CASSEYI sit in my bedroom, crying. I have never been so scared the way I am right now. What have I done? Sergio is going not going to have mercy on me this time; he is going to kill me and take my baby away from me – the baby that is not even his.I am back at home with my baby, and everything is just coming back to me. I am a bad person, and it hurt innocent people in the process. I read on social media about Paula’s accident and her being in a coma. It is my fault and what is worse is that she might die, I do not know. And now Sergio has been arrested for assault because of me! Everything is not going according to how I thought it would, but it is going against me. It is a mess.Diego decides to wail out of the blue, annoyingly. I cover my ears with my hands and close my eyes, but Diego’s screams are piercing.“Shut up, Diego! Can’t you see mommy is crying too? Mommy is also human, and she is hurting, okay?” I pick him up and hug him dearly. “I am so sorry, baby. Mommy is a bad per
SERGIOApollo has come to visit me in my holding cell, and I just found out from him that my wife is awake. She has been up for two days now, and it hurts me so much that I was not the one she had woken up to. It is all my fault. If it was not because of me, maybe we wouldn’t all be where we are today. I probably do deserve to be locked in here because my wife does not deserve me.Whom am I fooling? I already feel like I am going crazy. I miss Paula so much, and I wish I could just hold her. How is she doing? Does she miss me? Is she worried about me? Is she still mad at me? I wish I could hear her voice and talk to her, but it can never happen when I am locked up in here. Damn, I should have just killed Bruce and got arrested for something relevant. I know that he is only trying to prove a point by not dropping the charges. I am yet to go to court tomorrow morning and hopefully, I get bail. My superiors are giving me a very hard time for not pulling myself together. I was supposed to
SERGIO When I got home last night, I did not even want to talk to my mother. I went straight to my bedroom and locked myself in there. I never knew that I would hurt so much, I mean, it is true when they say you never know what you have until it is gone, and I feel it. Do not get me wrong, I always knew what I had with Paula, but she was worth more than anything, and losing her is like losing my own life. But I learned that she does not deserve me. I kept so many things away from her that I wished she would have given me a chance last night to tell her everything so that she won’t have to hurt again anymore. I just want her to move on from all the pain I have caused her, but I am yet to break her heart again. Sigh. I grab my phone from the pedestal and make my first call of the day. I have so much going on and I wish I had the power to resolve them all at once. “Hey, Apollo; what’s up?” I ask as soon as he answers the phone. “Hey, nothing much; I am just taking your dogs for a mo
PAULAI have had so many visitors coming to check on me, and I am so happy to know that there are people who still cared about me, like my work colleagues, old friends, and Angela. I was hoping to see Carolina walking in, but I guess she will never come.With all the physical pain that I am enduring all over my body, it can never be compared to the one that I am feeling in my heart. I have never felt so disappointed and hurt as I am. I cannot believe I grew up believing that Belinda is my mother. I loved that woman, I admired her style, and she was the reason I studied fashion design because I idolised her and loved the way she dressed. She loved clothes as much as I did. She was so beautiful, and I thought that we both had something in common because she was my mother, but it was all a lie. She was ugly on the inside, and she hated me. It just makes sense now.“What makes sense?”I gasp, looking up at Jade from the wheelchair.“Did I say that out loud?” I ask, shyly dropping my eyes.
SERGIOI am probably going insane right now. But who cares? I brought it all to myself and I deserve it. I am like the glue to everything that is happening. Losing my wife and losing my son. It is probably for the best, I mean, they probably don’t deserve me. I was never honest with both women anyway, but that is the only thing I am probably sorry for. What I won’t be sorry for is my job. I had to lie about it in order for me to get justice, and unfortunately, Paula got caught up in it. But no matter how other people may see it, I never used Paula. Firstly, I resisted her when she confessed her feelings to me, and secondly, I genuinely love her, so no one should fucking tell me that I used her to get what I wanted from her. I fucking love that girl!I take the bottle of my whiskey and swig it. I turn up all the volume of the music playing on TV. I am playing instrumental music that helps me think and right now Bitter Sweet Symphony by David Garrett is playing. I am sitting in the midd
PAULITA As soon as my husband left, I was helped back to my bedroom and to my surprise, I found a bouquet of flowers, red and white roses to be specific, and a toiletry bag. On the bedside table, there is a basket of fruits and goodies. I roll the wheels of the wheelchair towards the bed and pick up the bouquet and inhale them, smile, and pull the card out before I read it. “I know I messed up, and I know that you are mad at me, which you have every right to be by the way, but all I am asking for is a chance to explain everything and be clean to you. What I do not want is to lose you. You are special, my baby girl. I love you so much, and please believe me when I tell you that my intention was not to hurt you; I was just afraid to hurt you and lose you. Please forgive me and come back home to me. I promise I will make things right. Love, Sergio,” To be honest, a lot has been broken, and it is going to take a while before we fix it. I love Sergio so much and to be honest, I want
SERGIOThey say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Right now, I feel like I am given both limes and lemons, and I still don’t know which one is the sourest between them. That is how complicated my life is, and I just have to swallow the bitter taste the lemons and limes leave in my throat.I am at home with my two lovely women who have just added more stress to my stress. I feel like hitting my head against the wall and just dying with everything because I am just surrounded by darkness, and I feel responsible for everything that is happening around me.I look at my son — I mean, Diego. He is peacefully sleeping on my bed after crying so much. He does not deserve what is going on right now, and a child like this does not need to stay in a home that is not happy. I am not happy right now, and I will not heal any time soon. I am crushed, and I will be more crushed when the tests prove that Diego is not my son.I love him so much, and I know that he loves me too. How can he not b
PAULATwo days ago, we arrived on the island. My husband is not okay, and every time I ask him what the matter is; he tells me that he almost lost me. He is scared, he is shaken, but I know that it is not me. Something is really triggering him, but all he cares about is my well-being and wants me to get better.I want my husband to get better as well!I am in the bedroom, watching a movie on Netflix called ME TIME. Whoever gave birth to Kevin Hart should be held responsible for my cause of death. I just cannot stop laughing. Why do people hate it so much? If I could, I would give it one hundred stars because it is hilarious.I wish I was not watching it alone. I am lonely, and I miss my husband. He takes the guestroom while I take the main bedroom. I know that I am the one that suggested it but, I kind of want him back. I miss him.I take my phone and scroll to his number and just look at it. I do not know why I always feel scared to call him, but I have no choice because he does not