Broken Hearts and Broken Lives - A Maxerica Fanfiction

Chapter Eighteen

Hellooooooo this is a relatively short chapter and it's sorta a cliffhanger but I haven't finished Maxon's P.O.V. yet so I'll do that by Sunday. I haven't gotten much work from school yet but I'll probably be updating less and less as the school year goes on.

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PrincessAmericaSchreave

Maxon P.O.V.

If only she knew, what I had done, two things that would change her life. Then again, I would only tell her one, how our fourth child, our little sunshine, that we didn't even know had existed yet was no longer living, the doctor said he didn't even need to run tests to know, it was quite obvious with the cuts on her stomach. I had cried for hours that day but had had to stay strong for my kids, for my family.

And the second thing... Her coma, yes it was only two weeks but I felt lost without her, I needed guidance and well, I didn't have any, I let myself fall for the enemy.

Michelle.

"Agh," I sigh and drop my pen. I had been signing papers for hours and I felt tired, empty, and stressed. I decided I needed a pick-me-up and told my mother to watch the kids for the night.

"Here we go," I open a secret cabinet in my office and pull out a nice looking bottle of alcohol, I down it in sips, every sip for every mistake. America my darling, she had been asleep for a week and Dr. Ashler wasn't sure when she would wake up, oh how I missed America.

"Hello your majesty," A lady around my age in regular clothes enters and curtsies

"You may rise, who are you?" I ask, standing up and trying to hide the half drunk bottle of alcohol.

"Michelle, a maid's daughter, but that's not the point, I just broke up with my boyfriend and- well I just need someone," she starts to cry at the end and I feel bad, I offer her something that I regret, my bottle.

"I don't need that when I have you," she whispers seductively into my ear before dragging me down the halls to my bedroom, I need America but.....

"I'm so sorry America," I whisper before opening my door for me and Michelle.

"Get over here," Michelle says, sitting on my bed and taking off her flowy dress to reveal well, a revealing outfit, she looks um, sexy?

"Alright, if you insist," I say back, looking her up and down before pinning her down to the bed, I don't think about anything as all my stress goes away.

"What if America catches us," Michelle whispers a couple of hours later as we come back from the kitchen to get a drink, she's wearing one of my shirts and some shorts while I'm just wearing some random shorts and a sweatshirt.

"Don't worry," I whisper seductively back before pinning her against the wall next to my bedroom, dropping both of our water glasses as my lips trail up and down her neck, biting a soft spot before she moans.

"Maxon," she moans again before opening the door and closing it, taking off the shirt and shorts to reveal her bare body. I match her and we jump on to the bed, as I forget about America.

The bed shifts the next morning and I open my eyes to find my door closing? Who could that be in my room? America?-No. Nonononono, Michelle, oh what have I done? America is going to kill me when she finds out unless. No, she will not find out.

"Maxon, sit down," someone commands as they open my office door, I put down my pen to find Marlee staring daggers at me.

"What?" I sigh