I Trusted You

Chapter 112.

Jasleena

Lucky? Blessed? Most definitely. It had been a week since everything went down. And I couldn’t be more grateful to have Luka. To have the support system that we had. The family we had, the friends, everything. The witches got what they deserved and everything was taken off of the internet. I was so happy it was all taken down. I knew people still knew and I still got random text from random numbers. But who cares? Right? It hurt, all of it honestly. But I couldn’t grow if I held on. They got their punishment. I ignored all messages. Luka asked me if I’d like to change my number but I told him no. I wasn’t going to change anything over them. Unfortunate things happen in life. It would make me stronger.

But overall I couldn’t be more happy. I’ve noticed that in my life nothing was ever easy. Nothing was ever handed to me on a silver platter. Help and support? I did have that. I had an amazing family and support system but I strived to be greater. I pushed to leave home. To start a new life elsewhere. Never did I think I’d meet a man like Luka in the midst of what I thought was the worst things of life. But never did I think I would go through everything I did. Neither did I think Luka would be there the entire time. He could’ve left. Many times he could’ve chosen to think for himself and himself only. But he didn’t. He chose me. He chose us. And even after everything with Lila’s birth. He still chose me. He still wanted to be with me. Even if that meant he wouldn’t have another biological kid. He knew all the risks and he still chose me. No matter how my moods changed when I hit rock bottom, Luka remained my light. He didn’t give up on me, not once. He gave me some space when he knew I truly wanted to be alone. But he was still present so whenever I decided I was ok enough to reach out. He was literally Mr. Perfect. I might not be able to give him any more biological children, but maybe just maybe we can adopt one or two. I know he said we could do so, but we didn’t know what life would hang us. I know we could still have the family we always wanted or maybe just the little one we had then. Maybe just maybe we would still get married and spend the rest of life together. No matter what would be thrown our direction. Because if he could always choose me, the broken girl, why wouldn’t I forever choose him? A man that loved every inch of me. Every good thing and every flaw. One who never gave up even when things were off.