Let's spend this life together

Find out the truth about me

It's been about a couple of weeks since Melissa apologized to Less. Less was getting bigger and tired even faster. Melissa was now her driver. The girl herself volunteered and insisted on this decision. Laurent didn't fully trust Melissa yet, but Less began to feel unwell more and more often, and if someone was constantly watching her, he would be calmer.

The life of all four took on a calm everyday rhythm.

Until another drama knocked on their door.

It was John's birthday, and quite by accident Jessica ended up in New York a couple of days before him. Melissa stared at the ex-girlfriend standing in front of her, not quite believing that she was seeing her.

- What are you doing here?

- How is that? John's birthday! We've been friends for so many years, so it will be strange if I'm in town and not at his party!

- Do you know what Laurent will do to you if she sees you? Sorry, I need to getaway. - Melissa quickly left without looking back at the dumbfounded Jessica. Melissa took out her phone and dialed Larry's number.

- Hey. Hi. Better if Laurent and Lissa don't come to John. Why? Because Jessica is here! I do not know! No, I didn't call her! And I don't even talk to her. Try to keep our parents-to-be at home, or at least only daddy comes! Yes, see you later.

Laurent succumbed to Larry's persuasion and for another 30 minutes persuaded his wife not to go anywhere. Tea with chamomile helped, which Larry very cunningly slipped Lissa under the arm. In the past few days, chamomile tea has almost instantly put the expectant mother into a fairly sound sleep. Laurent did not approve of such an act at all, but Lissa calmed down and fell asleep, and when he wanted to hug her before leaving, he hissed angrily so that he would not interfere with her sleep. So one time he could come to terms with the deception.

And then he fought off Jessica all evening. She was everywhere, Laurent was close to panic and escape.

Larry decided to save his brother, he told John that it was time for them and, taking Laurent, quickly disappeared out the door.

Two days later, Laurent was close to death.

At Laurent's home, there was a small party for their friends in honor of the birth of children. And almost at the very end of the evening, someone knocked on the door, but no one paid attention.

Alessandra dropped her glass of orange juice as she looked at the man who had just entered. The twins also looked at him and did not quite understand what was happening. They especially did not understand why Lissa's four brothers stood between her and this man, completely covering their little and pregnant sisters. The twins stepped forward, gradually succumbing to the aura of the Lissa brothers.

- Who are you? Laurent asked, nodding contemptuously.

- I'm Adam. Lissa's ex-husband. I came to congratulate and take what is mine

- Yours? - Larry was surprised

- In my opinion, nothing of yours is here - continued Laurent

- That pregnant brat over there, she's mine. She must serve me ... - he did not have time for anything else, because Laurent grabbed his throat and nailed him to the wall. He grabbed Adam's shirt collar and shook his hands so that the man hit his head hard. And when Adam decided to open his mouth again, he hit him. He beat him so hard that no one could stop him. Larry was busy taking Lissa to the bedroom because she felt bad. Larry returned to the room just as Laurent pushed Andrian, Lissa's oldest brother, away from him with tremendous force.

Larry found himself behind Laurent in one movement and pulled him roughly by the hair. Laurent dropped in an instant and sank limply into a chair. Brothers Lissa in a couple of minutes brought Adam to his senses and made him leave.

There was a heavy silence in the room, no one knew where to start talking and whether it was worth it. And most importantly, everyone was scared to go into Lissa's bedroom, although Larry assured her that she was almost normal.

- Alessandro, come on. No one can handle Liska better than you. - Andre ordered, being the head of the family. Alessandro nodded in agreement and went to his sister.

Laurent was still out of order. He hadn't been so angry for a long time.

- It's you? - Laurent nodded to Melissa.

- No! How could you think that? I love your wife! I like her a lot ... But I guess I know who did it ...

- Damn ... We must kill this bitch!

- Laurent, Lissa needs you here, not in prison! Your wife and children need you.

- What did he do that you protected her from him so? - finally, Laurent said the main question of the evening.

-He... broke her. She used to be different. Not such a ... strong and independent person. Not so selfish, thinking only of herself. After marriage with him and before meeting you ... She was ... Not herself. We haven't seen my sister for almost three years, only heard from different angles about her growing business and the increasing number of sexual partners. Lissa was so broken it couldn't even be described. He beat her, took her down the stairs, and the sister lost the child. She did not call us, did not ask for help, because we were against her marriage. We ended up taking this bastard into the family. And then our baby was afraid to tell us about her problems, about the cruel attitude towards her, about her humiliation. Understand? Andre blamed himself. He even stopped communicating with Lissa because he blamed himself so much. - Marco said quietly, not looking at anyone. For him, this story was also too hard. For any of them. They loved their sister too much. - She was so sunny and joyful, open to the whole world. And Adam ruined it all. That's why we took you so seriously. We don't want repetition.

- Laurent, Lissa wants to see you - said Alessandro entering the room to the others.

Laurent timidly entered the bedroom. She's so fragile, lying on a big bed under a big blanket

- Hey ... Baby, my love - Laurent muttered kissing Lissa's shoulder - How are you?

- He reminded me... of that period... when I found out that I could no longer have children. Because he pushed me and I fell down the stairs. Once upon a time I dreamed of a big family ... and then ... in a couple of minutes this dream died. Laurent, I haven't been myself for three years. For three years I drank, fucked, and did god knows what. Alessandro found me. The brothers sent him to talk to me. Because I wouldn't listen to anyone else.

- I love you. Whatever past you have. It does not matter. Does not matter. I will love you, anyone. You and the kids are all that matter to me.

- And for me.