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Gracias Laura, por darme esta oportunidad!

TW: This chapter is a bit intense so if you don't feel to read the whole chapter, there will be an indication :)

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Chapter 11

Reality

Months earlier…

[You're stupid! You had it all to yourself and you blew your chance!]

I only read Jess's message when I walked through the door at home. I didn't think anything of it, the whole flight she had been telling me how stupid I was for only having a conversation with James and him ending up getting lost with a girl he met right there. I didn't want to tell her about missing the flight and traveling alone to Seattle.

She was ready to win him over and I wished her luck.

I didn't care about James at all.

"Mommy!"

My baby chicken ran into my arms making me wobble. He had grown so much the last few days.

"How are you my love?" I showered him with kisses and my heart warmed at his embrace. "I brought you a present."

It was a Batman doll. He quickly pressed it to his chest. I played with his hair and his eyes lit up.

"Go put on your shoes and we'll go eat, okay?"

My little boy ran off to his room.

I sighed as I stood up and faced Edward's hard face. He was disheveled. It was more than obvious that he had continued to party, I could smell his stench all the way to me.

"Did you have a lot of fun at the party?" I asked ironically.

"A lot. I realize I'm happier without you."

His words hurt me. I knew his intention was to hurt me and he was succeeding.

"I brought this for you," I laid the Dodgers jersey on the couch. "You had told me you needed another one and I bought it for you."

He didn't even see the shirt, just had his eyes on mine.

"I saw you dancing with a blonde." I didn't want to complain to him even though that was my first intention. I didn't want to argue in front of my baby.

"Yes. We continued the party in a bar."

"Why, Edward?" my tears fell. "Why are you so cruel?"

"Do you really care that I went dancing with someone else?"

"Why wouldn't I care? It hurts me," my voice broke.

His hand squeezed hard on my forearm causing me pain. He pulled my body and made me walk towards the kitchen, not releasing me from his strong grip.

"Do you remember those last pots? Who chose them? Answer me, do you still remember that I'm lactose intolerant? Or don't you remember that either?"

"Of course I do."

He dragged my body into the laundry room.

"Do you know what kind of detergent soap Eric uses on his clothes? No, right?"

My tears kept falling, but he couldn't see them because he was so blinded in making me see what a lousy mother and wife I was.

I whimpered. However his grip was stronger as he led me to our son's room. He didn't open the door, we stood stopped just listening as Eric told Vanessa that I was home.

"You're damn lucky he loves you with his life and is waiting every day to see you walk through the fucking door. You light up his world and you're not able to realize it," he hissed.

I cried. I broke down in tears and my heart squeezed that it could have become small.

I felt a tightness in my chest.

I loved my son. He was my whole world, and I wanted the best for him.

"Edward..." I managed to articulate, "forgive me."

"Vanessa," he spoke to the other side of the bedroom door, "take Eric to the park, please."

"Okay, sir," she replied.

"I told chick I would take him to lunch."

I barely articulated and my body jerked from his strength. He didn't have a bit of sympathy and with his strong grip on my arm, he pulled me towards our room. I bounced on the bed as he threw me onto it.

"What's wrong with you?"

! TW !

"You want to solve everything with words, gifts," he exhaled as he covered his body with mine. "Or with sex."

One of his hands grabbed my face roughly, forcing me to look at him. He kissed me as he bit my lower lip.

I moaned feeling the burn and tasting the taste of blood in my mouth.

My Edward was far from the tender boy I had known, and it pained me to admit that it was partly my fault.

There wasn't a bit of love in his eyes.

"Let's settle this the way you like it," he growled with his face buried in my neck, kissing, and sucking my skin as one of his hands roamed my bare thigh.

"Edward..." I exhaled nervously and breathlessly.

I wanted him. I could need him and give myself to him, but not now. Not like this.

I let out a small cry as he began to strip me. I resisted, but he didn't stop.

"Wait..." I asked him for sanity. From his taste and his rough movements, I knew he was drunk; I held his face needing him to see my eyes. "Not like this, look at me. I don't want to, Edward. Not like this."

However, he wouldn't listen to me. He wouldn't hear my pleas and he took me. He buried himself deep into me despite my protests.

I gasped. I gasped as he kept ramming me hard.

I froze and let my tears roll.

Reality hurt. It burned. And I was the culprit.

His thrusts didn't stop until his seed spilt inside me. He rolled around on the bed while I was still unable to react.

I watched him arrange his clothes and I covered my nakedness with the sheet.

"I want the divorce," he demanded as he threw some papers in my face.


Alright, so… This was a pretty hard chapter both to read the first time and to translate now. This is one hard chapter to narrate, not gonna lie. I think it goes without saying who the baby's father is and how he was fathered, you already know. What do you think?

Thank you once again for reading