CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN : AN IMPOSSIBLE REQUEST..

A MONTH LATER ~MAE~ Initially the heartache and pain of living in a far away country without George was so excruciating and unbearable but I knew weeping every night wouldn't help situations either, instead it reopened my scars and made me have memories. Besides, Frank often made me feel so wrong for being moody, he claims he ought to be in my shoes. A scene flashed in my head and I sighed, staring out of the window. “You just have to let go of the past! Forget about that bastard. Am I not a better husband? Have I ever treated you so badly that you felt like committing suicide? Don't you eat, use or wear whatever you want?Why are you crying as if I beat you everyday? I take care of you and the kids that are not even biologically mine yet you failed to bear me my own child, who is supposed to be moody if not me? Most times you complain of being too tired to satisfy me in bed and I don't argue, I satisfy myself with other girls just to make you feel better. What else do you want?!