Chances

Chapter 1

  Where do I even start? The love story? The divorce? The after-mass? Or the beginning?

     There was just so much to tell. You know, I love him. He loved me. But sometimes, love isn't enough. Then I began to wonder, is it ever enough?

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    I saw another tear fall onto the picture frame. One tear after the other, making little droplets appear all over the photo. That damned, precious photo.

      We were once so happy.

     It was today. The day we signed the divorce papers. The day I lost the love of my life.

     But, it was also the day Diana died. My darling baby. In conclusion, today was the day everything fell apart.

FLASHBACK

     I tapped my feet as I patiently waited for Alex to come home. I was so ready to give him the good news. I practically ran to the door as I heard the locks click.

     There he was, my Alex. The love of my life.

"Honey, I have the greatest news," I squealed.

"Why?" he whispered as he sat on the couch. His eyes were filled with such pain and despair.

"Why what?" I asked in the same voice level. What is happening?

"Was I not enough?" he asked again.

"What are you talking about sweetie?" I said with fear evident in my voice.

"You probably call him that too," he muttered.

"What?" I whispered.

"Get out," he yelled.

"B- but Alex," I stammered.

"I'll send you the divorce papers," he stated.

"Alex," I repeated," Please, I'm pre-"

"I said get out," he yelled.

FLASHBACK OVER

Nevertheless, André made my life complete. He was the anchor in my life. The last thing I had.

      I looked at him and wondered what my baby Diana would look like. They were twins after all.

     After the divorce, I shut everything that I had left out. I ran away. Until one day, I decided I wasn't going to cry anymore. I was going to build my life back up. Without him.

     So, I became the richest and most powerful woman in the world. Then soon becoming the richest and most powerful human to live. Other CEOs and billionaires knew me as the 'Ice Queen' who cared for no one but herself and son.

"Mommy," he whispered as I held him in my arms.

"Yes sweetheart," I sighed as I hiccuped from my cries.

"Why you cwrying (crying)?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it baby," I smiled.

     My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a knock on the door. I kissed him on the head as I stood up. I wiped my tears. No one can know how much he has affected me. How much I still love him.

      I trudged toward the door in despair. I sighed before opening it to find my worst nightmare.

"Hello, mi amore."