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Zoey Bold is shy, insecure and riddled with bad thoughts 24/7. Her girlfriend abused her, hurt her and left her with scars up her spine that she could never forget.
Zoey watched as her now ex girl...
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"Mommy!" I felt tears quickly fall down my cheeks, I immediately picked up my daughter.
"I missed you." I sobbed, I felt my heart fall to my gut.
"Do I gotta leave again mommy?" Cloe sobbed, I felt her tiny body shake in my arms.
"No sweetie, mommy will never leave you again." I whispered, stroking her hair-I noticed the hatred in Mathew's eyes.
I knew he hated me, hated me to the core. He never expected me to be with somebody like Zoe, even if she had shown him a different side of herself-a side I hadn't even seen yet. I knew deep inside, he still believed she was nothing. Yet he could do nothing, the contract was set and anything he did to mess it up would ruin his reputation and destroy his company and to Mathew, this company was everything.
The last snap of thread that allowed him to control me was gone, he could never take my daughter from me. After the allegations against Zoey vanished, and proof was given that Zoey was very much so a safe individual-I was able to get full custody of Cleo, Zoey's lawyer helped me.
He didn't take a penny, just smiled and helped me through the process-I had so much proof against him and this time I didn't even care. I had full custody and he only managed to get visitation rights, so she only went to see him when I decided it would be okay or if she asked.
"You got what you wanted, just because you're shagging a millionaire." Mathew spat, he was furious-because his dirty laundry was aired.
"You will never take me from her again. The fact you thought you even had the right to judge who I was with after everything you have done to me is sick." I spoke, my eyes filling with tears as I held my daughter close to my chest.
"I'm glad I fucked your best friend, she's better than you ever could.." Mathew spewed, he truly hated me right now and I could care less.
"Good, she's pregnant by the way-enjoy being a father of three." I laughed, his face palened knowing he didn't want more kids.
I had heard her throwing up in the public stalls, followed by the sound of mumbles and crinkles from a bag of crackers. I knew that she had to be pregnant, we were friends when she was pregnant before and she had all the same things. It was confirmed when I saw her hiding in a corner shoving them down her throat, then drinking gingerale.
So telling him this, knowing how much he has been content with 2 kids. Knowing he didn't want anymore, was thriving inside. I knew that eventually Cleo would be outcasted, but I'd always be there for her and love her.
I walked out of the building, knowing I was done work today—it had been a week since Zoey saved me from my horrible situation. We hadn't talked very much, but she had told me that she had moved into a safer environment since she retook her family name.
