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always made me feel special. He rarely spoke to me in such a harsh tone even though I de

h a nod, as I heard the door close behind me with a bang. On a normal day, I would

ory of me and Leila staring into each other's eyes, smiling and laughing played in my mind. I felt like my instinct was giving me a nudge. Has someone told Dad about what

his late fifties. He sat, proud with squared shoulders. Dad held a mug in his right hand as he sipped its contents slowly and he also held a mag

gain as I tried to ease into th

d I wondered if he was the one yelling at me a few minutes ago. "Do you want your marriage life to end up lik

rstand what you're

media but have you checked tha

e chec

ne he was reading. My heart thumped faster as I q

st network available. I opened the blog and th

o my eyes and smiling beautifully. Me, on the other hand, appeared to be talking to her while staring into her eyes too. Who could ha

fiancée, Mitchell Lucas? Is this the new mystery girl? My eyes involuntar

is pictures on her socials but he doesn't reciprocate. He'd rather post his

e thing is; he always frowns in their pictures but look at the way he l

orenzo Shipper, is he breaking up with M

are scum! They will

ught of her getting pregnant and a train of other thoughts followed. "Dad," I called out to him, rai

g but I had to calm down in order for me to speak sense into your head." He paused and then continued. "You ar

e it clear: I don'

y exists between families." He explained this for the umpteenth time. "Mitchell is a good girl,

. "But D

would desire, work it out wi

t work tha

you still wanna divorce, it will still ha

I don't just feel

something for? The g

r." I said, looking away. A smile forced its

s next question. "Did you do anything with

tered under his

say yes. Like he still had faith in me and he just wanted me to solidify it