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CHAPTER TWELVE
"YES!" I roll my eyes.
"What part of: don't talk, do you not understand?"
The woman under me whimpered but didn't talk. I pounded into her roughly, not being able to keep my sanity intact while doing so.
Eventually, I just pulled out of her told I leave.
"But—?"
"Go!"
Fixing her hair, she shot me glare after pulling down her dress.
"You'll regret leaving me, Sebastian Kane." She huffed.
"That's what the last one said...I still don't remember her name." I scoffed, dismissing her with a wave of my hand.
Six months...
I let s**t get out of hand, and here I am. I can't sleep, can't eat. Can't run my company. Can't stay in my house.
That damned house... I'll probably sell it.
Every time I walked in the kitchen, I saw her cooking and laughing with Addison.
But, that image soon flickered into watching her throw a plate at me, crying, telling me she was done.
I couldn't sit in living room, without thinking of Addison playing blocks, and me teaching him about architecture.
Pictures of Layla silently crying sitting in front of the TV, Addison not looking my way crowded out the happy image.
My bed smelled of her, it was the only way I could get a modicum of sleep.
Addison's bedroom reminded me of how horrible of a father I was.
But it's my fault. It's my fault that every happy memory is shrouded by something bad that I caused.
It's my fault they're gone. I made the bed, I sleep in it. I just...don't sleep.
I wonder how Layla and Addie are doing, but every time I'm tempted to find them, I stop.
By now, they're happy.
By now they're stable.
I'm not going to ruin their life a second time. Still, just to be sure they're safe...I call my guy, ask him to do some digging.
He found an address, but I told him not to tell me.
I don't wanna know.
I don't wanna ruin them.
He went to the town he found them in, and I was right.
They are happy.
Addison is about to start school, and they have beautiful little home.
Laylani found success, finished school opened up a business.
They were fine.
They didn't need me.
My phone rang.
"Boss," Fred asked hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"The boy found me. He's demanding to speak to you."
My brow furrows.
How in the world...
I hear a grunt of pain over the line, some scuffling and then:
"Hello, Father." A small but cold voice says.
My breath catches.
"Hi, Addison." I don't know what to say.
But he does.
My boy is more of a man than I am, and I can't figure out for the life of me how the hell that happened.
"Call off your dogs, and leave us alone. My momma is happy, and she's gonna stay happy, 'cause you're gonna stay away," he coldly demands.
"Son,"
"I am not your son. I want my Momma happy, and all you do is make her cry. You can't hide in this town, it's too small, so I'll know if you follow us. Just... leave us alone."
The line clicks.
I tell myself that I brought this on my own head. I tell myself how I deserve this.
Somehow, it doesn't make it easier.
It doesn't make it more bearable.
Really, it's the what ifs and what could've been that keep me up.
Could we have gotten married?
Fell in love?
Could we have had a another baby together?
What if I had told the press to stop slandering her? What if I had stood up for her? For my son?
What if I had spent time with her and Addie? What if I had let go of the spite and hurt that she left me, and realize she was there?
Well, should've, could've, would've...
Didn't.
At the end of the night, I didn't.
"I'm sorry Laylani. I'm sorry my boy,"
I pretend I'm not crying, and try to sleep.
But it's hard when you break your own heart and have reassemble it.
It's hard.
"I'm sorry."
Do you feel bad for Sebastian?
Do you think he should get another chance?
Why?
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