Annabelle's POV
Face buried deep in the pillow, I laid on my bed and felt the tears quietly run down my cheeks. All the days of agony were heavy in my heart, and no matter how hard I tried the tears would not stop.
I understood that seeing me this way was pissing my mother off,considering the fact that I ignored her warnings and advice against marrying Adrien,she kept emphasising on how he wasn’t the perfect man for me.Now here I was, confronting the fallout, pregnant and alone, divorced by the man meant to be loving me.
The door creaked open, and without looking up,I knew it was her, her signature citrus scented perfume too prominent too ignore.
"And what do you think your doing?" Mom finally spoke up after watching me for a few minutes. She sighed before walking over to the bedside,once she realized she wasn't going to get a reply from me.I gently raised my head, dabbing at my tear stained face while avoiding direct eye contact with her.
"I'm sorry,I really tried not to" I mutt
