Wife of fortune

Chapter 32

I got on a plane early in the morning, I left alone, I actually told everyone I was leaving after lunch but I couldn't bring myself to look at Grayson. Not because I was angry, because it fucking hurt. It hurt to leave all this behind. But it also hurt to stay and try without even knowing if there would be an outcome.

So I got on a plane and after 4 hours I landed in Sicily. I took a cab to the nice big house my grandfather lived in and I unlocked the doors. The place looked just like 10 years ago. But everything was clean, someone clearly came here to keep up this house.

I put down my bags and walked upstairs to look at my childhood bedroom. The walls were still pink, the bedding of fairy's that was my favourite. A wooden dollhouse my grandfather made for me. And lots and lots of toys. I walked in and sat on the bed. The bed was facing a window right to the beach.

I remember when I was 6, I used to sit here by the window at night and watch stars with my Grandfather and he would always tell me that you have to find the brightest star and when you do, you have to shut your eyes and make a wish as big as that star and it will come true.

I actually still don't understand why my parents kept me away from my grandfather, yes he was involved in many bad business but he was great to us. And sitting in this bedroom I kinda miss him.

I took my favourite bear from the bed and carried to the master bedroom which was my grandfathers bedroom. I put the bear down on the bed and walked to open the balcony letting the fresh beach breeze blow in my hair as I walked out and leaned against the railing.

Just in June I was sitting at home making plans for my summer and now it's September and I've gotten married and divorced, I'm expecting a child, my mother tried to kill me, I shot my mother and I killed a man.

I killed a man. For a man.

Tears slide down my cheeks without me even noticing that they've come up in my eyes. My heart feels like it's been ripped out of my chest and once again I feel homesick. But where even is home?

I walk back inside as it looks like a storm is approaching and get to unpack my things.

GRAYSON

"She already left?" Bella is asking as she walks inside the house.

"Yes, early in the morning" Cole says. I don't feel like talking.

"So that's it?" Bella says looking around the room "Thanks you all for these four months" she says sarcastically.

"Really people?" She says as no one answers to her so she twist around and leaves the house.

"I'm gonna go pack" Malika says and gets up from the couch and also leaves.

I'm sitting by the kitchen island, I've signed the documents Kate brought me. All but one. I'm staring at the divorce papers for hours. And I can't sign them. I've read over them many times.

It doesn't feel right, and even after all this she hasn't asked for a single penny in the divorce papers, everything is mine. I shove the papers all in one pile and take them up to the bedroom.

I throw the papers in the air and they scatter all over the room. I was waiting for this day since June when al this will be over. But now I'm ready to give everything up just to make it right with her.

I don't know how to go forward with her. But I want her to be happy so I don't want to bother her. So as much as this hurts I'm giving her the space that she needs. But after my second sleepless night I know I'm not giving up.

She's the one. I know she is, I've know for a very long time. I hadn't wanted to admit it, but she is. She's everything I want and so much more.

Every time I close my eyes I see her big green eyes and her brown hair, that smile that rarely leaves her face. Her soft skin that I'm aching so hard to touch. Her scent. Which is vanilla but also home. She's the fifth thought in my head when I wake up and last one before I go to bed. And there's not a time in the day I'm not thinking about her, what she's doing, how's she's feeling.