Broken Strings

C H A P T E R S I X T E E N

"Good Morning, Amanda. I'm sure you had a great time fucking my husband last night. But in case you weren't aware, you aren't welcome in my house." She looked at Amanda, raising an eyebrow, daring her to talk back. Anisha wouldn't let them treat her like that anymore.

However many days she had left, she was going to spend those days laughing and smiling.

She wasn't going to worry about the liar and cheater she called her husband anymore. She had spent more than enough of her time crying for things to be different.

She was going to spend her last days, with her kids, laughing and smiling. She was going to spend her last few days being happy.

She turned and faced her husband, giving him a sharp smile, refusing to let him or Amanda speak another word. "Oh honey, in case you weren't aware I pay for half of the things in this house. So I suggest you learn to keep your fucking trash out of my house."

Her voice sounded bitter. Because Anisha Hayes was nothing but bitter. Because all she had ever done was suffer. And everything she had suffered made her bitter.

She gently put Mira down, smiling at her daughter as Mira hid behind her mother, peeking out every few seconds only to wave goodbye to Amanda.

The pain in her stomach was still there but it was a little less. In the past week, this was the first time she had taken her medications willingly.

She was going to try and be happy. She was going to try.

She took a small step closer to Andrew. Her eyes were hard and her voice was emotionless. She simply didn't care anymore. "I don't care where or how you fuck her when I'm not around. I don't care what you do with her when I'm not watching. But this house, I have as much of a right over this house as you do. Don't you even think of bringing her here. Are we clear?"

She smiled and took a step back.

And Andrew couldn't help but shiver at her cold tone. Her voice, it was always soft and sweet. He hadn't ever heard it sound so harsh and indifferent before.

But he knew it was all because of his doings. It was all because of his mistakes.

He reached out, trying to grab her hand as she took a step back from him and pulled her hand away from him. He was trying. He had no idea how to approach her. He had no idea how to even try to fix the mistakes he had made.

He had fucked up.

"Wait Anisha, I didn't invite her." He ran a hand through his hair and gave her a soft look. And his voice, it held a silent plea to it.

He needed her to trust that he hadn't invited Amanda. He had no fucking idea what Amanda was even doing at his house. He didn't want Amanda.

He had never want Amanda. He wanted Anisha. He had always wanted Anisha.

She ignored him and looked down at Mira. "What does my favorite Princess want for breakfast?"

All she cared about was her children. She was done trying to fix her broken marriage. She was done caring.

"Ice Cream! I want chocolate ice cream!" Mira gave her mother a toothy grin. And ran to the kitchen, thinking her mother had agreed to let her eat ice cream for breakfast.

Anisha gave Andrew one last look before she followed Mira. She had said everything she needed to say him. But for some reason, she didn't understand the way Andrew was looking at Mira. He seemed confused.

And she wasn't sure why.

Mira always wanted to eat ice cream or cake every day for breakfast. It was nothing new. She couldn't understand why he would look at her with that kind of confusion.