Two Years Later.
"Prince Connor and Caitlyn attended the global..." I turned the volume down on the television. This is why I hated watching E!. Devin walked into the room, a smile on his face.
"What's got you so excited?" I ask, eyeing him curiously.
"I got the job, I'm starting next week,"He explains.
I embraced him in a warm hug. "I'm happy for you, now if only I was so lucky. This is the second job that I've lost. This time it wasn't my fault. Mr. Carson was being a pig and he hit on me too many times to count."
"I'm glad you quit, its only right. Hey, uh I saw the news about —"
"I'd rather not talk about it, D," I say, standing from the couch. I walked into the kitchen, but he followed closely behind me.
"And I respect that, but could you please tell me what happened?"
"Its been two years, I barely remember." I open the fridge and take out the bottle of wine, I consistently enjoyed. I reach into the cabinets and pull out one of my many wine glasses. I poured myself a cup of wine.
"Or are you trying to forget?"
"D, please. Connor is my past, I want to leave him there."
I had left England two years ago and returned to the United States. Staying in England was pointless. I didn't have a job, I was heartbroken and things were not looking up for me. As soon as I got the chance I left. I got away as quickly as I possibly could. Connor called me, texted me, emailed me and sent me letters. He even flew over here to find me. Luckily I was away in Atlanta when he came. When I had discovered that he had come, I went to Hawaii for a year.
It helped ease my mind, giving me much needed perspective. When I came back from my isolated retreat I heard about the miscarriage. I felt bad for the both of them and that's when it all stopped. He stopped writing and calling and texting. I kept his letters, every single one.
Devin shrugs. "I'll see you later."
"Okay." I turned back to the counter and placed my palms down in front of me, dropping my head. My mind began racing. Brief flashbacks gnawing at me. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind.
I lifted my head, taking the wine in my hand and downing the entire glass.
I place the glass in the sink and grab the bottle, walking into the living room. I took a seat on the couch and stared ahead, the bottle of wine tightly held in my hand.
"Stop crying so much, Jennifer," Leslie said, rubbing my back. I shook my head dismissing the idea. I was heart broken, I deserved to cry a little. m
Only in my freshman year of college and my boyfriend, who I believed I
loved very much had cheated on me. I was a little depressed.
"Les, he told me he loved me. How could he just lie like that?"
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Behind Closed Doors
Roman d'amourI'm royally screwed and I mean that Literally. One day I was graduating from Yale, and then the next day I was being offered a job in England by the royal family to be their trusted advisor. You see it was strange to me, that they would ask me, a ne...
