The Billionaire's Widowed Assistant

Alone, kneeling at the altar, in a beautiful Church, she silently prayed while tears streaked down her soft, pale-white cheeks. Today had already been difficult, trying to work while trying to keep the memories at bay. Oh God! Memories. Good or bad, they all had the power to inflict pain. That day. The discovery. The fight. Driving home. More arguing. Speeding. Rain. Yelling. Lights. Screaming. Rolling over, and over, and over. Darkness. Jake. Quiet. Too quiet. Not moving. Cold. Dead. Pain in her abdomen. Flashing lights. Sirens. People calling to me. Far away. Too tired to answer. Numbness. Needles. Hospital. Pain. Emptiness. Loss. Loss. Loss. So much loss. Depression. The children. The children had awakened her to the fact that she had to continue to live life for their sake. So, she had moved on. Step-by-Step One day, one hour, one minute at a time. She went to work, talked to people, and cared for her children. The only thing that even dulled the pain was spending time with her children. Three months went by until she got a rather startling awakening. Broke. One the verge of foreclosure. No money. Doomed. Then, like a dream, her supervisor retired and she was picked to replace her as THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT to Ethan Wright, Billionaire businessman and playboy. The first few months at her new position was hell. She and her children barely had enough food and money to live on, as she tried to save their home from foreclosure. Now she had enough to get by with a little extra. But what if an emergency arose? Please Go, don’t let and emergency come up. If one did… She couldn’t even contemplate that right now. She was alone. Always alone. Always and most likely forever. What man in her right mind would be interested in a widowed woman with five children? That is, if she could even manage to put herself out on the market again. Sure, she was lonely, by to go through all the stress again? Could she open herself to that barrage of emotions and pain again? The trust. Dishonesty. Disillusionment. Fight. Lies. More fights. No, she would rather stay lonely than stay sane, safe, and in control of her own life. Men were bad news for her. She couldn’t even believe that she was even thinking about men. She again shook herself mentally, concluded her prayer, and started back to work.