Ada POV
I felt like s**t. I swear a truck had driven over me during the night, but I had too much to do… and I really didn't want to wallow over what happened yesterday.
Yesterday… My parents basically sold me out, no, sold me to drug dealers. Drug dealers!!!! And stole my wedding rings.
I doubt they really thought I was being taken to Paul. There was no f*****g way they believed that.
And 'that man' that she tried to shove her saggy t**s at.
'That man' that she tried to do everything to get the attention of.
Fuck you birth giver.
It finally hit me about an hour after we got back to the apartment, penthouse, place. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. My whole body and soul mourned the death of my relationship with my parents and coming to terms with the fact that I was kidnapped
