Martin's POV
It’s been three days since Mirabella left, and I feel completely useless. Anger, frustration and confusion settled on me for the past three days. I kept on replaying everything in my head, trying to think of something, anything I could do to bring her back. But there’s nothing I could do.
I don’t even have her number. Can you imagine that? She stayed with me for a whole month, and I never thought of asking for her contact. What kind of fool does that?
I know she’s back with her husband, and the worst part is that I can’t do anything about it. He’s her husband. Legally and socially tied together, and I am just what? The sperm donor? Or the father of the child she is carrying?
But I can’t stop thinking about her. How did I get so attached to her? I can’t sleep, I can’t eat
