Prologue
856 Words
Pain, emptiness, and a heart that does not heal. That's what Damien left behind when he lied to me again. Now, in any case, it does not matter, we are a finished chapter, a fragment of something beautiful that burned up and left behind only the ashes of what could once be.
We haven't talked since I held a gun to his temple and threatened his life. Honestly, I can not care less about his so-called "feelings," he means nothing to me anymore, a little paltry grain of sand on Earth is what he is.
My sons feel betrayed and rightly so! He's been my boys ' dad since they started growing in my womb; even so, he's never opened his mouth and told the truth. Cowardly son of a b***h! Fiona is the only one who doesn't seem affected by the new change in her life, and it's no shock at all, the boys have always been her brothers to her so why would this make any difference?
Noah and Darby have taken it reasonably well; over time, it has become better; in the beginning, it was chaotic. Now it's as if nothing has happened, and Caleb... My outstanding beloved Caleb, his heart is broken, and he is the only one who refuses to go to Damien.
I'm not a cruel person, so I'm not going to force my son to go to his father when he doesn't want to. Damien and I only converse by e-mail, and I don't want to hear his voice after everything he's done. He has asked me why one of his sons does not want to see him, and I have said like it is, Caleb is fundamentally broken down.
Incidentally, my life has taken a total reversal, I work hard in my dad's company and have even taken over two of them. My life circulates my children, my work, and my now double life that I was born into. In the underworld or whatever we should call it, I go by the name "Tessie" and have received a high respect from others who live that life.
Do you want to know a funny secret, guess who works under me? That's right; The Winston brothers are allied with my henchmen and thus also work for me. The most ironic thing about it is that they don't know about it, given my changed name and lack of communication between us.
I thought about telling them the truth, but then I concluded that I have no reason to do so, they lied to me without blinking—eye for eye and all that. Karma, we can call it that, too. Since Damien's and my children are not in danger, there is no real reason to tell-since we only speak to each other about the children.
All in all, we're okay, the kids and me. Dad helps as best he can, but even he can not fix my heart, because it is no longer there. I only show warmth and love to my family, no one else. As for my dad, I do it mostly out of respect for the old man. Even though we've gotten closer this past year, aren't we there yet if you understand what I mean?
It takes time to build a loyalty and sturdy foundation for a relationship, especially when it is between a daughter and father that has not been seen since the girl was six years old. He's not mean or anything; it's just complicated because we don't know each other the way we would have if I grew up with him.
I've been texting from and to with Adrien sometimes, but it's not at all like before. The majority of the times, our conversation is that he wants to apologize and that everything should be as usual; unfortunately, he does not understand that nothing will be as before, it can not because nothing is what it once was.
He has asked me to meet him a few times and drink coffee to talk, but I have declined every time. I'm not ready to give myself back into that sea of anxiety when I'm still coughing up water from the last time I was drowning in it. Someday I'll have the strength to meet him and discuss it through, but that day won't be today or tomorrow.
And if you didn't think my life was catastrophic or strange before, you'll think so now. Guess what I've been persuaded to do... Nobody? Come on. Still, no one? Oh okay. I'm getting married in a couple of months, an arranged marriage. It's my father who mixed me up with a business associate to strengthen my legacy and my security in the city.
Put your seat belts on and hold on for dear life, damn it; it's going to be a crazy ride!
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