"You can't be serious! After everything we've been though! Was it all a lie Mattia?!"
"Y/n wait!"
"Expect to see the divorce papers in a week."
"Y/n be reasonable!"
"Was it reasonable for you to sleep with your ex in our bed?! We have a daughter Mattia!"
"I'm sorry!"
"Me too."
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"Momma, the mail came." Maira says. I walk over to her and grab a letter from her.
Dear y/n,
Addison and I are getting married and we'd like you to be a bridesmaid. It's on March 4th.
Sincerely,
Bryce and Addison
"Pack you bags baby. We're going to L.A." I say. She smile and jumps up and down.
"Are we going to visit daddy?" She asks. I sigh.
"We'll see him there, but we're going for a wedding." I reply. She runs upstairs and starts packing as I slowly make my way to my room. I plop onto the bed and sigh. He is the LAST person I want to see right now. I just got the pain to go away.
"I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you." I whisper as a single tear rolls down my cheek. I stand up and walk into my closet, grabbing my suitcase and packing some clothes.
Two Months.
I think. I just have to survive two months and then, I can leave again. Right?