Always been here

Chapter 2

Maya Stuart:

I enter my apartment, my new home from now on.

The bellman from the hotel enters right behind me, pushing the trolley with my several bags.

He begins to remove them and leaves them right there in the center of the room.

I tip him, and he thanks me and then leaves, I look around and see the place that will now be mine alone.

I walk over to the couch and flop down on it, grab a pillow and hug her.

— Now officially alone. I look up at the ceiling and sigh.

I started thinking about all the plans I had made with Maycon at the beginning of our relationship.

Our plans would be to get married and start our family.

We talked about having children, which was what both of us wanted, but we decided to make the most of it first and then have our children.

Which was the best thing we ever went down. Imagine a separation with children involved.

Good thing we didn't have kids.

I decide to gather the rest of my courage and get up to pack my things.

I started to take all the bags to the room, there were many, I brought almost all my things, unfortunately not all but the vast majority.

The gifts he gave me I left behind, I don't want anything from him.

I sighed opening the first suitcase, so I started to pack my things in the closet.

After nearly three hours, I was finally done, I was exhausted.

I don't usually get tired quickly, but lately I've been in less mood, I think my relationship with Maycon tired me more than I imagined.

I'm not just tired physically, but also mentally.

I'm not an insecure person, but when my ex-husband went out in the night and came back the next day, I knew he was with someone else. I keep imagining that maybe I wasn't enough... that maybe he needed to go get what he didn't have at home on the street.

These thoughts were tearing me apart, I'm not going to lie, I still think about it a lot, that maybe I wasn't enough and that led to us breaking up.

I urgently need to get these thoughts out of my head, none of these thoughts are true. I'm enough, he betrayed me because he has no character.

Between several thoughts I end up yawning, it's been a long time since I've slept properly.

I decide to take a shower to rest, I remove my dress and all my underwear.

Naked I walked to the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror, I looked tired, I also had dark circles under my eyes, but they were covered with layers of makeup.

I end up going back to the bedroom where I grab some makeup remover and go back to the bathroom where I start cleaning my face.

Right after I have a clean face, I look at myself in the mirror. I accidentally let a few tears fall.

I was very emotional, sensitive...

I take a deep breath as I wipe my tears and step into the shower, turn on the shower and relax all my muscles as I feel the hot water fall on my head and down my body.

A few tears escape without permission, I lay my head on the box glass and cry what I held for a long time.

I cry for the nights waiting for him to come home, I cry for the mornings when I see him walk through the door and go straight up to the bedroom, I cry for the smell of perfume that I know were from other women, I cry for everything.

I let the water wash away all the suffering and my sadness, the anguish I have in my chest.

When I finished the shower, I looked at the water that was going down the drain and I spit in it, I got out of the shower and I felt renewed.

I go to the closet and choose a very sexy red lingerie, I always bought it and never thought I was enough to wear it.

So I get dressed and then rub body lotion all over my body, then dry my hair.

I walk over to the large closet mirror and look myself over, smiling as I tuck a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear.

— I'm a hottie. — I speak out loud, turn my ass and look at her through the mirror.

The thong panties flatter my ass, it wasn't that big, but I had a nice ass.

— How does someone not value a butt like that? — I ask myself as I run my hand over my body. — whatever, didn't value it? Lost i***t.

She left the closet and I looked at the time on my cell phone, it was still three in the afternoon, I was very tired, so I was going to sleep a little.

I lay down on the white sheets and smiled, I'm going to sleep and when I wake up I'm going to get ready pretty and go out to dinner with Lyan.

I will start a new life, I will be a different woman, I will love myself and always put myself first.

Small places where I never feel insufficient again, staying with people who diminish me and treat me like I'm not enough either.

I love myself too much to stay in a place where I'm not valued.

From now on, this will always be my first thought, no more chasing after people who don't deserve me.

I can love myself, I can buy myself gifts, I can talk to myself and dedicate myself all the time.

It will be like this from now on.

I snuggle between the various pillows and wrap myself in the sheet.

My phone vibrates and I pick it up.

It was Lyan.

He sent a message saying that he had already made a reservation for two at one of the best restaurants in town.

He also said that his mother sent me a kiss and asked me to visit her.

My friendship with Lyan goes back so many years, we met in high school, his mother always said that I would end up with Lyan.

She is so supportive of us that she ended up feeling sad when she found out that I was dating another guy, and when I married him she wished me well, but she was still sad that I didn't have her son.

I always said that Lyan and I were just good friends, I consider him my brother.

Of course, after my marriage, Maycon was jealous and that ended up pushing me away from Lyan a little, but as we've already seen, that didn't affect our friendship.

At least, I didn't feel anything different between us.

With these thoughts, I end up sleeping.