I woke up this morning with a sick feeling in my heart. It felt like the world was missing, and I was missing with it. I woke up before my alarm, two hours before, to be exact. I ran to the bathroom.
You know how throwing up isn't fun? Lets just say I had zero fun from the hours of 4am to 6am. Going out is never worth it, I drink too much, talk too much, come home, stumble to my bed, then throw up the next morning, like this is normal.
Last night I did happen to meet a boy, tall dark and handsome. Oh, and married. Hooray for me. I definitely have a type: Unavailable.
I stumbled and hit my toe against the bed, the smell of pain, awe, so soothing.
My dad, a normal sized man, taller than my mom, super old school, knocked on the door:
"Miley," he said.
"Not here!" I yelled.
𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 Book 3
Unforgivable Series #2
Where should your husband be when you're having a difficult, risky pregnancy?
Right by your side!
Where was he though? With his childhood best friend and business partner, partying, kissing and making out or worse.
All marriages have ups and downs, but once you take a one-way route of cheating, there is No Going Back.