DESTINY | Kylian Mbappè

Chapter 16

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Taylor Swift - Cruel Summer

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It's been a month since l broke off the engagement with Jarad and got back together with Kylian. We agreed that we were going to take things slowly so it would really work but that wasn't the case at all , the following week l moved in his apartment.

I  collected my things from Jarad's apartment, folded and packed the clothes I had laid in his chest of drawers.I didn't feel desolate or overwhelmed, or any of the things you should feel when you split apart a love of two years. I felt quite calm, and a bit sad mostly guilty – the fact is that I didn't feel the things I probably should. I had sent him two text messages, to say I was really, really sorry and that I hoped he would do well in his life. But he didn't reply.

However getting back with Kylian wasn't that easy.We have baggage from the past -memories of betrayal and broken trust .

''Will l regret this?''

This is the question that roamed inside my head when l got back together with him.Footballers are known to be cheaters and most in this profession leave their girlfriends for supermodels and in the past - but Kylian  swore he is going to be different and he is not going to repeat the same mistake from the past.  I have to be able to let it be in the past. Now that we are back together ,l shouldn't rake up the past ,we are starting anew ,afresh.

We are embarking on a journey of rediscovery,a chance to rebuild what we thought was lost forever two years ago. It won't be easy; we know there are going to be challenges and obstacles along the way. But our love, now matured and strengthened by time apart, would give us the strength to face anything that comes our way. The two years of separation has only intensified our appreciation for one another, reminding us both of the rare love we have.

The alarm clock buzz loudly, filling the room with its persistent sound. The first rays of sunlight peeks through the curtains, I groggily reach over to silence the alarm. Today is an important work day, filled with meetings, court appearances, and endless paperwork. Also
today is one those mornings that l despise.There's nothing that l despise more than waking up not having Kylian beside me to snuggle.

With a deep breath, I swing my feet over the edge of the bed and settle into a seating position. I take a moment to collect my thoughts, setting my intentions for the day. I remind myself of the responsibility l have to my clients—a duty to seek justice, protect their rights, and make a positive impact on their lives.Speaking of my clients,l remember today l have a meeting with Kylian regarding his transfer to Real Madrid that is still in the process.

As l rose from the bed, I stretched my arms above my head .I step into a refreshing shower, the warm water cascading down my body, washing away any remnants of sleepiness.

I dress in a Italy custom made black suit.The main motive of my work outfit is to convey professionalism, confidence, and elegance -the qualities befitting a successful lawyer. With a final adjustment of my tie.I slip on my comfortable yet professional heels, l imagine myself walking into the courtroom with poise. I review my final appearance into the mirror.My outfit came out just like l've imagined it would .Satisfied, l moved onto my next task.

I gather my belonging ,a sturdy leather briefcase containing the necessary legal documents, a notebook, and a pen. The last file that l tuck in my briefcase is written REAL MADRID TRANSFER .My heart pounds.
We haven't talk about this together.Kylian will leave for Madrid soon ,what will this mean for us.Kylian has never mention anything about it.

The only thing we have talked about is our trip to Madrid for the negotiations in few days.Sometimes I find myself asking myself questions, what will happen between us when Kylian moves to Spain and I stay behind in Paris ? Will we try long distance? What if he meets a Spanish girl there? I bury these questions deep inside because I lack the guts to ask him about this or l'll just let myself wait ,wait until he brings it up.