Always Been You

~Dante’s POV~

Fucking great!

Every time I’ll be hearing about Lola, Lola, this Lola, that, can’t I fucking get a break? I have made an effort to be a good husband, but it seems that no one appreciates the shit that I do. I went through shit because of that girl, in the name of love.

Fuck love, fuck Lola, and fuck everything else in this world. Fuck it all.

She dumped me for another available dick without so much as a second thought for either our children or for me. We were supposed to be fixing our trust issues along with our relationship. Every time there is a glimmer of hope for us, she goes and ruins everything. My naïve mother thinks that she is being drugged, but in reality, they are just drugging themselves out of love for one another. After pouring another glass of scotch and consuming it all in one sitting, I got up and went to work. These days, I have absolutely no self-confidence, but having a glass of scotch in the morning helps me keep my head held high. The little confidence I had left in me, Lola, crashed it on our children’s birthday. I arrived at work and went straight to my office. I am in no mood for anything at the moment. I just want to go to work and go back to my children without thinking about anything that has to do with pussies, especially one that belongs to a certain woman.

I threw my bag on the couch and headed for my desk. As I was about to open one of the files on my desk, I received a call from Japan, bloody Suzuki Industries. Can I ever make these people happy?Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Mr. Suzuki: Mr. Monroe, we loved the second pitch that Mrs. Monroe submitted to our team last Wednesday. We have been looking for a company to provide us with such goods, but none of the companies could. I have no idea how Mrs. Monroe came to know about that project; we were just planning on dropping it due to a lack of suppliers, but your wife found us; isn’t that amazing?

Wife?

If there is one thing that can be said about that woman, it is that she is a whore. She abandoned both me and my children for another man. Now I have to play husband in front of this old man.

Me: Mr. Suzuki, I am not sure what my wife proposed. However, please allow me some time to invite her in so she can talk to you with regard to the proposition.

Mr. Suzuki: That sounds absolutely wonderful, Mr. Monroe.

How the fuck would she go and propose something to Suzuki Industries without consulting me first? I really look like an idiot right now. I pressed the intercom.

“Get Lola to my office now!”

As I waited for Lola, Mr. Suzuki went on and on about his daughter and her new husband, how happy they are, and how they appreciated that I flew all the way from New York to Japan just for them. All I did was a nod to every fucking thing the man was saying. Can I tell him my wife is busy screwing another man when he’s busy telling me about his daughter’s happy marriage while the damn trip to Japan crashed my marriage into pieces?

As I was about to tell the man to stop annoying me, Lola walked in. She seemed to be very sickly. Is she sick? She’s sweating; I brush it off; it’s none of my business.

“You called for me.” Her voice was weak. It’s difficult for her to even stand. There is clearly something wrong with her.

“Yes, I did. Mr. Suzuki of Suzuki Industries is on the line with regard to the proposition you sent to them.” She looked confused. Her hand flew to her head. She tried to think hard but ended up sweating.

No, she is not okay; is she pregnant? So she finally had a baby with that bastard. I ought to just walk away from her and mind my own business, but the fact remains that she is the mother of my children.

Me: Mr. Suzuki, I think my wife isn’t feeling well; can we get back to you later?

I said, not waiting for any second for the man to answer me. I hung up the call.

“Wife, wha-t d-o you m-e-a-n wife, are yo-u, not my brother?” What the fuck is she talking about? How on earth would she call me her brother? Hell yeah, hell yea, I was once her brother, but I married her. I looked at her; she didn’t look so good, so I rushed to her and carried her in bridal style, rushing her to the hospital. I shouldn’t be helping her, but for the sake of our kids, I will. I don’t want them to think I let their mother die while I watched. I waited a bit, as Emily was busy attending to her. Why should I wait to hear that she was pregnant with another man? I scoffed and started to walk toward the door.

“Dante, this does not bode well; I don’t understand why Lola would take such medication.” I drew a breath,

“Isn’t she supposed to be pregnant?”

“Are you mad? This is more serious, Dante. Lola is taking medication that is making her lose her memory?”

“What?”

My mother was right, that bastard was drugging her. Did he rape her, did he force himself on her? What have I done? What the fuck did I do? It would have been better if I had listened to my mother. How the fuck will I ever forgive myself if something happens to her?

Mason Blackwoods, I am going to wreck him, and I am going to wreck anyone else who had anything to do with this mess.

“Run tests on her, and I want every trace of medication my wife has been taking, and please tell me no one forced themselves on her.”

“Understood.”