Dear World

* Title: Dear World.

* Written by: Dannice Greaves

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* Started in: July 2014.

Chapter one

Fame. Money. Power. I had it all but I didn't want it. It was all lies. A facade. A charade.

Sitting across the table I overlooked the man I married a year ago. Time really does fly. He was the same cocky bastard with no apologies. He was wearing a black Giorgio Armani tuxedo completed with a fresh haircut. He was well-shaven too but I knew more than anyone he did that himself. He could do a lot of things. He looked the same as when I first met him. No age lines. No eye bags. No tummy. In fact he worked out a hour each day. He was the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. His Spanish maternal ancestry contributed to his beautiful facial features. He had a bright pair of blue eyes that sat above a perfectly straight nose. His lips were thick and almost pink. He was slim but muscular and was listed 'Pose' sexiest male for three years. My agent often said he could be a model. I didn't disagree but he enjoyed being Wall Street's most expensive lawyer. He represented celebrities and business people. His theory was that everyone else below that couldn't afford him.

"Maria" his voice disturbed my thoughts, the arrogance in his voice told me he had called me before.

"Hmmm" I responded and gave him my sweetest smile.

"How many times must I call you? Are you deaf? What do you want?"

I ignored him and picked up the menu. I browsed through it but didn't really looked

at the foods listed, I had no appetite but I knew how demanding he was, I quickly mumbled something and rolled my eyes at the tall scrawny waitress that was standing there with her broad smile. It was not plastic. I knew it was genuine because she kept staring at David. She cleared her throat and walked away.

David smile his dangerous 4000 watt smile and took my hands in his across the table. I smiled back, knowing that's how it should be... To the world.

"You are such a little bitch you know that. I know you are from the gutter but here in this life we don't roll our eyes in public. We don't even roll them at all. This is the last time. Are we clear?" His slick smile was still plastered on his face... For the world.

By now I knew better than to argue with David. I kept quiet, shook my head and fed his ego. That's what he lived for- his ego. I lived for my ego too but only on the runway.

Our lunch date ended quickly and I breath a sigh of relief making it seem like a sigh of disappointment.

I looked over my schedule and realized I had a 2:00 appointment with my stylist. It was only 12:43. I called my doctor and worked my way into her busy day.

"Maria darling you look so pale. I told you not to stress" her French accent reprimanded me. "Have you told him yet?"

"Sophia I can't" I turned away in shame.

She played multiple roles in my life. A friend. A doctor. I met Sophia two years ago. We were both doing charity work in Africa for homeless children. She opened a school for all ages. I funded the stationaries and furnitures. Her husband pays the staff even now. We became friends right away. She was born and raised in France until she gained a scholarship to a Medical School in New York. She met and got married to Jack. He was also a doctor.