The Unforgivable (Book One)

Thirty-nine Healing & Breaking

Mia's POV

I finished getting ready and headed to the hospital. Today marked four months since the last time I saw him and although I missed him and still loved him with all my being, I could say that I was better. I have healed in many ways and I have grown as a person.

In these months I have worked on my paintings and thankfully have become more well known than ever before. I use my spare time going to local hospitals to help patients feel better through painting. I haven't contacted Addison other than to let her know I am okay. I miss her too but I don't want to let her know where I am in case Alex decided to follow her to see me or something.

On my way to the car I saw the newspaper close to the wheel and for some reason felt the need to pick it up. I rarely ever read it but something compelled me to open it up while I sat in the car. As I read the page I had it opened to, I was struck when I saw his picture under big bold letters that said, "MILLIONAIRE, ALEXANDER KINGSTON HOSPITALIZED FOR SUSPECTED DRUG OVERDOSE."

He looked thinner than before and pale. His hair was much longer than it was and he looked like he hadn't shaved in a long while. His eyes were sunken and no longer bright like before. I could see his cheekbones were more prominent and my heart ached to see him like this. I might not be with him but I loved him completely.

I softly grazed the picture with my fingertips and read the column.
      Alexander Kingston, millionaire and CEO, has been hospitalized for the third time in a few short months. Although it hasn't been stated officially, the suspected cause of his hospital stays is said to be drug abuse. Whether this is due to some losses in his company or love life is unknown.

It pained me to see him in this state but there was nothing I could do.

Alex's POV

I took another long gulp from the bottle before continuing to work. Under the stack of papers I was working on, I had the folder with the divorce papers. It had been six months since Mia left now and although I missed her constantly, I was getting used to the pain and emptiness.

I knew my family was worried about me because of my drug abuse. It had been two months since I was last hospitalized for it and they feared I would be in the hospital again at any moment. I had been much more careful because I hated to cause worry for my family. Taylor had been helping me getting through my pain and although I had not decreased my alcohol use, I was slowly stopping my drug use. I wasn't proud of what I had become but I would work on myself until I could get back to my normal life. At least as much as I could.

When I finished the stack of papers and saw the folder I knew what had to be done. Mia will always be the love of my life but I had to let her go. Maybe this was what she needed to be happy. That's all I wished for her, happiness and love and if it was something I had failed to give to her I knew someone else would do a better job at giving her what she deserved.

I signed the folder before I could change my mind and couldn't help but notice at the fact that her signature was stained by what appeared to have been tears. I knew she loved me too and it probably hurt her to sign this but she knew it was the best for her. I lightly traced her signature and smiled sadly.

I put the folder in my briefcase when I saw the time. I wanted to go to the cemetery to visit my father and baby. Today marked six months since I lost my child and I wanted to go see him. I had asked my driver to take me to the cemetery because I was very drunk and didn't think I could manage to drive there myself. I might be an alcoholic but I didn't want to cause an accident and take innocent lives with me.

I kneeled by my dad's and child's graves which were next to each other. Even though most people feel sad when they go to the cemetery, I feel much happier because I'm close to those I love.

I stayed there for a few hours until the sun began to set then walked out towards my car. I was about to cross the street to head to the parking lot where it was parked when I saw a young boy in a skateboard about to cross the street. A speeding car was heading his way unaware of his presence because it was already so dark.

I was drunk but I was close enough to get to him and I reacted upon my instinct to save an innocent life. I pushed the boy to the opposite side as hard as I could and he fell on the sidewalk. Although he had a hard fall the last thing I saw was that he was safe and alive before everything turned black.