ARIA
Love is complicated, love is difficult, love is messy, and crazy all at the same time, these are the everyday qualities of love. Do you know what love isn’t?
Love isn’t when your hidden lover looks you dead in the eyes and tells you that her child whom you struggled to accept belongs to your husband and has grown to love because you love both parents to whom she comes from isn’t your husband's child.
“I don’t think Ivy is Alex’s child,” she mutters and I wait for her to retract the statement, I stare at her with my eyes pleading for her to tell me this is some sort of temporary joke and some sort of stupid ‘Gotcha’ phrase to come after it.
I don’t get it.
I stood up from the bed and picked up the white hotel robe that was lying on the other side of the bed, I began to pace aroun
