Money can't please her in bed

Chapter 29

I pack my bags, tucked my documents inside my hang luggage, and exited Mary's guest bedroom. Mary was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The scent filled my nostrils. I stopped for a quick second to enjoy the smell of her cooking. I was unsure of when I was going to ever smell her cooking again. Life is unexpected and change is constant. Mary and I were getting older by the days and one day we will depart from this earth. I have no idea whose number would be called first but the thought of this broke my heart. I felt overwhelmed, I didn't know if I would ever see my darling friend again. I didn't know if I was ever going to see her unique facial expressions again.

I walk over to my friend and hugged her ever so tightly. I sniffed her clothing, I lock her scent away in my brain.

"Mary Mary!" I said. My emotions took me over.

She didn't respond, all she managed to do was lean her head against mine. Her face was damp and I knew she wasn't sweating. She was crying.

"May don't cry!"

"Hug your friend and trust that life will bring us back together"

"I love you my darling friend, sister, mentor, confidant"

Mary hugged me and we both broke down in tears. We cried loudly and hugged each other.

"Take care of yourself Darla"

"Promise me you will" Mary cried

I nodded, walked outside, and entered my van. I wanted Mary to be at the airport with me but she refused, she asked her husband to take me instead. She said she couldn't face it and I understood perfectly well.

There were two things I was very sure of:

one, I did not want a life with Kevin for he seems to be more into this luxurious lifestyle than me, and two, I was not going to sit around and wait on Paul to love and appreciate me. Paul was never going to be mine alone again and if Paul could not be mine alone then I didn't want him anymore.

As I stand in the Montego Bay airport, awaiting my flight to the UK I look back at what I have lost and look forward to what I am to gain. I welcome this new journey of my life with open-mindedness.

The divorce papers I had served Paul 2 weeks ago came back in the mail at Mary's house two days ago. I opened them nervously to see that they were signed. Apart from me will always love Paul, he was a part of my life for 30 years but a part of me felt relieved, I truly deserve better. Attach to the document was a cheque of 12 million dollars and a letter written to me by Paul who I can now freely address as my ex-husband.

The letter wrote:

My dearest Darla,

I am deeply sorry for the hurt I have caused you. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me. At the time I did not know I was hurting you, I thought I was just enjoying all life had to offer me as a man. Looking back, I do not regret the affair because I have gained two wonderful children from it but Darla, I do regret hurting you. Live life to the fullest my darling, you deserve it.

I'll always love you, Paul

I took one last look through the doors of the airport before I walked confidently to the check in area to board my flight.

"It was a bad experience, not a bad life" I mumbled to myself and smiled.

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