This November✔️

Chapter 42

Life went on.

She was in agony. Her life turned upside down, but she had to go on.

She still missed Malik every single day. It had been two months since he left. Her life changed drastically since then. No more Carter. No more Malik.

"Girl, call him! You know you want to." JaMocha and Cambrea were her only friends of late. She couldn't even trust her sister Noelle, who she knew would run talk to Davina, who would then run talk to her brother.

They both knew what Malik had done with Starchima. Davina knew and then told Noelle, and her own sister did not feel at any point she could tell her. She even told Davina to stay out of it and not tell when she wanted to.

She could not trust them anymore.

"I miss him so much! I wish...I wish things would have been different." She cried so much over him that she had no more tears. "He hates me right now. He's moved on."

"How do you know this if you haven't even had a conversation with him?" Cambrea asked.

"Malik is Malik, he runs away, it's what he does," she said, remembering the heartbreak she felt ten years ago. "If he can't forgive me even though I forgive him, I don't need to beg."

"Nobody said to beg. But you still love that boy, and girl....what you did was a little worse."

"I did not cheat on him." Though JaMocha was sort of right.

She had come clean with them about her affair with Carter, their boss. They knew everything and they still stuck by her side.

She never cheated on Malik, but she should have been honest about her past relationship and what that meant.

She realized now, those feelings she had for Carter were just her longing for a father figure. Never having hers, and her stepfather, not the greatest replacement. He was there but not fully there. Carter never crossed any boundaries back when she was in high school, but he did when they first got together.

So what she had a crush on him, he should not have acted on it because he was her boss. He had to know she was fragile with her emotions, him coming from a counseling background. He studied human behavior, he saw her insecurities and used them to mold her into whatever he wanted. She didn't doubt that he had some kind of love for her, but it was not the kind of love she needed.

She wanted Malik back.

She would stare at her phone, wishing for him to call, telling her he forgave her. Or she could suck it up and call him.

"You should go see him. He's in L.A. Just face him, have it all out and see what happens."

No way! One look at Malik and she would be weak and cry and become a blubbering mess. He would feel sorry for her, but would that be enough? He probably moved on and was shacked up with plenty of beautiful Hollywood women.

There were her insecurities again. She had to do better.

She was beautiful! Just as gorgeous as any woman on TV or a movie screen. And besides her looks, she had many other things going for her. As shy and quiet as she sometimes was, when it came to becoming someone else, a character in a play, she always could nail it. Her love for acting never faded, even though her confidence in herself had.

She still had a strong passion for it, and maybe going out to L.A. would recharge that.

There also was Malik.

"You know what? That is not a bad idea."

How was she going to go about planning a trip to L.A.? And how was she going to happen to find Malik in a city like that?