Too late Mr cross

Chapter 5— Done

Elena.

The morning light streamed in through the window. I rubbed my hands over my eyes and looked over at the other side of the bed. Damien was gone.

I picked up my phone and stared at the date. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Today was the fourth—it was our five-year anniversary.

I knew Damien didn’t remember, but it was no big deal. I would make him remember.

I got out of bed, feeling excited and more energetic than I had felt in a very long time. I made my way downstairs, went through the fridge, and made sure everything was perfect. I hadn’t prepped anything the day before, but I had all I needed to make something special.

“Good morning, ma’am,” the cook greeted.

“Good morning,” I said, smiling.

“What would you like to have for breakfast?” she asked.

I thought for a moment. “Nothing,” I replied.

She looked a little disappointed. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Oh, I am,” I said, “but why don’t you consider this your day off? I’ll handle all the cooking—everything. You can come back tomorrow.”

“did I do something wrong...Am I fired?”

I laughed. “Didn’t you hear the part where I said day off?”

“But—”

“No buts, Jane. Get your things and spend the day with your family, or do whatever you want.”

“Thank you,” she said gratefully. “Thank you so much.”

When Jane was gone, I quickly made my way upstairs, took a warm bath, and for a moment, I just stared at myself in the mirror, my hands gently resting on my stomach. It was pretty much flat, but in a couple of months, I would start showing, and just the thought of it made me smile so hard my cheeks hurt.

I couldn’t believe I was going to become a mother. I was actually carrying Damien’s child. I had found out a couple of days ago, but I hadn’t told Damien because I was waiting for this exact moment—our five-year anniversary.

This would be the perfect time to tell him, and it was going to change everything for us. I just knew it. He was going to become a dad, and we were going to be a family, finally—a happy one at that.

And I knew he was going to be an amazing father, just like his dad.

I got dressed in a simple sweatshirt and pants because I was going to make a lot of food today. I was making all his favorites.

I made my way back into the kitchen and began cooking. I checked the time. It was still morning, so I started. I made pasta, chicken curry. I baked cookies, pies—everything he loved. And Damien had a sweet tooth, so I made sure everything he liked was on the menu.

I was done by 6 p.m. I arranged everything perfectly on the table and stood there, just admiring it. I began decorating, blowing up balloons.

When everything was perfectly arranged, I picked up my phone and called him. It went straight to voicemail.

My heart began racing fast. I shook my head. He was going to be back. He always got me flowers for our anniversary, no matter what, so I knew he would come back. He was probably just busy.

I went back upstairs, showered again, and did my makeup. I let my dark hair cascade down my back. I had on a red, flowing dress. My makeup was pure perfection.

Today, I wasn’t trying to look like Rosalie. I wanted to look like me, because I knew he was going to choose me today.

I pulled out an empty box from my wardrobe, placed the pregnancy test inside, and wrapped it. He was going to be so surprised, and I kept imagining the look on his face and how excited he was going to be when he found out he was going to be a father.

I sat at the dining table and tried calling him. His number still wasn’t going through. I looked at the time—it was almost 10 p.m. He was supposed to be back by now.

I kept sending text upon text upon text. I was completely restless, wondering if he was fine. He hadn’t replied to any of my texts or returned any of my calls.

I got up, paced for a bit, then sat back down. I wasn’t going to let anything ruin today. He was going to come back, and we would have the perfect night. And I was going to get my flowers from him. That was something I always looked forward to.

I started scrolling on social media, and there he was—a picture of him and Rosalie at a restaurant.

I shook my head. That post was made a couple of hours ago, so no big deal. He would be back.

And then, by the time it was 1 a.m., all the joy I had felt—everything—just slipped away. All the excitement was gone, and I realized that I had been a fool for five years.

I thought he was going to love me eventually, but it had been five years, and it had always been Rosalie, never me.

I hoped, even when I shouldn’t have. I hoped, and I loved him. Even when he treated me poorly, I loved him.

I slowly took off my ring, placing it on the table, and got up.

I dragged my body up the stairs and into our room, pulling out the divorce papers I had my lawyer draft.

Several times, I had told myself I was going to sign those papers and be free, but I never did. I was never strong enough.

Without thinking, I signed the papers and tossed them on the bed, then began packing my clothes into a suitcase.

I wasn’t sure where I was going, but one thing was certain—I never planned on seeing Damien Cross’s face ever again.

He never wanted me, and I couldn’t believe it took me five years to see it.

I placed my hands on my stomach. I was carrying his child, but I would make sure that never in this life would he lay his eyes on this child.

Damien had hurt me for five years, and I was done with all his bullshit.