Love Long Past
Julian is laughing with this associate across the room, trying to leave me out and make me miserable. Just
like its always been- since Day 2 of our marriage. He was still nice on Day 1. But then he became the man he was his
entire life, just cold and hard and ice and stone. No emotions or feelings. All he cared about was money and the Crane
empire. I was doing my family good when I married him. Or so I thought.
But then I would think, " What about my promise to Sam that I would wait for him?". "What about our
vows that we had in our heart?". "What about our undying love and devotion?". Gone. When that ring was on my
finger, everything that meant something to me was gone. Except for Ethan.
Sam's stature, posture, and striking good looks were passed on to his son. The one he never knew about. Until
now. Now, Ethan's past is lost because I hadn't told him sooner, and Sam has disowned me forever. And Grace is
dying in the hospital, and I know I'm supposed to feel guilty, but I don't. I mean, maybe if she does die, even though
she's conscious again, maybe, just maybe, the love of my life will come back to me and everything will be as it was
supposed to.
We fell in love as soon as we saw each other. I know that because we told each other that so many times. Every
day, hour,minute we spent apart, we were thinking about our lives together and about one another. So fondly. We left
notes for each other, under the secret rock, and I will always remember our moonlight boat rides in Harmony Bay. And
the strolls along the beach. Silent ones. We were so in love we hadn't even needed words. Looking at each other was far
more than we needed to do.
And I was pregnant with Ethan and no one knew. No one. I kept it from everyone. Like when Sam applied
for a job with my father's boat company, telling me," It will get him to trust me and I can ask for your hand.", I didn't
tell him. And when we kissed good-bye, I didn't tell him. I don't know what made me do it, not tell him. He wouldn't have
been mad. In fact, I think he would have been overjoyed. But I didn't tell him. I wanted to be happy, and I guess avoiding
the fact that I was pregnant made me happy. Sam made me happy. And now Ethan makes me happy.
But I was tricked. Deceived. Manipulated into a life of distrust and fear with the creature that is Julian Crane.
His rabid features were passed on to our dimwit children who don't come close to Ethan's intelligence and kindness. Sam's
intelligence and kindness. And it killed me to see them fighting against each other. Father and Son. They didn't know.
The first hint was the prom boat accident. Floating in the deadly cold water, I told him that Ethan was his son.
Unwittingly, I launched him into a fury of looking and searching for the truth- which almost destroyed Ethan and my
life as we knew it. I swear, if Julian had found out, which he does know now, my life would be over, which it is now.
Ethan hasn't turned on me yet, which is the most I can be grateful for. I'd just like to know who sent that letter to the
taboloid. So I can hurt them like they hurt me.
But I guess it doesn't matter anyway. The peak of my years are over. Julian and I are on the way to divorce, finally.
The only reason we hadn't divorced before was Ethan. Protection of our favorite son. Alistair's heir. Heir-no-more. One
of our less bright kids will now be the heir instead of the brilliant Ethan Crane. Or Bennett.
Pilar is my main confidence. I tell her everything. Anything. I'm just so happy she's my friend. Nothing will keep
Sam and I apart. Nothing. And even though my trustworthy friend is always trying to talk some sense into me, I still
believe he loves me. He does. And I will prove it. Somehow.
Julian is laughing with this associate across the room, trying to leave me out and make me miserable. Just
like its always been- since Day 2 of our marriage. He was still nice on Day 1. But then he became the man he was his
entire life, just cold and hard and ice and stone. No emotions or feelings. All he cared about was money and the Crane
empire. I was doing my family good when I married him. Or so I thought.
But then I would think, " What about my promise to Sam that I would wait for him?". "What about our
vows that we had in our heart?". "What about our undying love and devotion?". Gone. When that ring was on my
finger, everything that meant something to me was gone. Except for Ethan.
Sam's stature, posture, and striking good looks were passed on to his son. The one he never knew about. Until
now. Now, Ethan's past is lost because I hadn't told him sooner, and Sam has disowned me forever. And Grace is
dying in the hospital, and I know I'm supposed to feel guilty, but I don't. I mean, maybe if she does die, even though
she's conscious again, maybe, just maybe, the love of my life will come back to me and everything will be as it was
supposed to.
We fell in love as soon as we saw each other. I know that because we told each other that so many times. Every
day, hour,minute we spent apart, we were thinking about our lives together and about one another. So fondly. We left
notes for each other, under the secret rock, and I will always remember our moonlight boat rides in Harmony Bay. And
the strolls along the beach. Silent ones. We were so in love we hadn't even needed words. Looking at each other was far
more than we needed to do.
And I was pregnant with Ethan and no one knew. No one. I kept it from everyone. Like when Sam applied
for a job with my father's boat company, telling me," It will get him to trust me and I can ask for your hand.", I didn't
tell him. And when we kissed good-bye, I didn't tell him. I don't know what made me do it, not tell him. He wouldn't have
been mad. In fact, I think he would have been overjoyed. But I didn't tell him. I wanted to be happy, and I guess avoiding
the fact that I was pregnant made me happy. Sam made me happy. And now Ethan makes me happy.
But I was tricked. Deceived. Manipulated into a life of distrust and fear with the creature that is Julian Crane.
His rabid features were passed on to our dimwit children who don't come close to Ethan's intelligence and kindness. Sam's
intelligence and kindness. And it killed me to see them fighting against each other. Father and Son. They didn't know.
The first hint was the prom boat accident. Floating in the deadly cold water, I told him that Ethan was his son.
Unwittingly, I launched him into a fury of looking and searching for the truth- which almost destroyed Ethan and my
life as we knew it. I swear, if Julian had found out, which he does know now, my life would be over, which it is now.
Ethan hasn't turned on me yet, which is the most I can be grateful for. I'd just like to know who sent that letter to the
taboloid. So I can hurt them like they hurt me.
But I guess it doesn't matter anyway. The peak of my years are over. Julian and I are on the way to divorce, finally.
The only reason we hadn't divorced before was Ethan. Protection of our favorite son. Alistair's heir. Heir-no-more. One
of our less bright kids will now be the heir instead of the brilliant Ethan Crane. Or Bennett.
Pilar is my main confidence. I tell her everything. Anything. I'm just so happy she's my friend. Nothing will keep
Sam and I apart. Nothing. And even though my trustworthy friend is always trying to talk some sense into me, I still
believe he loves me. He does. And I will prove it. Somehow.