Warren continued staring at me with lots of questions in his head. He wasn't satisfied with my answer, but I doubt that there's more to tell him.
Should I just tell him everything? Should I just tell him the whole truth?What difference would it make if I told him that after our divorce, I was so lost, broken and in grief especially that I was pregnant and I will have to raise them by myself.I was jobless, I don't even have a penny to pay for my fare. All I own was left in the mansion because they refused to give me anything that could protect me form the storm and the harsh wind.As if that wasn't enough, I found out that the people I thought were my biological parents were actually my kidnappers who took me from my real family when I was a baby.Then a few days after that, when I was just about to move on and stand up with both of my feet. Ivy came and disrupted my life.She threatened and me and placed me and my babies life in danger. She even went"France?" I thought to myself. Are they playing tricks with me? Have they all planned this all along. "France? What are you going to do in France?" I questioned their crazy decision.I vowed to myself that I will never step in to that country again. I don't think I can even take a look at that place without having a breakdown. It's filled with all the bitter memories I have with Warren, knowing that what happened to us out there was just an act.He was pretending that he cared for me, that he was sorry for ignoring me for a week, when the truth is he just took me to a vacation and made me fall deeply in love with him than what I thought I could possibly do so that he could break my heart badly once he tells me the truth about his relationship with Ivy.He is heartless and a manipulator. He manipulated me with his charms and empty promises. He made me look like a fool."France is a great country mom, I saw a video about it in the internet. I wanted to visit there
The kids were enjoying the view up in the airplane. As soon as we were up on the sky, they didn't stop moving around and taking pictures of the clouds outside."I can't believe that we are flying over the clouds," Charlie told us happily while Charles is taking a lot of pictures that he's going to send to Drew and Lisa."Guys, you should rest. We have a long trip ahead." I told them."Where are we going to sleep? Charles asked."Choose any seat you want, settle down and take some rest. You need your energy once we landed, come on.""Oh, no, we have beds in the plane where you can sleep," Warren told them."Beds?" Charlie asked in surprise.She's so amused with what she saw just now. She loved how the plane had comfy chairs and we are the only people in here. It's like we are traveling in the house, just like what she said.Warren stood up to show us where the bedroom is which is by the end of the room where we are in earlier.The bedroom
It's exactly dinner time when we arrived in France. We all ate our lunch on the plane and even though we were flying in the air, the foods that were prepared for us are expensive and delicious.We ate gourmet soup, steak, and juice for the twins. Warren offered me some liquor, but I declined. I was never a fan of alcohol, but I experienced getting drunk once when Amelia died. Ever since then, I started drinking alcohol occasionally. I just don't want to be drunk or feel tipsy in front of Warren.The meal we had was freshly cooked, proving that this plane even has a kitchen of its own. I never saw anything like this. I don't even know that this is possible.The kids couldn't believe that we already landed. They were so caught up in keeping their father's attention to them and just being kids.As soon as they left their room, they went back to being their original selves again. Being energetic, troublesome, and not getting tired at all. I'm not even sure if they sl
How am I going to explain this?As soon as I saw the familiar small house that we lived in during our honeymoon and the month vacation that we had, days before our divorce, my heart fluttered and at the same time I was confused.I remember Warren's reason why he bought this house in this country. He saw how I liked it in France, how I was happy with him in this country and he knew that we would be coming here too often so he bought this place where we could stay for our vacation.I can't believe that he still kept this place even after four years of our divorce. Didn't he want to get rid of our memories? Or was I just nothing at all to him that this place doesn't make him feel any kind of emotion?I looked at him, trying to read his face as he looked back at me too with soft eyes. All I saw in him was sincerity and determination. For what? I don't know.What are his intentions really? Is he just doing this for the twins and for closure or is he doing this fo
I turned on my bed as I woke up from my sleep. I sighed at the soft mattress below me and the fluffy blanket wrapped around me. This bed feels so cozy that I never wanted to wake up.My eyes shot open when reality and memories flooded to my brain. I cursed when I saw what bedroom I am in.I forgot that I'm in France with Warren living in our vacation house. For a moment, my sleep made me forget my problems. I thought I was still at home sleeping in my room.I yawned and stretched my arms above my head. I badly want to go back to sleep once more, but I need to do my duties as a mother and face my problem with Warren.Just as I'm about to remove the covers from my lap and jump off the bed, someone barged into my room and opened the door harshly with a loud bang, shocking me and taking my sleepiness away."Good morning, mommy!" Charlie shouted. I immediately recognized her thin voice before she appeared running towards my side.Charles ran towards the wind
I have no idea about Warren's plan for our vacation. He didn't tell me anything and I feel embarrass to ask. My main goal is to avoid him at all costs. That includes avoiding starting conversations with him and being here while being not. My sole purpose is to accompany the kids and to watch over them to make sure that unprecedented things won't happen again just like how it did when I first trusted Warren with the kids. Other than that, I won't use my existence to stop the kids from enjoying time with their father.When the car took turns on streets that I'm familiar with and when I started seeing some of the familiar buildings, I just wanted the ground to swallow me and remove me from this trip. We are going to The Louvre, the place where the memories I had of him that never failed me cry exist.I will never forget the things we did in that place. How could I ever forget that? Before, whenever I think of The Louvre, I thought of the books I read, but now all that I remem
"When Warren looked at me and waited for my face to expose any emotion, did I also looked at him to search if this place affected him too?" I asked myself in thought. "What did I feel when he looked at me with his sad eyes? Did I feel hope, anger or..." I shook my thoughts away as my mind gets deeper and deeper with questions I'm afraid to answer.However, I knew the answer.I looked at Warren's face because I was expecting an emotion from him. Was I satisfied with what I saw? I couldn't tell because I was numb. I felt numb and confused about everything. Before I knew what I want.I want to forget Warren, to live a life without him, and learn to love myself for the children. But when he came, he disrupted everything. He placed doubts in my mind and dug out the things I was hiding in my heart. When he came, he changed everything.Maybe he didn't change everything, he just made me more honest with myself."Why are you doing this Warren? What are you doing to m
Amelia used to tell me to never harbor any anger in your heart. She told me that no matter how hurt I was, I had to forgive all the people who had wronged, even those who nearly killed me."Why?" I would ask her every time she reminds me that."Because that's how we experience peace." That's always had been her answer and I would think she's right, but I procrastinated on forgiving them.Forgiveness can be procrastinated by not thinking about it, by avoiding it and focusing on the present without facing the past. It worked for me. I thought it did.When she died I remembered her words about forgiveness and I remember her story of forgiving herself for the death of her husband and daughter. She wasn't responsible for their death, but she felt that she was. So even though she had nothing to do with it, she learned to forgive herself and that's how she lived alone and still in peace.Even though she's dead, her words about forgiveness haunted me, so I forgive t