Hello, this story is inspired by another one, published in Fanfiction in 2010 by Greyhawk2015A, called "The Diary", the story was uploaded with the indication of "complete", with a single chapter, where my beloved already married characters are placed, with the twins and in the house in the suburbs, and tells how Chandler finds Monica's diary and discovers that she is in a relationship with Richard and loves him. Chandler only asks Monica to tell him the truth, she is silent and Chandler leaves telling her that she will go to a divorce lawyer, so she ends that story.
The story was sad and distressing, after reading it it stayed in my mind as I wondered how it would have continued, what would have become of our favorite couple.
I don't know if the writer of "The Diary" continued the story elsewhere, but it occurred to me to start from his idea. Writing it took me time because I undertook a painful journey with my two personal loved ones, both for them and for the rest of the gang. But keep in mind that …. They are my favorite couple... I hope you like it.
English is not my language, I just hope that the translation is as good as possible.
And I would like your reviews.
Chapter 1: Betrayal, Devastation, and the Plan
That Wednesday night Chandler ran downstairs, grabbed his wallet and car keys, he really didn't know what he was doing, he thought maybe it was a horrible nightmare from which he would wake up. He was short of breath, his body and hands trembled, his stomach was upset, he was in a state of shock, he got into the car, before driving away he saw that in his hand, clenched to the point of having white knuckles, he still had the newspaper Monica bent with unusual force, threw him on the seat and bolted out of Long Islam's house like a bolt of lightning with the wheels screeching.
The road was dark, but her tears made vision more difficult, for a second he thought that the best thing that could happen to him to quench the unbearable pain was to die, crash into the car and end it all, but that thought invaded him for only a moment, and turned his attention back to the traffic. In the distance he saw a gas station and a mini market, since he was 9 years old he had dulled the pain with cigarettes and alcohol, he would take a hotel room and immerse himself in his devastation for months. He stopped the car and entered the market, he had dried his tears, but he was still shaking, his mouth was dry. He took three packs of cigarettes and three bottles of bourbon from the shelves, and he went to the counter supporting the products while waiting to be served.
While he was waiting and holding back the tears that he did not want anyone to see, he felt a strong blow behind him, and he began to hear the cry of a child, he turned around and saw how the father of the child ran to his aid, lifted him up, he kissed and caressed him, saying words that Chandler couldn't hear but that calmed the boy down until his father tickled him and the boy started laughing. This scene paralyzed him, his children..., what would happen to his children..., he could not abandon them as his parents had done, he had sworn that he would never hurt or abandon his children, and they would probably lose their mother, but they were not going to lose him, he would have to be strong for them, even if his heart was definitely broken.
He didn't know where to go, he drove without paying attention in the direction of Manhattan, but before crossing the bridge he turned in the direction of the esplanade on the banks of the river, in Brooklyn. He stopped the car, still with his face wet with tears, took the newspaper, got out and walked to one of the benches under a lamppost. He had to make sure, read it again since disbelief was added to the pain, how Mon could have done something like that. He believed that she loved him as much as he loved her, he believed in her, she was the person he trusted the most in the world, he would have given her life for her without doubting her for an instant. During all those years he had tried to keep her promise to make her happy. She couldn't fulfill her dream of having her own child, but the problem was both of them, and he thought that Erika and Jack, even though they hadn't been in her womb, even though they weren't half her and half him, had been loved from the very beginning. first second exactly the same as if they were their own since they had been born from the heart.
He reread the journal a couple of times and put it aside. Looking at Manhattan from that place, the view was incredible and as great as its devastation.
She was in love with Richard,…. from Richard..! Obviously, he always knew that Richard was better than him, an intelligent, mature, rich, worldly, sophisticated, self-confident doctor, sexy as all the girls said, in short, a great catch,
On the other hand, he was none of those things, and although he had now overcome many of his phobias and neuroses, and was no longer an insecure man, he also knew with certainty that he had been a good husband and a good father. Then why?
Evidently it was his destiny, to be abandoned, deceived, devastated... although he now knew he would not die alone, he had his children who loved him. That he would be one of the three of them now without Monica….
In her diary she said that Richard and she were planning to move to Paris to fulfill a dream of both of them and so that she could take the courses she had always dreamed of. She wrote in the book that since they first dated, their dream was to go live in Paris…. and she wanted to fulfill the postponed dream with the man she loved..., and what she once separated them, that he did not want children, now turned out to be ironic since she could not have children... nothing separated them from fulfilling their dreams.…
He wiped away his tears, he told himself that he would not cry again, that he had to be strong for his children and that he had to take control of his life, she had destroyed him, but he would not let anyone else do it again, since childhood he had built walls to prevent them from hurting him, Monica had crossed those walls, but now she would have to raise them again and inside them would only be his children, him, and probably his friends, who were already brothers.
He continued to ramble on in his thoughts until he came to a conclusion, to take charge of his life and that of his children, he had to have a well-established plan.
In the first place, he didn't want to talk to her or see her again, he didn't want excuses or explanations for what was inexplicable to him...he wasn't interested.
He had to put together the plan…. he did not have his notebook, so he remembered that the Thomas J Shanahan Library was open all night, he took the newspaper, got in the car, and in the library he began to write his plan.-