Chapter 52

• ~Lola’s POV~
• Sadness, emptiness, detachment, and rage are all emotions that I’m experiencing. Right now, I am at a stage where my body is numb, my mind is numb, but my heart, my heart, is bursting at the seams right now. He wanted to make my life miserable. I don’t blame him; I blame myself for holding on to his promises. I was blindly giving myself to him because I thought he hadn’t forgotten his promise. The first time I thought he hadn’t forgotten his promise. I knew the promise had long been forgotten the second time I slept with him, but because I loved him and the idea of marrying the only man I’d ever loved, I voluntarily gave myself to him as a form of goodbye. For all these years, because of him, I lost my happiness, and my kids lost their father. I gave my children the love that he should have been giving them and the duties that should have been fulfilled by him because I didn’t want them to think about him, at least not yet. One thing is for sure, I hate him. I hate Dante Monroe. He used to be my everything, but now the only thing I feel for him is hatred. He has no respect for me. The only thing keeping me in this God-forsaken house are my children and the apparent fact that if I try to take him to court, I will lose. I have no proof that he cheated on me. I can only go on with what I’ve heard. He, on the other hand, has proof of me kissing Mason, which can be used as evidence against me. Those images alone could cause me to lose everything. He’s currently using that against me. I have no one who can help me, not even his mother. Nobody has evidence that Dante dated Candice. If I ask Candice for help, she will betray me. She is far too cunning. I walked down the stairs and found him eating with the kids.
• I stared into those eyes, which had previously appeared in my dreams on a nightly basis; now, having them in front of me with so much rage in them is surreal. I pulled a chair backward and took a seat.