The only thing Roxanne "Roxie" Robinson wants is the ability to finally move on from the only man she's ever loved. However, that's easier said than done when the woman he left her for is her monster of a step-sister. She's been gone from home and e...
**Tbh I'm a little bitch and I just CAN'T wait to see your guys' reactions and comments on this chapter so YES this week will be a triple update week! GRAB A HOLD OF SOME SANITY CAUSE YA'LL GONNA NEED IT! What I said about Friday's chapter still stands - IT'S GONNA BE A ROLLERCOASTER FOLKS.**
Little idea of what I picture the house looking like bUT NOT AS BIG and ridiculous lol:
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Roxie's POV
The moment the gates opened and Jedrek drove up the driveway, a lump formed in my throat as a weight settled on my chest. Milo sensed the change in my mood the second it happened. He looked at me curiously and I could tell exactly what he wanted to say: What's going on? What's wrong? I just shook my head and mouthed 'later'. He nodded, but his obvious worry didn't dissipate.
Everyone exited the car, Jedrek's parents sharing a few words of praise with him on how good the house looked. He nodded but didn't look as happy as he should've been. I mean, he owns a damn architect company, if this isn't what he wanted then why didn't he change it?
"Well, let's go inside!" my dad hollered, wrapping his arm around Sandra's waist and walking through the front door. I cautiously followed behind. Stepping through the entrance, I just kept quiet as Tori began giving us all a tour. After being shown the kitchen and living room, I couldn't do it anymore. I felt like I'd been hit by a fucking mac-daddy truck. I turned and disappeared up a side set of stairs, knowing exactly where I was going.
After all, I helped design the entire fucking layout.
My eyesight grew hazy as black spots started spotting my vision. I pushed open a door and blindly stumbled into the room - which just had to be the master bedroom - before falling to my knees. I tried slowing my ragged breathing, but I couldn't stop the panic attack from continuing.
"Shit! Roxie, are you okay?" I couldn't respond, my body shaking heavily as I hyperventilated. I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around before pulling me into a hard chest. The pressure helped to clear my mind and regulate my breathing. I turned and pressed my face into the chest and took a deep breath against my better judgment.
I just wanted to believe that he was still mine - even if it was just for this one moment.
When the fog in my brain cleared, I pushed him away from me as a sense of deja vu washed over me. This was the exact same situation we'd been in last night. I just stared into his eyes, feeling betrayed and even more broken than before. I watched as the shame overtook his face before he averted his gaze to his feet. I cleared my throat, pissed that he was trying to avoid the situation.
"How could you?" I finally hiccuped out, cursing myself for letting my weakness show so blatantly.
"Roxie girl," he spoke through a sad sigh.
"No! Don't you dare c-call me that!" I hissed, the familiar nickname that only he used to call me bringing up memories I'd rather just forget for the sake of my heart. "This is our house! Did you think I-I wouldn't realize?" I questioned, my voice breaking towards the end.
