Chapter Two

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"You'll always
be Mamas little Angel"
👼
^Amelia^
Scarlets POV;
11 months later

11 months. 11 fucking months since that day.

I've struggled, I've suffered, but most importantly I've learned. I'm more open and observant now. Taking things in slowly and learning the bases.

I was two months pregnant when I caught Hayden cheating. And as much as it still hurts me. At the end of the day, it made me stronger.

It made me who I am now.

I'm not the scared, vulnerable little girl I once was. I'm an independent woman. I'm a mother.

A mother to the most brightest baby girl, any woman could ever ask for. My little Angel, Amelia Rose Royce.

She's 6 months today. Todays also a marking of what could've been Hayden and I's anniversary.

Thinking about him gets me riled up to an extreme extent. I despise him. I hate him.

It's just really saddening sometimes. I'm still managing to get over it. But I have to stay strong minded. He's not worth a second thought.

That's what I keep telling myself

Not only did he cheat on me, he also didn't believe I was with child. Which kind hurt me more than him cheating did.

I wasn't going to tell him. No, I was gonna go about my life as if he didn't exist. But he deserved to know, any person deserved to know. Even if they done bad things.

He denied my truth, that was a bullet to the head.

11 months ago...
The ding of the elevator snaps me out of the daze I trap myself into.

As soon as the doors slide open, I march through the building as if it were my own. Striding towards 'it's' office.

Everyone was left silent. The sounds of my Louis Vuitton's clicking against the wooded floor, was the only noise being made through out the room.

Not bothering to knock, I open his door.

"Scar?" He questions.

"What are you doing here?" He responds suspiciously.

"We need to have a word, it'll only take five minutes" I respond seriously. Taking a peek at my French tipped nails, as if they were truly fascinating.

Anything but him was to be honest.

Coughing, he asks me to sit, "please sit" he says nicely.

"Yeah I'm good, I'd much rather prefer standing" I say sassily.

"As you wish" he responds awkwardly, whilst scratching the top of his head.

"Anyways, I just wanted to inform you that I'm pregnant, and yes it's your child. Otherwise I wouldn't be here now would I?" I say emotionlessly.

Looking at him, I'm stunned by the laughter he casts out.

"That kid ain't mine Scar a-" I cut him off "it's Scarlet" I snap.

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