Life was whizzing by. By the time Annabelle was eight months old, divorce proceedings were well on their way. I had my mother on board to look after Annabelle while I attended meetings with the solicitor and organized court hearings. Idealistically, I was to inherit half of everything that Graeme owned. Then, as usual, Graeme had to throw the spanner in the works.
At eleven o'clock at night, I had a phone call. It was Graeme.
"Charlotte."
"Graeme, what do you want? The solicitor told me not to contact you."
"Candice is pregnant." I nearly choked on my tea.
"I don't know what you want me to say."
"I don't know either." His voice cracked on the last syllable. There was a silence, and a crackle of static.
"We're engaged."
"Oh."
As if on cue, Annabelle began to scream. "I'm sorry, Graeme, I have to go. Annabelle needs a feed."
"Charlotte?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry." The call ended.
I sat down heavily, placing the phone down.
No matter how much I hated Graeme, Annabelle was his daughter. She was always going to have his fiery hair, and his blue eyes. She was always going to be half of him.
It was time to come clean.
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Self-Discovery
Historia CortaCharlotte and Graeme have been trying for a baby for years, yet, when the time comes, Graeme's affair with an American model is exposed, and left on her own, Charlotte begins to question herself. Will her journey of self-discovery take her anywhere...
