"I think true love is when two people make each other love themselves more."
~Faraway
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V I C T O R I A
----------------"Now I want to meet my boy." he said and my blood ran cold, I Gulped hard.
"Okay, but let me talk to him first," I pleaded but he quickly denied.
"No,"
"Dominic, please, he's just 4 , I need to explain to him first. Please let me talk to him first," I begged, desperately but He looked at me for a moment, then sighed. "Okay. And when can I meet him?"
"Give me one week," I requested.
"No, I can only wait for 2 days,"
"Dominic..."
"I'm doing you a favor, Cara, so don't take it for granted," he interrupted with a sharp tone.
I felt a surge of irritation as I took a few steps back and began gathering my clothes from the floor, hastily putting them on. This conversation was not going anywhere, and I needed to focus on seeing my son as soon as possible.
so I turned around, trying very hard not to cry in front of him. I hate myself for being this pathetic. I saw him after five years—five long years—and what did we do? He jumped on me like a hungry wolf, and I shamelessly moaned in return.
No, Victoria, you are not going to cry. No, no, no! I was pep-talking myself, but still, a sob escaped from my lips, and my whole body shook with anger and self-loathing.
I walked towards the door, to leave as soon as possible with my shattered dignity, but as I took a few steps, he grabbed my waist and sat on the bed with me on his lap.
I struggled weakly, trying to break free from his hold and get up from his lap, but he was too strong.
He kissed my cheek a few times and planted kisses on my neck. To my horror, I quickly calmed down and realized a harsh reality: this man still affected me in a way no one else could. I thought the five years would make me stronger, but now I see I'm still that pathetic girl.
As the realization drawn on me A few tears escaped from my eyes he was inspecting my bruised wrist. When a tear dropped onto his hand than second and third and fourth, he stopped and quickly turned my face to look at me, with a gentle touch, he wiped my tears away. That was the last nail in the coffin, and the dam of my tears broke.
He held me closer as the sobs wracked my body, his embrace both a comfort and a torment. I hated myself for needing his touch, for craving the solace it brought even after everything. His hand stroked my back gently, murmuring soothing words that barely registered through my tears.
"Victoria," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. "I'm so sorry."
I searched his eyes for deceit, for some sign that he was lying, but all I saw was sincerity. It broke me even further. "Why?" I managed to choke out between sobs. "Why?"
I wanted to scream at him, to push him away and run, but I don't have any strength left in me. Instead, I clung to him, hating myself for it, but unable to let go. The weight of the past five years crashed down on me, the pain, the longing, the hate, the betrayal all mixing into a chaotic storm inside me.
He lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "You’re getting what you wanted, sweetheart, so why all the tears?" he asked softly and A wave of hate surged through my blood, as I looked at him accusingly. "You’re threatening to take my child away from me and asking why I'm crying?"
"Dominic, you don't even know him, so it's not a big deal for you to live without him. But I birthed him, I endured the pain. He's my blood and flesh. I can't live without him, and you know I can't live with you either." I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my voice. "So please, have some mercy on me. You said you were sorry about everything. Okay, I'll forget and forgive you, but please don't take my Asher away from me."
His expression softened, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "Victoria," he said my name and then stopped for a while, as if searching for the right words.
"Victoria," he repeated, his voice gentler this time. "I never thought you would be this cruel. Asher… he’s my son too. How could you think I would give up on my flesh and blood?"
"Please, Dominic," I sobbed.
"Please what, Victoria? Are you suggesting I turn my back on my child and completely forget about him?"
"I didn't mean that. You can visit him anytime you want."
"Like a stranger?" He took a deep breath as if trying to calm himself. "I'm sorry to break your bubble, sweetheart, but I'm not backing away."
"Dominic, don't do this, please. You can start a family with anyone you want. Don't you have Eva? You can start a beautiful life with her after divorce. Just leave Asher with me, please."
"I don't want anyone else, Victoria and How dare you even suggest that? If I wanted to get married and start a family, I would have done that five years ago. But you and I both know the truth: I don't want anyone but you. And who the fück told you I have Eva."
"No...No one." i whispered under my breath remembering the moment she met me at the airport. "But Dominic, we aren't meant to be," I said in a trembling voice. "Our marriage was nothing but a huge mistake. The stars that aligned us were doomed from the very beginning."
Anger flashed in his grey eyes as he dwelled on my words. "You know, Victoria," he began, his voice tinged with frustration, "I know I messed up our marriage. I accept that I did horrible things, and I know I'm not perfect. But I'm still so damn in love with you. I love you deeply and madly, but you're too stubborn to even see that.
"How could you even say that, Dominic? I did love you too, I trusted you. I gave you my love and my everything. And what did you do in return? You betrayed me."
"and I'm so damn sorry about everything but My feelings are sincere, sweetheart, and you know it too. But like the stubborn woman you are, you don't want to accept it."
"I'm not stubborn, I’m scared. What if you do it again? What if this is all just a dare to you once more? What if, Dominic? What if?"
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