<b>Chapter </b><b>29</b>
Dominic
At <b>my </b>blunt question, Carme sits up more and ces a hand on her chest, seemingly offended. “And you think that bitch gives a damn about the children?”
“Yes, she does and I saw it.”
“Ugh! Are you taking her side right now?”
“I’m just pointing out that she actually does give a damn about those children and you clearly don’t. You said it yourself”
I get off the couch so I can stand by the window. I’m already getting upset about this.
Just then, she holds onto my hand so she can make me sit back down, but I just stand there.
“Babe,” she begins, “you know how much I suffered during my marriage. I went through so much abuse: It’s only after I met you that I’m learning to open up again. Maybe with time, I’ll begin to care enough about those children.”
ist want to hold her. Everything she’s ever told me about her then husband was horrible.
Her words make me turn around and I just
“Come here.” I pull her out of her seat.
She rises to her feet and I wrap my
ap my arms around her.
Resting her face on my chest, she says, “I’m willing to try.”
“What?” I look down at her.
“Yeah, one of these days, I could go to the orphanage or something. I don’t have to specifically go with <b>you</b>. I could go with that bitch you’ve left home alone, I really want to try.””
This is exactly the type of attitude I wanted to see from her. I’m d she’s willing to give this a try.
“That’s my girl. Now…” I scoop her up suggestively <b>and </b>she giggles as she kicks her legs around. Tonight’s about to get wild.
Vanessa
It’s 10 in the morning and my phone keeps buzzing with notifications. It’s all about yesterday. The most difficult thing is filtering the news and whatever’s trending online.
I only want to see everything the press had to say about Penelope, but I keeping across the moments when Dominic took care He’s even beenbeled the best husband anyone can ask for
of me.
ch to the
press, I hid my face in his chest. That clip is everywhere and now I’m a little embarrassed, I hope And the moment he gave that speech to
reaction. he believes I was acting, even if that was a genuine
Yesterday, I had started to feel like things were changing between us, but when he brought me home and told me he would spend the night with Carme, it brought me back to reality.
Whatever I was feeling is gone now. It meant nothing, which is why I’ve decided to start doing whatever I want and not give a damn about him or even consider that he’s starting to care about me.
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<b>Now </b>that my leg is no longer filled with so much difort, <b>I’ve </be to visit my father and I have a small bag bealde ma.
“<b>How </b>are you feeling, my child?” He leans forward while sitting not too far from me on the living room couch.
I’m alright. I give him a smile.
“I didn’t call you yesterday because I only saw it not too long before you arrived here.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the clip of you in the toy store. I knew how you were feeling,”
I chuckle softly. “What matters is you still saw it. That moment was so emotional for me. Actually, I brought something with me.”
As soon as I take out the pink bear and hand it to him, he ces his hand over his mouth for a second, clearly affected by it.
“You actually bought it?” His voice trembles with emotion.
“Yes, I did. I’m finally learning to open up. I’ve avoided this for so long and <b>now </b>I feel like I can be at peace.”
“This reminds me so much of your mother. Had she still been by my side today, she would have had white hair and wrinkles, like me.”
“Dad, stop.” I chuckle, looking up at the ceiling so I don’t give the tears a chance to stream down my cheeks. “There’s something I didn’t tell
you.”
“What is it?” His voice isced with concern.
“I recently had a nightmare about mom. It was the worst.”Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.
He reaches for my hand. “Can you tell me about it if it’s not too much for you?”
“It was the same moment when she died, but I could still see her standing in the corner. I guess I still wanted to see her back on her feet.”
“Oh my child. Come here.”
In my father’s embrace, I finally break down and rest my head on his shoulder.
“It’s alright. Everything will be alright. With Dominic by your side that night, I’m certain he eased your pain.”
I instantly wipe my tears at the thoughts running through my mind. Dominic and I don’t sleep in the same bed. He doesn’t even know about. this. Now that I think about it, I have to tell him. I can’t imagine him spending time with my father, who would then bring it up and Dominic would be clueless. That would be a dead giveaway that the two of <b>us </b>aren’t as close as we seem.
your husband this morning?” He breaks the hug.
“And how’s you
Forcing a smile, I say, “He’s great. He had some work to do. That’s why I couldn’te with him.”
I don’t bother to say much as I remind myself how I had gotten carried away by all he did for me yesterday.
As my father and I take a walk around the house in which I grew up, he tells me all about the investments and how things <b>are </b>only getting better for hispany. I’m d this resulted in something great, something he’s worked so hard for.
I decide to spend more time with him and we reminisce about a lot of things. We also have a home cooked meal together, which I personally prepare despite having the maidservants
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Chapter 29
Spending time with him was lovely and now I feel I can head home.
It’s alreadyte in the afternoon and I wonder what I should do next. Is it shopping? Or maybe pamper myself at a luxurious spa?
When I get home and walk through the front <b>door</b><b>, </b><b>I </b>spot Dominic on the living room couch, drinking some whiskey. I wasn’t expecting to find him home.
“Hey, when did you get back?” I ask <b>as </b>I approach him.
After sipping from his ss of whiskey, he res at me as he gets up and <b>says</b>, “Where were you?”
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