Need You

Her

Xavier POV

I'm supposed to be paying attention to what is happening during this meeting but I'm not doing that. I'm instead zoning out and thinking about my life. I had the perfect life years ago. I had a wife. Someone I can go home to. Someone I can love. Someone I can rely on when I need help or reassurance. Someone who understood me better than anyone else. The missing someone in my life. One picture is what took everything away from me. The lie. The lie that ruined my life.

I go home to an empty house. A house that has no life. A house I try to avoid by overworking myself. My bed. Empty. No warmth. A big bed all for me. It's so quiet. Just a housekeeper that I've had for a long time. I guess she's the only one keeping me sane.

My family likes to rub it in my face that I chose the wrong one. They never liked Ashlynn. They wanted be to marry someone better than her. I don't know what they met someone better than her.

She has everything that a man wanted. She had the perfect personality. She had the cutest smile. She made you feel loved and wanted. She cared. She was there for everything from the beginning till we got divorced. She didn't need to change anything. She didn't care if my family liked her. I loved that about her. Many people will try to change themselves in order to please my parents but her on the other hand just kept being herself. "I'm here forever so they can deal with how I am", she used to say.

I remember that day when we met. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. My date was steaming with anger. My date eventually left and my eyes kept staring at Ashlynn. She had this naturally beauty with an attracting aroma. I was more amused with her struggling on her essay. Her face made many emotions as she tried to make sense of what she was writing. I ended up helping her out. We spent the night taking and laughing.

She was different from the girls I dated. Many girls wanted me for money. My parents owned a business that many name brand businesses did business with them.

She was different. She didn't care. I knew why eventually. Her parents were wealthy but she didn't like to show it off. She was grateful for all that she had. She made any room she walked in feel warm and it lit up.

The night I proposed. I was so nervous and almost forgot my speech to her. I had her go to places where we made memories. Her last stop was where we met. I had the walkway to the entrance lit up and I was waiting inside for her. My heart was pounding and was ready to jump out of the body and explode.

It went as planned and she said yes. We married a year later. We struggled with a baby which caused a little barrier between us. She would cry and wonder why it was happening to her. I would comfort her and hope that one day we will get what we are begging for.

Then the picture came. The media. The comments. I felt betrayed. I felt if someone ran me over then dropped me into a burning fire. Anger. Hurt. I felt so much. I couldn't bear to look at her. A child. A child we both wanted. Another man's baby. I cried. Tears of hurt. Tears of sadness.

Divorce is all I told her.

Divorce is all I wanted. Down the road I didn't think about how it would affect me.

Guilt. Shock. Upset. The pain I put her through. The sadness she had to overcome. The labor she did alone. The struggles of raising our children. All alone.

I want to talk with her. Fix everything. Regain our past. 

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Okay so it's short I know but this is what I can do based on my time. Such a busy child. Hopefully the next one is longer. Have a great week! Also if you have any ideas please feel free to message me.