For Now.... Forever

Ch-3

Truth behind cold face

Beneath every strong, independent woman lies a broken little girl who had to learn how to get back up and to never depend on anyone.

-unknown

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At Florencé corporation
In Costa Rica.

Esther point of view-

I massage my temples as it's hurting like hell. My desk is full of paper and even thr floor is shattered with papers.

My laptop screen is still on in front of me, shining like torch in my office, it is already past evening.

But my work is still dancing on my head, as result my head is hurting like hell.

Trying to funny? I know it's not but that's like how try to encourage my broken soul.

Yes, for everyone I'm the woman who don't care what others think, a cold and aloof and not even single sentence release from mouth with a curse word.

So, I am just a lady with no flaw for world.

I'm glad no one can see the sorrow behind my cold face.
Means I ac

t pretty well.

It's an act.

I'm going to leave my work for Tomorrow.

...............

I park my car in my private lot and I start admiring my mansion. Correction, not admiring telling how it's been these past years.

I'm still rich but not that much. I abdicate from mafia. Whenever I tried to kill someone I was remind by my soul how much cruel I am after he left.

I left my lawyer job also. Whenever I fight for any justice case. I can't. I was again reminded by my soul that I can't even do justice to own husband how will I do justice to others?

Yeah, like this I've broke like this in these past years.

I entered in my mansion with deeply zoned in my sadness.

My mansion is all covered with darkness from inside and outside. If you will see at it in one glance. You will say beautiful mansion but deadly scary.

All my lounge, rooms every corner only darkness is almighty like my inner self which only surrounded by darkness after he left and took his lightness from my soul.

Yeah, that's like how he broke me. It was ages when I have said 'love had made me', but now I only know 'love had broke me' at the last.

Everything is silent except echoing of my clicks of heels.

I collapse on floor and smitten my legs to chest  and crying with the thoughts that, There is no one to console me when I'm crying except by myself, there is no one to take my hand and took me out from this darkness except by myself.

Now I don't believe in love. For me the definition of love is No matter how much you are loved by someone, at last it will broke like you are just useless shit.

Now I'm just trying to be selfish to think just about myself. I'm cold because I like that way.

I know it's pretty bad but atleast no one will have power to break me again like this,not even  Lucas Carter.