Chapter 31
I let out a groan when the sound of booming thunder filled the room and lightning flashed through the narrow space in the curtain. It was impossible to get any sleep because of the heavy rain that was falling. I tried everything I could think of to stay asleep while I tossed and turned in bed. Then I had the realization that I was going to get a cold soon. Since I was going to be staying by myself with no one to look after me, I made sure I took care of myself and wore warm clothing at all times. Why the rapid drop in temperature? I had to force myself to get up several times throughout the night to check to see if any of the windows were open. To my surprise, I found that all the windows were open; nevertheless, the rain was able to keep out of the house. I was so irresponsible that I wanted to curse myself. My entire body began to shake, and I found myself beginning to back down a little bit. I tried to get back to sleep, but my body wasn’t producing enough heat. I sighed deeply and walked over to the fireplace, where I wrapped myself in a blanket. I positioned myself on the couch so that I was somewhat near the fireplace. The memories that I desperately tried to block out came rushing back to me like the torrential downpour that was occurring outside. I didn’t know what was wrong, but all of a sudden, I started crying.
Why am I torturing myself in this way? I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t cry over someone who didn’t appreciate me, and I intend to keep that promise. Why am I crying at this moment? As I stroked my stomach, the realization that I was completely by myself rushed through my head. I was alone, and no one was there to assist me or look out for my well–being. I am currently ill, but no one is available to help me. I just have myself to rely on. I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. I didn’t give it much thought before pulling out my phone and calling Dante. I hid the caller ID. However, it came as a surprise that he picked.
Dante: Hello!
I was just speechless. This is beyond what I can handle. Should I tell him I’m pregnant? Should I remind him of the promise he broke? Should I inquire whether or not he has eaten yet? Can I tell him I’m not well? I was having a lot of things go through my head, and it was getting to the point where I couldn’t even breathe properly.
Dante: Hello!
The only thing I did was listen as the other person continued to greet me. But I am sure that they could hear my sobs. They were out of it, but if you listened closely, you could make out that the other person was crying their eyes out. After that, all of a sudden, he called my name.
Dante: Lola, Lola, is that you?
I was unable to respond to him, so I ended the call instead. I don’t think he’ll bother to call back. It’s likely that he dropped the phone on the floor and shattered it. There are simply a lot of things that haven’t been spoken about between the two of us. Broken promises and treachery, I’m no better. I escaped with his children in tow because we wanted to preserve peace. While I was carrying his children, it was unbearable for me to watch him with Candice because I was the one who was carrying his children. I was unable to, and I was aware that this was the penalty I had to pay for not being able to say no. A penalty that I had to pay for being a selfless person. I flung the phone on the couch and immediately started crying. My stuffy nose was made worse by sobbing, and my sobs made my cold symptoms even worse. I am unable to contact anyone for assistance. I couldn’t move. My body suddenly grew heavy. What may be causing me to feel this way? Although I am currently situated in close proximity to a fireplace and, hence, ought to be feeling better, I am completely paralyzed right now. I was completely at a loss for what to do. My forehead was soaked with sweat at this point. Who do I call? I can’t call Dante. I tried to reach out to my phone again, but I failed. I kicked myself for not thinking about asking Mason for his phone number. I couldn’t
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anymore, so I gave in to sleep.
~Mason’s POV
I have no idea what is going on, but one thing is certain: I am not a fool. I can perceive Lola’s feelings of loss through her eyes. I just want to be friends with her, and I don’t think it would be cool at all for me to ask her about what occurred between her and her husband. But I have faith that she will eventually let her guard down. She seems to be a kind and interesting person who has a tale to tell. I went to the kitchen and made some soup. Because it is so chilly today, a bowl of soup will have to do. Although I was preoccupied with serving myself the soup, I couldn’t help but think of my sneaky little helper. I took a food warmer and a dish out for her then headed out and drove to her house. The gate was open. I suppose that she did not remember to lock it before driving in. However, as I was pulling my vehicle into the parking lot, I noticed that my sister had also pulled in. How did June know Lola? I exited the vehicle and walked toward her.
