Chapter 41 

She needs to understand her place in my presence. If she wished to remain my girlfriend, of course, and not a fuckbuddy, as that would screw my chances with Lola, it might have been hard for her to watch me and Candice while she was still holding on to our vows. Candice must not fantasize about becoming my wife. There is only one woman that I love with my whole being. Lolita, my sweetheart, is the love of my life. I made a terrible mistake when it came to Lola. I was supposed to be her brother, the man with whom she placed her greatest trust. I brush my temples. My phone rang at that very moment. 

Dante: Hello! 

Elvis: Man, I hunted her out, but I couldn’t find out anything about her other than the fact that she had sold her car and her house recently. However, I do have some information about your mother. 

Dante: What about my mother? Is she aware of the whereabouts of my wife? 

Elvis: I’m not sure, but she seems to be on a plane all the time, but I can’t seem to find out where she is going. It’s as if she doesn’t want anyone to know where she’s going. I’m not sure if she’s using forged identification or what’s going on. Perhaps you might ask her if she knows anything or try to follow her. There is no way to find her destination. She always leaves on Fridays and comes back on Sundays, but she can’t be traced–not even the plane she took. 

Dante: Thank you very much, Elvis. 

Candice returned after the phone call. I’m not sure what this woman wants from me. But I’m going to show her the depths of hell. She stood in the middle of my office, staring at me as if she expected me to fuck her. She’ll have to beg for it, that’s for sure. When she was preoccupied with her Jackie Chan boyfriend–or whoever the fuck is her boyfriend–she made me lose Lola, and I was crushed. What did I ever see in this woman that my precious Lolita never had? I pushed her away from me. She waited for me. She even pretended to be in a relationship when she had never been in one. She was always there for me, even when I was causing her pain. She was always there to pick me up when I fell, and I was always the one who failed her. I fucked up big time with this thing standing right in f of me. Lola was my staunchest supporter. We talked about everything, but we were never bold enough to talk about our feelings for each other. She allowed me to cause her pain without realizing it. I had no idea she felt the same way about me until she left me. I took a peek at the woman in front of me. 

“Can I help you?” 

“Dante, do you have feelings for Lola?” 

To be honest, I don’t fucking know how many times she asked me this question. Does she expect a different answer? I’m not sure she’ll appreciate the response to that question. However, since she asked, why not? 

“Do you really want to know if I love my wife? Well, I’m in love with her, and that’s the reason I decided to marry her. Why do you ask?” 

“What about me?” 

“And what about you?” 

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Chapter 41 

She chewed the inside of her bottom lip. I detected a flicker of terror in her eyes. 

“Can you tell me why you’re with me?” 

“To be honest, I’m not sure, but the last time I checked, I told you we were over; do you remember?” I said, making sure it sank in her skull that there was no us. She was starting to annoy me. I continued, “Given that I am married to another person, we should probably put an end to whatever was going on between us. I guess you’d prefer not to be referred to as a homewrecker. I have to get back to work. Please excuse me.” This time, I’m hoping it sinks deep. I 

don’t want her. 

“Is it possible for me to come tonight?” 

“I’ll meet you at the Grand Hotel.” 

She grinned and walked away. She is never going to come to my place, ever again. That house belongs to Lola and me. When I think about my wife, I go crazy. Is my mother aware of Lola’s whereabouts? Should I start following her? Why doesn’t she want to be traced? What is that woman up to? 

~Lola~ 

Dante’s mother has been visiting me and assisting me with a variety of tasks and errands. I thought I’d be able to do it alone, but having her here makes all the difference. I have no idea how she does it. She has spent the last few months protecting me and her grandchildren, and it feels good to have her by my side. The children’s room is now ready. But I’m so tired, though. I’m tired, and my stomach feels like it’s going to burst. I really don’t want to do anything. To prepare for giving birth, Dante’s mother and I have been going to antenatal classes. She hated the idea of Mason accompanying me. I don’t blame her, though. She says that Mason has feelings for me and that his motives are not pure, which I personally find funny as Mason and June are my friends and they have been helping me. I know I have just met them, but Mason never gave me the idea that says, “Hey Lola, I want you.” I think all this is just in my mother’s head. There are some nasty women at the antenatal classes, and Mason has been of great help, but my mother would come each time I had my classes, just to avoid Mason getting closer to me. Due to the fact that only me and my mother have been attending the sessions, everyone is curious about my husband’s whereabouts no the time Mason was attending, no one dared talk behind my back. I almost quit the classes because of those women. Except for me, everyone brings their spouses. That’s unfortunate, but my mother has taught me that not every husband who attends those classes is delighted. Several of them were compelled to attend. I believe this is accurate because several of these husbands appear restless. I don’t think I have to be very concerned about what other people think about what I do or where my husband is. Today I’ve been feeling a little weird. When I go to the bathroom, my pee has a thick, mucus–like discharge. Then a thunderous agony struck me, and I leaped from the couch, screaming. Ruth leaped to her feet too. When she shifted her gaze toward me, her eyes went wide. It took me some time to register that my water had broken. 

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