All Chapters of Always Been You: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~Dante~I’m in a lot of trouble! Having to work alongside Lola has been an excruciating experience. I’ve reached the point where I’m not sure if I can continue to take it anymore. I’ve tried to ignore my desire to be with her, but it’s hard to ignore what my heart desires right now. Maybe I am at fault after all. Perhaps I was the one who made it difficult for her to tell me she was pregnant. I’m not sure if I was ever unapproachable, but it could have been my fault after all. I just can’t get over how she makes me feel. I have been riding solo to like 3–4 times daily, and it’s fucking not enough. I’m in desperate need of a regular release, but if I go looking for it anywhere else, the process will be thrown off completely. It would be the same as starting over completely from scratch. I don’t know what is going on, but one thing I know is that there is still hope for me and Lola. Even if we do end up getting a divorce, it won’t be because of any animosity between us; rather, it will

~Dante~"May I have this dance, my lady?" says the Asian-accented guy as he pushes her towards him, causing me to loosen my grip on her. I blinked and opened my eyes to meet my worst nightmare, Shin Suzuki.No, Bunny, he doesn’t get to get the first dance; I am your fucking husband, damn it!You must be wondering why Shin and I don’t see eye-to-eye. To tell the truth, this is a very lengthy tale."Seems like I can finally have that dance, Mr. Monroe."Fucking no! Hell fucking no!I didn’t do anything more than just stand there and give Hinata a look that said, "Don’t you fucking get the message," and then I walked away. I found myself walking toward Mr. Suzuki, the man who fucking needed to call his children into order. My wife is the target of one of them, while I am the target of the other."Dante Monroe, you sure have a beautiful and talented wife, and a smart one at that." He said this as he sipped his champagne and raised his glass. It makes no difference to me; we have to talk a

~Dante~ Whoever said, "When you love someone, you have to be willing to let them go," was most certainly making fun of me. I did let her go to her boyfriend, or whatever the fuck she calls him. I just fucking let the love of my life go. The events of today reaffirmed the fact that Lola is the most important thing in my life. I seriously doubt that she will ever go through anything remotely comparable to what we did today with that dickhead. Why does he have to show up everywhere? Who told him Lola and I was here? I am confident that she will come back. It hurts that she chose him after what we’ve just shared. I am not going to fight for Lola; she knows where her home is. Her home is with me and our kids. If she wants to try a new dick, she can go ahead and do just that, but in the end, she will come back home to us. I went to bed with a smile, knowing that she would eventually come back; it was just a matter of time. The following morning, I got up bright and early and headed to my p

~Lola~ I made my way to the bed and hesitantly positioned myself next to it. I know my husband isn’t a better man, but Dante didn’t deserve this. I am so confused right now, and I feel like I am also making the same mistakes he did. But even so, I’m not entirely sure if I love both my husband and Mason or if I just like the way the two of them make me feel. Am I with Dante because of the kids, or because I actually do love him? Do not misunderstand me; there was a time when I would have done anything to get his attention, but things are not the same as they were before. Dante struck me where it hurts the most, and as a result, he caused me to question both my self-worth and whether I would ever be enough for him, as well as whether our promise was pointless in the first place. I know he apologized, but did I really forgive him, or was my feeling for him pressuring me or the desire to get laid after a long, good six years bothering me? Even though I am only human, I have to put aside m

~Lola~As I glanced at the time displayed on the wall of my office, I crossed my right leg over my left one and sat in a crossed-legged position.Nothing about the file that I am currently holding comes to mind at all. I reviewed the file multiple times, from beginning to end. Everything was in order, but something was amiss. Today is supposed to be my first day at work. These documents have my signature, and I am Mrs. Monroe. Who is Mr. Monroe?I try to push the thought out of my mind while at the same time trying to remember where I signed these documents because, according to Mason, today is my first day at this company. Wait a minute, what is my name? The lady from the HR department treated me as though I were this VIP person. Is Mr. Monroe an important person? I swatted it away once more. I pulled myself to my feet, still holding the file, and walked toward an office. To my surprise, it seemed as though I already knew where the office was located. There is no way today is my firs