All Chapters of Just Got Lucky (BOOK 1): Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

61L I N D Y My entire body was shaking, from the top of my head down to the tips of my toes.I absolutely cannot think of the best way to describe myself but I know I did not like the situation that I am in right now.Fear.There is just this immense amount of fear inside me.Fear.It is an unpleasant and negative emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain or a threat.Fear, my entire body is filled with nothing, but fear,Threat.I was too oblivious that she was the one who was the mastermind, out of all this.How could she do this?How could a woman be this cruel?How could a woman plot something so evil?I can tell that Bailey has always had a statement of an intention to inflict pain, injury, damage, or other hostile action on someone in retribution for something done or not done.I struggled in opening the door in all rooms inside the house since my hands were tied behind me too tight and I could not move much as I want to. I tried

63M I L OEver since my argument with Gwyneth, we never really talked as much as we used to. I understand why she was feeling that way and I understand why she had avoided me since she hated what I have done. Of all people, I thought she would be the one who would understand me because she is my sibling, but then I was wrong.She made me feel even worst. I tried to understand where her anger was coming from and obviously, she was gutted that I said and did those things to Jolene. I know she could not believe me that I treated Jolene that way because she has always hated it when I do things that hurt women since I was brought up by women too.I wish my words could change anything to what she sees me now but then I know I can never take back the things I did and the things I said to her.Sometimes I wish she could have understood me and why I had to do it. The night before the band’s world tour started, someone came to my house late at night and rang the doorbell many times which woke

65M I L OThey were so tiny.Very tiny.So fragile. So delicately adorable. I stare at them from outside the glass window and my heart swells with these crazy emotions that are building up inside me the more I stare at how tiny and angelic they looked. Staring at them, I did not know that I could love more my sweet Lindy for carrying my little soldiers who are now battling with their own lives. I had no idea that these tiny creatures would actually make me feel much more whole in some way. I glance at the tubes and machines that were surrounding them to help them survive and grow and I know they are fighters and that they will grow stronger. I know. I know they will. I watch as their chests go up and down while they were breathing as they were moving their tiny hands around and subtly kicked their small feet. It was amazing how they looked and how their tiny movements could actually surprise me and amaze me at the same time. Absentmindedly, I am staring at them with a smile on m

67L I N D YSaint Francis Sanitarium had a different way of treatment which had been pretty much helpful for my recovery. They also had strict rules about visitors, no one was really allowed to see the patients who are under treatments like me to avoid problems, complications, and miscalculations. There were no cellphones allowed inside and Wi-Fi as well to avoid any social media. Although they allowed gifts from the outside, it was still hard not to be able to see everyone. I didn’t let my negative emotions get the worst of me because I had to be strong for myself and my kids and for everyone else who is waiting for me to head out of this mental facility. I faced this battle head on and even though it was hard for me to accept the changes that I have had, emotionally and mentally, I am still very thankful for the support that I am getting from my family, friends, and of course Milo.Milo has been sending me hand written letters every day which is something I always look forward to

69L I N D Y After the honeymoon, I bravely decided to go back to college and finish where I left off. Milo has been very supportive of my decisions and he has been my confidante in almost anything that I do and I want to do. He would confront me about what would be the best and would advise me when things get harder or more confusing. He is just there constantly supporting me which means so much to me after everything.When he asked me if I would move in with him to London, I did not hesitate to agree with him because all my life anywhere with him, whether it is in London, Peru, Spain, South Africa, the Philippines, or anywhere around the world, I would want to be with him. Always. Mom and dad felt sad when they found out that I was moving to another continent which made them feel a little bit emotional before we parted ways. Although they understand that things are going to be different now that I am getting older and wiser and have plans set on ahead of me with Milo. Yet, my paren