Histoire De Ma Vie Novels & Stories

He took my right away to tell him the trauma of my past when I was ready. As the hot water hit my body, memories flooded my mind of the day I lost my parents when they ex-communicated me several years ago for coming out gay. The day I stood in tears at my grandfather's door as he accepted me into his home. The worst memory of them all was the day I lost my grandfather to lung cancer. I felt emotions coming up again before I ran to the toilet and threw up again. I felt his hands on my waist before he said sheepishly, "Let me help you to bed."

Talk about this lifetime. I actually like it. I was already born rich with parents heirs to a multibillion company. Money, fame and power at the palm of my hands. Of course, I wasn’t a typical rich kid, but it all became clear to me that I truly wasn’t typical when my memories of the past began to return bit by bit. Now, I believe in reincarnation. But I sometimes wonder if Lianne’s emerald stone had something to do with this twist of fate.

My stomach tightened, an entirely different kind of nausea than the morning’s. “There’s no version of this staying private forever,” he said. “The clinic error. You living here. Eventually, the pregnancy itself, once it’s visible. I have a public life whether I want one or not, and the moment any part of this reaches the press, and it will, they won’t print the truth. They’ll print whatever sells.” “So what are you saying?”