In a heart-wrenching tale of sacrifice, betrayal, and redemption, Makenna Lewasi faces her greatest challenge yet. Six years ago, she made a decision that shattered her own heart but saved her family. Now, as she stands on the brink of a loveless ma...
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Makenna looks around before pulling her bra out. She groans in pleasure at the release and then pain as her sore breasts settle on her chest. She drops her bikini bra, cursing under her breath as she walks towards the calming water of the infinity pool looking over the coast. Her nipples hurt like a motherfucker and her breasts were sore as hell, she could use the soothing waters and the quiet right now. She wades into the water and sinks herself in, trying her best not to think of her husband and what he was doing right now. He was probably on a similar beach with some model or ballerina or socialite! Maybe by now he'd tired of his one true love Sophie Stanislavsky and had found someone else. She tries to keep the tears at bay. She was so emotional lately! She had cried yesterday when Lachlan brought her home some fresh lavender to relax her, had snapped at him three seconds later because she hated the way he said the word "moisture" and then hysterically cried at his shock.
She was falling apart, she knew as much. Lachlan had secured a therapist for her and pushed her into the sessions and then pushed her into a holiday away from newspapers and prying eyes. It had actually been Lucas to suggest that she go away and stop attacking him every morning for the latest news on her shambolic marriage. Had she become slightly obsessed with keeping up with Dionysius Plutarch? Yes, to the point where she had started suspecting, like anyone having a psychotic breakdown, that he was doing all this to send some kind of message to her. A deeply coded message. She was starting to think that maybe Dionysius Plutarch was very publicly self-destructing because somewhere deep down he really loved her, not Sophie Stanislavsky, not the models and socialites, not the company, the fame or the accolades. He was miserable without her, and he was trying to tell her that by making out with Miss Universe on page 3 of the daily!
"Or...and hear me out, I've never actually met the man; he needs therapy." Lucas had suggested, pointing a finger at the empty yet devious face staring blankly at the camera
"And you need a holiday. You look horrible, you clearly haven't been sleeping enough and you're killing what's left of the lavender. Mrs. Simone is horrified." Lucas adds, folding the newspaper right back up and hitting her gently with it.
It wasn't just emotionally, it was that her body felt completely disgusting, as if her insides had been replaced by rot and disorder. Nothing felt like it used to and she was constantly in some form of discomfort. If it wasn't her breasts, her stomach was bloated and gassy, she was deeply exhausted from the least strain, things tasted different than she remembered them, she was cranky and hungry and unwilling to eat all at the same time, her eyes were constantly prickly with unshed tears.
So Lachlan had arranged for her to come to the Almafi coast and rest. She moans softly as the water soothes her breasts. She was a week late on her periods but with the way her body was acting there was a chance that she ought to grab some tampons... or a pregnancy test. She hated the idea, it caused a kind of panic in her heart. She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, imagining what it would've been like.
