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

ir. The chauffeur, a middle-aged man, stepped inside and qu

xhaling. "Looks like winter's go

m. He wrapped his fingers around the cup gratefully and took a cautious sip. The rich aroma of cinnamo

e. How's Monique?" he aske

shoulders sagging under

er husband, had returned home alone, her face streaked with tears and her expression hollow. For one dreadful moment, Loui

th Monique. Instead, he was at the hospital,

kly at her untouched plate. Her eyes were swollen and red-rimmed from a

sight. "Poor girl," she whispered, her v

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

e lounge grew louder. Moments later, the little girl came running into the room, her

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

ing curious glances over her shoulder, the ten

enough to intervene if needed but trying t

rushed out, prioritizing his new family flashed through her mi

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

hes and some documentation." Hi

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

her heart crashing with

d, thinking of their inn

ton asked, his tone bo

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

will explain it to her... sh

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

tairs broke the silence, reminding th

voice called out, "Mommy? D

zed their daughter might have heard part of their argument. The reality of their sit

ime l

fy teddy bear, Sahara's bright blue eyes, f

thing big was happening, leav

ess trips, but this time felt different. The tense atmos

rs with a suitcase. Sahara jumped down from her

ad

acknowledged, h

promise on your last trip that yo

ered with conf

y, Monique scoffed. She remembered that conversation al

Clinton had likely made that promise know

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

something important to do..." His

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-

emed to echo through the house, a final punctua

wrecking sobs

e around her glass, torn between her own pain