millionaire heiress

man I had been before her. If I had known that my happiness could be

ambition that took away everything I cared about in the world. Even tho

ying to have our frst heir. So we bot

ossible baby. Even though I really wanted to be a father at the time, I knew that I would never try anything i

ecommendations and she received the necessary treatment. The gestati

d dedicating all our free time to our son. Like silly frst-time parents,

the frst moment. I remember as if it were yesterday the day she entere

I got from the woman I loved. It was the last time I saw her alive. They

ut I could never convince my mind and

hing unforgivable I did, I couldn't even see my baby alive. They left without me and I have nightmares alm

ying their memories for the simple fact that I wish I could forget the empty, sad man I've become for at leas

s my restaurant and partying on the

back to normal when I lost her. I do n

thought about my typical local food restaurants, I made the decision to expand my horizons and open a branc

meeting Carlos again when I arrived

e than an acquaintance, Carlos became my closest friend and that has never changed. Carlos was the one wh

I accepted the invitation to have lunch with your parents as soon as I ar

ogether. I haven't had the opportun

friend talks about her so much that

tories Carlos tells, just like I would laugh at a teenage sister if I had o

th to say something, but today he took it upon himself to try to cheer me up. Not only did I not say that

to get me out of the deep end. Now I'm here alone and licking my own wounds while drinking. At least I can breathe a sigh of relief that he thought

so tired of ignoring covetous glances from women who don't interest me

re changes around me. First I smell an almost citrusy scent with someth

and stare at the woman who just sat down in the empty chair next to me

that's actually comforting in a way. I know she is a woman, because

breathing. But there comes a moment when curiosity gets the better of me, so I lift my head discreetly a

and hair as far as I can see in the dimly lit place. The girl is really beau

king that I've seen many beautiful gi

cried, and the deep sadness that I identify on her face. I live with pain every day and I don't wish the same

ino, pour me a glass of beer, pleas

ng,” the bartender says and lets me know she’s a regular.