Lahat ng Kabanata ng Make me fall in love: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Jennifer's POVWhen I got home, Ben wasn't here, I should have guessed it, we just finished college and we have holidays now, of course he was going to be with Maria the majority of the time. Sometimes I wonder if they ever get bored of each other, they're literally all the time together.I don't know what I was expecting to find but this? Was not it.Richard was laying on the couch, he was wearing one of big sweaters that is gifted by me. He has this big ass cover over him as if it was cold. His eyes were red as if he had been crying without sleeping the whole night. His watery eyes confirmed it. His nose was red too and there was a lot of tissues around. I would have laughed in any other moment, karma's a bitch, he did this to me. But I am too busy regretting for hurting him this way . My heart sank as I dropped my handbag and walked over to him to wrap my arms around her."I'm not sad, I'm not crying." he said, "I just have a cold.""Do you want me to make you some soup?" I ask hi

Jennifer's POV"Oh guys! We have to buy him the little thing where they sleep, what's it called?" I heard Sasha's voice"A crib." Cindy shouts back."Yeah and diapers and toys, oh my God, can we buy him a—"And that's how the next hour went by. The guys were too excited to even think about all the things they were buying, the baby has clothes that he won't be able to use until he's a year old... The guys were all 'aw'ing' and buying things like there's no tomorrow and I was just thinking about where was I going to put all that in my apartment? A baby is a huge responsibility and we're acting like this is a toy I'm holding, like we're just going to play with it dress up and when we get bored we're just going to leave it there. We ended up going home with a bunch of things that the baby actually needed after I scolded them all for acting like the baby was just a toy.When we got to my house, I had to head straight to my room with Cindy following behind with the diapers, right after we g

Richard's P.O.V I was just getting home, it was around 3 in the morning and I was completely exhausted. I just wanted to go to my room and sleep until tomorrow afternoon. However, the universe or fate or whatever the fuck you want to call it, had other plans for me. Jennifer was in the living room with the lights off, the only light was coming from the hallway, she was sitting at the couch on her phone texting like she always is, I fought the urge to roll my eyes, ignoring the jealousy and the other few feelings I had just thinking about who she was talking to. There was a bottle of alcohol on the table and a glass and one of them bucket with ice.I sighed trying to get her attention but she ignored me. I should head to my room because I'm tired as hell and I shouldn't want to talk to Jennifer right now given that we haven't talk for time but... I miss her. It is as simple as that, I miss her. "Finally, I thought you weren't coming home." She said finally looking at me, her eyes s

**Richard's POV**I haven't seen Jennifer for four months now. I can totally understand why Jennifer doesn't want to see me anymore. I am a fucked up selfish man. I had my entire life planned out and was waiting for Hannah to come from jail. I am supposed to be in a job after finishing the university . But no, I got into the mess and our ugly breakup is worse. Jennifer doesn't deserve it. I was selfish and a confused man. I took safe option. Jennifer deserves better. I could've said it nicely rather than being harsh with me. She doesn't lie unlike me in our relationship .If me snapping at her and breaking up with her was bad enough, then the very next morning ,most horrible thing happened. Someone had shot our last conversation and sold it to the paparazzi. Almost every magazine has a picture of Jennifer crying while walking away from Marcus studio. Our relationship story was almost covered in two pages." Player gets played " stated a magazine . Some magazine said I used her for ge

Richard's P.O.VFlashes and more flashes, all the fucking time. I was so tired from the flight, I just wanted to go home and sleep. But then again, do I have a home? The only place I could call a home was my Nana's place but she passed away two years ago and shortly after, my father passed too. I can't explain how I feel about it, I didn't even get to say goodbye or that I loved him or that I was sorry. I didn't even get to tell him that I wasn't angry anymore, my father passed away thinking that I hated him. My mother didn't even want me to go to my dad's funeral, something about the press and the paparazzi. we managed to keep it off the public eye, nobody found out and as far as people knew, I was in Canada that week. After my father's private funeral, my mother didn't look at me, she didn't say a word, she left in tears by my brother's arm. I guess I deserve it. I left after that, the first flight out of that town, out of that city and out of that state. I couldn't stand being so f