This is my first story on the site. I hope you like it and any feedback will be much appreciated.
Disclaimer-I don't own GMW or the characters.
Prologue:
My life seem to be going the way I always wanted it to go. I was married to an amazing man and had two lovely boys. But everything wasn't what it seemed behind closed doors, especially when it came to my marriage. I'll admit, my marriage was phony. You could even say it was a fraud. I never truly loved him like I should have. I cared for him. I really did. I wanted nothing more than to fall in love with him. For him to be the love of my life. Why wouldn't I want him to be?
He was one of the sweetest guys I've ever met. He was always there for me and treated my sons as if they were his own. The problem was my heart didn't belong to him. It always belonged to their father. Which was really scary to me. I never understood why someone who treated me like crap could have my heart. He was never there for me and worse of all he was never there for our sons. He chose to go after some unreachable dream than be my lover or a father to our children. All I ever wanted was a stable family for my children.
Was that too much to ask for?
You know the saying "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me?" Well what about the third time? Who's fault is it then? Who gets the blame? I couldn't stick around to find out. I couldn't let it happen a third time. I wasn't about to discover who's fault it was or who was to blame. There was going to be no third time in my book. So I packed up everything, me and my son left for good...or at least that's what I hoped.
I turned to my best friend, who I always knew would be there for me. She was there for me when no one else was. When she opened the door expecting her boyfriend but shocked to see her crying five months pregnant best friend with her sleepy four year old son at her side on her front door step. I didn't have to say anything. The look in her eyes told me she knew everything. She knew I had left him. I was leaving behind the life that I had once dreamed of with him. She helped me through one of the hardest time of my life. I was pregnant and alone with a four year old to take care of. She was with me through the rest of my pregnancy and when I gave birth to my second son. She was truly there for me like no other. Like she always was. We were thunder and lightening. She also the one to reconnected me with my future husband.
He was one of our oldest friends. She kept in touch with him while I loss touch with basically everyone. I never really looked at him as dating or marriage material. He knew everything about me and my past. He heard about me leaving my ex while pregnant with our second son and yet didn't judge. He knew I was at a crossroads. Trying to figure out my destiny. He too was at his own crossroad. He worked for his family's company and felt like nobody took him serious. He was the boss's son. He was young, single, and didn't have the trophy wife his peer's had which made him look irresponsible.
That's when it happened.
We turn to each other. We both had something to offer each other. We didn't have a normal relationship. We didn't date, and then become boyfriend and girlfriend that got engage to become husband and wife. No. We both needed something from each other and came to agreement. He would give me a stable and happy home for my children and I would become the trophy wife that all of his peers' envied. I could live with that. Because we would be a real family. Wouldn't we? We were friends. I care for him. He cares for me. And who says that one day we won't fall in love?
But I should have known that things don't come that easy. Things happen that you don't plan. New people come into your life that you wish hadn't and old people return that you wish didn't. They flip and turn everything around. There is also the bigger question of why am I always thinking about the past when I should be worried about saving my future?
I think it's because I would rather keep pretending. Keep living my life behind a closed door. I don't have to let anyone know the truth. I can hide and keep pretending everything is okay but unfortunately you can't always keep the doors closed.
Someone always comes in and opens the doors when you least expected it. Once they're opened, any moment, someone can come in and steal away everything you've worked so hard for. I had to learn the hard way. Once my doors were opened there was no turning back.
Shall I continue? Any guesses on who the main character of the prologue is? Hint...it's probably not who your first instinct thought it was. What about the husband? Best friend? Give me your guesses.