After Cleo loses her parents by the age of 18 she moves into her best friend's house. The day April decides to move to Australia for a new job, Cleo chooses to move with her, nothing is holding her back. She works in the library of Port Lincoln, lov...
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!!! TRIGGER WARNING ABORTION!!!!!
We had dinner in a restaurant and went for a short walk before we got to his new apartment. I was focused on not spilling anything on the dress, I was surprised how he could buy me a dress that fit perfectly without me trying it on.
We reach the 8th floor and get out of the elevator, he told me I could ask him anything but he couldn't answer the last question in public because you never know where paparazzi could hide. He helps me with my jacket, I take my shoes off, I hate girl shoes and walk over to the living room.
I sit on the mahogany leather couch, while he walks over to me and places our drinks on the dark wooden table. "So where were we? " He asks after he leans back into the pillows. "Tell me about you and Emily, why did you get divorced, you said that she saw some things differently was the main reason." His brows furrow: "You remember that? I said that months ago and you were drunk that night." "Ehm, I remember yes and I wasn't drunk." "Emily and I met on my 18th birthday. My parents threw a surprise party for me and she was a friend of a friend. We talked, we laughed, we made out, we fell in love. When we turned 20 we decided to move in together and on her 22nd birthday I asked her if she wanted to marry me." He swallows hard and empties his whiskey in one sip. I patiently wait for him to continue. "We got married two years later and then she started to change. She dressed differently, she cut off a lot of our college friends. She worked late, started to go on business trips and somehow we ended up in a lot of events, parties, and galas hosted by celebrities and some of Australia's most important people." "Was this bad? I mean your parents own a real estate agency and half of Melbourne's buildings. You have a special status in this society she just wanted to fit in." I reach for wine and he grabs it for me, I smile at him and take it. "Emily grew up in this society, Cleo, her parents are judges. She didn't have to fit in. We were the perfect couple on the outside but behind closed doors, we had fight after fight. She stopped showing up at my parents, and she stopped coming to charity events but made me go with her to different social gatherings. I have spent 14 years with Emily. She was never a bad person, she knew and still knows what she wants. The main reason I wanted the divorce was not the missing intimacy, the fights, or that my mother started hating her. " He stops talking, he looks at me, and takes a deep breath before he continues. "Last year she found out she was pregnant. We never talked about kids, we never gave it a thought. She said that she doesn't want a baby and that she isn't ready to take responsibility for a human being, yet. She decided to have an abortion. I mean, her body, her choice." He pauses. "I just never heard of the pregnancy from her. I was home when the doctor called to check on her if everything was fine after the ab-" his voice breaks his eyes watering and so do mine. I wrap my arms around his biceps and squeeze, hard. He clears his throat, wipes the tears away, and continues: "I called her and asked her what the hell she was thinking not to tell me about this, this baby was my child, too. We could have figured something out... I told her a few days later that I wanted the divorce because I was done pretending, and she gladly accepted it. Seriously, she didn't even try to fight."
