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Sandra's povGeorge was getting impatient and I couldn't blame him much after all he had been a dedicated father figure tomy triplets for the past 5 years.As for me all I've done is basically string him along year in and year out the truth was that I hope that eventually I would be able to get over the fact that he was my adopted brother.Maybe developed feelings for him but every time I looked at him it was as if he had adopted brother plus that over his face and I couldn't get over it as much as I tried. There were nights when I was verbally beating up myself for not loving him.He wasn't bad to look at, and he was also sweet nice and consider it even though he could be a bit pushy sometimes but that was all of just part of his over protectiveness.Honestly he deserved somebody who would love him with all of their heart.I woke up every morning hoping I could be that somebody. But as much as I did love him I was not in love with him. My heart didn't race around him. Seeing him

Sandra's pov I took the modeling world by storm. The first thing I did was create an active social media page with regular posts and updates. My content ranged from beauty tips to relationship advice. And my most viral video that had over 7 million views across platforms was the one where I told people about what happened in my previous relationship. Unmost of my videos that were usually polished and well thought through I was drunk and just grabbed my phone out of my purse, I took the video and told everyone about my love story…how my ex-husband slept with someone who was also close to me.By the time I had sobered up I was looking through my phone and the notifications kept pouring in that day alone I got about 5,000 subscribers and they kept going up. More people discovered my other content and were really interested. They wanted to support me in my dream of becoming a model again after taking such a long break. At the moment when I thought I was going to give up, doors start

Sandra's pov “Marriage?” I threw the word back at him, “-but George everything else aside you're like a brother to me, it wouldn't make sense and–”“I hate when you say that!” He said bringing his hands to his side and clenching his fists. “There's not a drop of blood between us, besides…” he lowered his voice, “... we've crossed a line that no true brother or sister would,” I shifted with discomfort.Every time I tried to replay the memories of that night I would slam headfirst into a blank wall of nothing.Like it never even happened.But I couldn't deny the wave of satisfaction that came at me that morning.Or the way my legs trembled like gelatin.But then I'd remember how that night had been shared with my foster brother and any fluttering feeling would be squashed instantly.“I understand,” I mused, “But getting married is a big deal–”“I'm ready,” He said, “I'll be more than happy to step up,” He looked so eager to fill the shoes of a father that I almost felt bad for shootin

Sandra's pov“That's impossible!” I spluttered out trying to control myself, “I'm on birth control,” I told the doctor confidently. The doctor looked at me with kind understanding eyes, “I understand Ma'am, but no contraceptive is 100%–” I didn't let her finish, instead I slammed the test results on a hard desk, vibrating down to our legs.“I want a second opinion,” The doctor tried to reassure me that the test was valid, but I wasn't listening. No, I didn't want to listen. However, my denial began to crumble after taking three more pregnancy tests in three more hospitals, all of them screaming the same thing at me. After the final test, I walked out of the hospital. The consciousness of a small life growing inside of me overwhelmed everything, but what was more horrifying was that this child could have come from my and my foster brother's DNA. Then I remember my ex-husband, the note. We were supposed to meet up but I didn't show up. As much as I hated him right now, a par

Sandra's pov Last night was a mistake.A fluke in judgment, it was bound to happen. I wasn't made of bricks and I'd been drunk out of my mind, a lot of it was blurry in my mind and brought a curdle in my stomach. The smell of his cologne still lingered faintly on my sheets. My nose scrunched up with disgust. A faint warmth emanated from the sheets, it wasn't long since he left. There was a sink in my stomach when I saw the note stuck to my nightstand. It read; “Baby, I'm sorry about last night. I was drunk too, but I should have resisted, but…it's been so long, I was dying to run my fingers in your hair and bury myself in your scent. Baby, I'll be waiting at our spot two weeks from now. No pressure or anything. All I'm asking for is five minutes to explain myself. Please, Baby, I'm losing my mind without you.” I crushed the note into my palm, my heart throbbing against my ribs. What was there to explain? I wouldn't let him gaslight me. But…what if by some slim chance that may

Sandra's pov“Lucas!” I hated how my voice rang out with concern, betraying my concern. He'd lost his balance on the stairs and fallen to the bottom wrenching with pain. Before I knew it, my legs were running down, halfway through I took hold of myself. This man had betrayed me, there was no need for me to rush to his aid like this. His eyes, blurred behind the alcohol, rolled through my body. Big orbs of blue begging me to forgive him, but I couldn't. To think that only a week ago, we'd been on this staircase together. I was telling him that I was going to be on the cover for a certain magazine I'd been eyeing forever, and with his hands wrapped around my waist, he'd listened. Back then, I thought that we were going to be happy forever. Now I couldn't even stand to look at him. I made sure that the divorce was as messy as possible, plastering his betrayal for the world to see. Of course, I knew that my ex-husband was too powerful a man to fully collapse just because of t