Kennedie
I could barely breathe.
The tears were spilling form my eyes at an uncontrollable rate and I could do nothing to stop it.
Other things that Andrew had done to me, I could bring myself to forgive one day, but this… on my father’s grave I was never going to forgive him.
I never wanted anyone to know that I was divorced, like the f**k my marriage was barely two months old and now, the general public would tag me as the woman whose husband cheated on her.
Some might even believe whatever outrageous story that he cooked up… the narrative was none of my business.
I hated the fact that my personal life was out there.
I was usually so strong and I could not even stand up for myself.
Why was I so f*****g pathetic?
More tears fall from my eyes…. My makeup was already ruined by now
