been sleeping here most nights." He said dryly. I took a deep breath. He was lying. I knew he was lying and I contemplated why was I sitting here allowing him to disrespect me. Everyone loved me and it was the one person I loved the most constantly treating me like shit. I nodded at him as my phone rang. I stood to answer it.

It was Romanda. She sounded kind of groggy. She was about due and I'm glad she called me. I had been waiting since the 70's to see what her and Xavier's children would look like.

"Baby you okay? Are the babies fine?" I asked her nervously. Victor yawned.

"Yeah we're fine. I want to see you though. I'm in labor. I just woke up from my nap." She said.

"Okay. I'm on my way." I said sweetly. I guess it was my lucky day. Victor was coming home, the babies were coming, and I wasn't dumped. "Baby, I'm going to run. Romanda's in labor. A family dinner would be nice. You, me, and the girls. I would really love that." I said as I put my purse in the fold of my arm.

He kissed me sweetly on the lips. I took in a deep breath of him. He was covered in Volupte perfume. It was louder than his own cologne.

"Let me walk you out." He said holding onto my waist.

As we walked I felt 15. He was the one for me. This thing was going to work. I walked and observed the faces of his employees. They all looked at me but quickly looked away. They all did the exact same thing until we made it to the elevators.