Fall For You( Love , marriage and divorce #3)

on her. A baby. This wasn't just a fling – the affair must have been going on for m

g his face for any sign of the

ang, breaking the tense silence He fished it out quic

s suddenly sweet and tender,

earable pain as she witnessed th

. Hilda on the line... How far apart are the contractions...three minutes...Hilda, please take c

ark contrast to her own birthing experiences. He was nev

wasn't l

"Tell me when you're ready to go throu

through her tears, the

add, let me know," Clinton added, as if they were discussing

down her face from vacant eyes. The luxurious hotel room, once a symbol of thei

She sank to her knees, the plush carpet doing little to cushion the impact of her world crumbling around her. The

she had imagined – growing old with Clinton, building a family together – had b

*

mont household. Louise moved quietly around the dining room, attending to Monique with a heavy heart. A thousand questions burned

rned alone, in tears and shell-shocked. At first, Louise had feared something terrible had happened to Clinton. The truth, as she learned from

e sight of Monique dining absent-mindedly, her e

bell. Louise hurried to answer it, only to find Clin

greeted him, her ton

n the lounge. His eyes fell on Monique, who continued to pu

eet on the stairs caught everyone's attention. A pretty five-year-o

ed, throwing herself into

r, a smile breaking across his face. It was a stark

oney," he said,

round his neck. She pulled back slightly, her young face suddenly ser

hung in the air, hea

nton, the child, and Monique, who had finally looked

s perceptiveness. "Sahara, sweetie," he began, his voice strained,

darling," she called, her voice hoarse from crying, "why don't you go

fusion clear on her young face. "But I

setting her down gently. "I'll be h

tension in the room ratcheted up several notches. Louise busied herself in the kitchen, c

itizing his new family flashed through her mind. The

ontained fury.''How dare you walk in here like nothing's happened?

to do, Monique? Tell our five-year-old that Dad

ruck, fresh tears welling in her eyes. "Another family," she repeated, her

thes and some documentation."

his tracks. With her back to him, fists tightly clenched, she aske

asperatedly. "Can

. Through gritted teeth, she confronted him. "You have no right to take that tone with me. I am the one who got che

ent on his face. "What do you want me to say? I fell

his self-righteous words. "And Sahara?" she pres

ton asked, his tone bo

ng. "Did you ever think about her as you de

will explain it to her...

s no bounds," Monique spat,

on her face, while Clinton's expression remained impassive, almost bored. It was as if the man she had

ear. Her heart ached for Monique and young Sahara. She wondered how a man

e stairs reminded them both that Sahara was still in the house. The litt

t their daughter had overheard at least part of their argument. The reality of their

mes la

filled with worry darted towards the stairs. Though young, she se

iness trips, but this time felt different. The tense atmo

rs with a suitcase. Sahara jumped down from her

ad

acknowledged, h

last trip that you wouldn't be gone for long agai

onversation all too well. They had been happy then, or so she thought. Now, with bitter hindsigh

look before taking Sahara's hand

ou," he began, his voice uncharacteristically

ed at him,

my and daddy won't be staying toget

ou to go... please stay," Sahara ple

ney

I miss you..." she said quiet

tried again, clea

th mommy," Sahara insisted, her young mind unabl

u can come visit anytime you want... Look," he showed her a picture

ead vehemently. "P

d it, a smile spreading across his face. "L

rushed to him, clinging to his leg. "Please

mething important to do..." Clinton'

und desperately, his eyes landing on Louise, who pretended to be busy. Finally, his gaze

ing Sahara's fingers from his leg

re he treat their daughter so callously? How could he be so eage

any longer, finally stepped forward. "Come here, sweet

cast one last look at the scene behind him – his tearful daughter, his stone-faced soon-to-

final punctuation to the end of their family as they knew it. Sahara's sobs fil

e around her glass, torn between her own pain