Missy divorces George Michael and stays in England.
Five years have passed, it is 1996. Now Missy, a sought-after model, has two houses - one in the States and the other in England. She raises her daughter Georgia alone and does not think about love...
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Missy lay in bed and cried, hugging her face against the pillow. How could Elton suggest something like this?
I know that taking this child's chance to live, I will be cursed forever. But I ... I can't give birth to this child.
If she let Prince raise this child, she would hurt her son / daughter. She would ruin that child's childhood, all its life. Having Prince as a father is the biggest curse.
Then Missy heard a soft knock. She raised her head, sniffing. The door opened slightly and she saw Geórgios look through the narrow gap.
— Can I come in? — He asked, and Missy nodded. She sat on the bed and waited for her ex-husband to come inside. Geórgios closed the door and looked at Missy.
She was crying. Fuck, she suffers.
—Honey — Geórgios began lovingly and sat down next to her. He touched her shoulder and Missy asked:
— Did Elton tell you about this?
— Yes — Geórgios began gently. — He thinks that this makes sense.
—What sense?— Missy laughed hysterically. —That he would do a good deed and save a child conceived as a result of rape? Has he thought what my feelings are?
— Elton wants to help ...
— I thank him for such help — Missy got up. — You think it is simple. This pregnancy should not succeed. I ran away from this sadist, but as you can see, he doesn't want to leave me alone. The reason is this. —She pointed at her stomach and cried.— Do you think I feel great knowing that I will kill my own child? But I can't do otherwise. I couldn't look at the effect of something that was the worst nightmare of my life.
Geórgios got up and approached her. He hugged her and she buried her face in his shoulder.
—Good — he said. —When do you want to do it?
—Maybe tomorrow?— Missy croaked. —The sooner the better.
— Fine. I will arrange a clinic appointment for you.
***
Geórgios sat in the recording studio and, against his principles, smoked a cigarette after a cigarette. No, he didn't make songs, now he had a race of thoughts.
Tomorrow at 10am Missy had an abortion in a private clinic. She asked him to go with her there.
I got involved in something that I always loathed.
Geórgios took a puff on his cigarette and let out smoke. It was true - he hated abortion, but the situation was different.
When he imagined the scene where this purple whore hurt his woman ... Geórgios clenched his teeth.
