Always Been You

~Dante’s POV~

“You don’t get to choose whether you want me in their lives or not. I gave birth to them! Stop making me feel bad for what I did. You said I was yours. You said you would wait for me to grow up. You made a promise to me that you never kept. Now I have to get out of my children’s lives. Why? Because you say so? Never! You would rather kill me! You are here, playing the victim every day. What about me? My childhood sweetheart called me a mistake. Slept with all kinds of different women, even when I was of age. He forgot everything about his promise. I didn’t make that promise; you did! I fucking waited for you to see me as a woman. But all you did was confuse me more. Yes, you were my first. But did you care to ask me how I felt, Dante? Every fucking thing was about you. Even now, you are making everything about you without giving me a chance to explain. What the fuck do you want from me? Do you want to take me to court? Fucking take me to court! You ruined my life, and every day since you found out about the kids, you’ve been playing the victim. Fuck you! And fuck your heart. Fuck you, Dante Monroe.” I felt anger well up inside me as soon as these words left her mouth. I just waited for her to continue, as I was genuinely interested in where she was getting to. But what happened next surprised me; she began hitting me. She was hurting herself without even realizing it.

“You said I was a mistake. You wanted to be with her. Should I have told you about my pregnancy? You could have thought I wanted to use the pregnancy to keep you. You can go to hell. I’m taking my kids with me. You don’t even have the right to take them and start giving me orders. My children and I are a mistake to you!” She may not understand, but I completely understand her, and that still doesn’t give her enough reasons to flee with my children. Four years is a long time. I loved her, but right now, I am beginning to question my love for her. Is she hoping that all of her outbursts will persuade me to listen to her? That I’d be wrapped around her fingers and she’d be able to walk her way back into my heart? But that is never going to happen. I am far too intelligent to be caught up in her game. She can cry for all I care. I lost four years of my life and she gets to cry every time we have a conversation? But then there are so many things going on in my mind while I try to wrap my head around what she just said. I am stopping her from hurting herself while looking at her as she continues to do what, oh yeah, vent. I don’t know if she thinks her hands will cause any harm to me. But, shit! She was hurting herself. She couldn’t even see that she had begun to bleed.

“Lola! Lola, stop. You are hurting yourself.” She shook her head.

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“I’d rather die than give you my child…” Then she passed out. How dramatic. I wanted to let her hit the ground. Maybe she would be quick to wake up from her slumber. Even after everything. She is still the mother of my children, so I quickly grabbed her and carried her to her room. I put her in bed and left.

After a few hours, she started to walk down the stairs. I was having my lunch since I didn’t eat breakfast. I listened for her footsteps as she made her way downstairs, and she stopped when she realized I was watching her. I sipped my wine while I stared at her. I’m going to make her life miserable. Since she doesn’t want to leave my house, I will make her leave. I still don’t think any of the nonsense she’s spewed is enough for her to cut me off from my kids for the last four years. I will make her divorce me on her own. She walked down the stairs and grabbed a seat, placing her phone on the table. Her phone began to ring.

Mason, her boyfriend,

She gave me a look. Her hands were trembling. I had to raise an eyebrow at her. I’m getting this feeling that this is going to be an interesting call.

“We are not husband and wife anymore, regardless of your refusing to sign the divorce papers. Don’t let me be in the way for you and your doctor boyfriend.”

She tried to say something, but all she did was open and close her mouth. I was about to say something else, but she cut me off.

“It’s not important.”

“Well, if you say so, I mean, I’m divorcing you and if you continue to avoid him, he will leave you, too. You will end up all alone with no man by your side.”

“More important than any man are my children.”

Is she high on something? Where did all this confidence come from?

“I am not interested in renegotiation. I’ve been gracious enough to let you hold them. They do not belong to you. You called us a mistake. Why the fuck would I tell you that I am pregnant after you called me that? I can’t negotiate for my kids. Divorce me and I’ll go my way with your mistakes.”

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“I’m not going to sit here and drag the children with you. If you want to be part of their lives, you can stay here, but mind your own business. Who I fuck shouldn’t be any of your business. But I will not bring a woman in front of them till I am sure of the woman. That also applies to you.” I stood to my feet. “If you stay, of course. But if you don’t want to stay and want them to yourself, feel free to take me to court.” I sipped the last of the wine. “And Lola, keep your boyfriend far from my kids. If I see him around, what is mine, I’m going to kill him. The children are mine, not his. If you want to see him, go to him. I don’t want him to come into my house. Trust me, if I find him here, I will not hesitate to shoot.” I saw that as I walked away.

I have no problem with Mason, but I do have a problem with him lingering around my children and pretending to be their father. If he tries that nonsense, I will kill him.