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Chapter 92

Billie: I sat in a chair in the waiting room and tried to breathe calmly. I know I was rude to Charlie. But that was just out of jealousy... I would never have wished for something horrible like this or something bad happen to him. No, on the contrary... since I saw Charlie & Adie for the first time together, I knew deep down that he was the right one for her. Her smile on her face when he was there... the way he made her laugh... the way he protected her... Adie loved everything about him... I knew that he would protect her like a lion and never allow anyone to hurt her. He even had protected her from myself... Even if I didn't understand it back then, today I know that I did hurt Adie a lot. 12 years ago and 2 years ago again... But he was there and saved her. I will be forever grateful to him for what he did for her. My thoughts circled back and forth like a wild roller coaster when suddenly I heard a lovely sweet voice... it was the voice of the most wonderful woman in the world... She had so much power over my heart that it was almost scary. "Maria? Maria!!" I heard her calling in the hallway. I got up and followed the gentle voice that sounded like a beautiful melody in my ears... She stood there at the other end of the hall and looked down the stairs. Charlie's mum had just left and seemed to have run past her. Was it possible to fall in love with a woman over and over again? She wore a typical beautiful black outfit. Very simple, just a t-shirt and jeans and black boots and looked like a princess, my princess. Her beautiful dreadlocks that I loved have become even longer and almost reached to her ass. My eyes shone with joy, my lips formed a happy smile when I saw her. I did not notice my feet moving forward step by step. I had no control, it was as if my body was screaming at me to run into her arms to be happy again. How did this woman manage to awaken so much love in me again and again without saying a word, without looking at me. As I got closer, I noticed one thing. A little thing that made me freeze like a stone. I looked at her hand, her beautiful dark red painted fingernails and something else... She wore a silver wedding ring on her left hand...