Chapter 50

~Lola~

Sadness, emptiness, detachment, and rage are all emotions that I’m experiencing. Right now, I am at a stage where my body is numb, my mind is numb, but my heart, my heart, is bursting at the seams right now. He wanted to make my life miserable. I don’t blame him; I blame myself for holding on to his promises. I was blindly giving myself to him because I thought he hadn’t forgotten his promise. The first time I thought he hadn’t forgotten his promise. I knew the promise had long been forgotten the second time I slept with him, but because I loved him and the idea of marrying the only man I’d ever loved, I voluntarily gave myself to him as a form of goodbye. For all these years, because of him, I lost my happiness, and my kids lost their father. I gave my children the love that he should have been giving them and the duties that should have been fulfilled by him because I didn’t want them to think about him, at least not yet. One thing is for sure: I hate him. I hate Dante Monroe