4 – Za

e grab a cup at the coffee shop nearest to the school. She

ara?" she asked bluntly as soon

responding, "Yes, I'm st

mined my face. I knew she was worried; she was the firs

wedding. I thought you'd have realized by now that living with that man is like living in hell

u didn't force me into his bed that night. I was willing," I a

'm sure he'd be more than happy

e that simple,

isn't

has to be the one to initiate it, and as his wife, I can't do anything that w

up in such a tumultuous environment isn't healthy. Plus, I truly believe you'

asted six years waiting for him to change, but it seem

happen. It's been six years, and he still feels nothing for you! He never liked you from t

I conceded, what

u happy. Don't ever settle for less

don't know how," I confessed, sharing m

. He could help you

or heaven's sake, he co

or you, Zara. Come on, girl. Divorce the jerk and find happin

riend," I r

d. "If he didn't, he wouldn't have been so devastate

s, Antoinette. He was

nancy. But did you know he was considering adopting your chi

ffed, the memory of my wedding day still a

ra. Nick's number hasn't

hy you're so chatty today," I protest

tting a while longer. But when Antoinette kept bringing up Nich

the campus immediately. So, I managed to head home

pick him up. I once suggested to Lucas that we could use the school bus service, bu

I studied my reflection, a smirk of disappointment on my face. Dark circ

me I tried to take care of myself, he would accuse me of having an affair. He'd say that since I

a bas

arm, but he knew exactly how to to

rom school and instructing him to take a b

store, which had become one of our cherished bonding moments during the weekend. Sometimes, I

e asked as soon as we returne

vorite channel - Cartoon Network. When it came to wat

as was currently seeing. Speaking of Lucas, he hadn't come home last night and me

is dirty secret hidden. He was so influential that he'd managed

ng to the kitchen to cook your favorite meal, de

- vegetables with chicken. I roasted his preferred pumpkin

imed it was terrible, but Enrique never had a problem with it.

dy, so I went back to the living room w

. Usually, he'd leap up from his seat to check th

aid, pointing at the television where a

n't. Seeing Enrique's tear-filled eyes shattered my heart a million times over. I knew this conversation wa

ove us anymore?" he asked,

eath, fighting b

choices that hurt others, and it's

ve us?" he persiste

before replying, "Your father i

the weekends?" my son asked again, loo

. "Sometimes, people don't consider how their actions

nmistakable. It crushed me to see him in pain lik

e to play with me,

always be here for you," I reassured

ney. But I also knew that no matter what, I would always be there for my son, help

ry," I w

he asked, leavin