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“Lynn, something isn’t right,” Elise tries.
“No,” I bellow. “That’s his fucking handwriting. It’s over. He doesn’t want me. Let it go. I am.”
I curl into a ball on the floor and hold myself tightly. I’ve lost more than a boyfriend. I’ve lost a friend, a dream.
What did I do? Why has he become so cold? Will I survive this? Because it doesn’t feel like it.
“Daddy was right,” I sob into my knees as I lie on the floor.
As much as I wish I could turn back time, I don’t think it would matter. To think I was going to give all this up for him. Now I’m nothing to him, not even good enough to say those words to my face.
Elise comes to sit beside me and starts to stroke my hair. “I’m so sorry, Cakes.”
“Promise me something,” I whimper.
“Anything, you know that.”
“Promise me. Promise you won’t try to contact him or fix this. I want to forget about him. I’ve hurt enough.”
“We won’t even mention his name anymore. Consider him erased.”
“Thanks, Elise.”
“I’m here for whatever you need. You’re stuck with me, kid. I love you like my own.”
“I love you too.”
CHAPTER 47
Setting Up Options
Donna
Four months later…
I’ve been workingTrevor Monroe since freshman year. Only death would have set him free from me. Too bad he didn’t get that lucky.
He fucked up his draft chances, but I still have hope. I was so focused on him getting to the draft I hadn’t been listening to Corinne when she talked about the Monroe oil and livestock wealth. This still could work.
Thank goodness for insurance plans. One drunk night and my future is set. Trevor will never know what hit him. I’m almost positive the baby will look just like him. The Monroes have strong genes. I’ve thought this one through.
“I wonder what team he would have ended up on. I would have loved to live in LA. Oh, maybe New York or Atlanta would have signed him,” I muse to myself.
I would’ve done any of those places. Anywhere but here in Texas. Although, the ranching and oil business seems to have done well for this family by the looks of this place.
Maybe when Trevor finishes rehab, he can land on a team next year. He’s such a great player. They could still want him, right?
Ugh, three or four years and then he could retire from football and take over this place. Gah, but all this mud and horse shit is bound to work my last nerve. Maybe there’s a way to make this work and never have to step foot in this place.
“There’s a lot of money to be had,” I murmur and pat my belly.
“Donna?”
I roll my eyes as I hear the country twang in his voice. Don’t get me wrong, Trevor has it too. It’s just Cliff seems to be a bit too country for me.
I turn to him with a sweet smile. “Hey, Cliff, how are you, sugar?”
“I’m fine. What are you doing here?” he asks and looks around as if someone’s going to jump out from someplace. Then his eyes drop to my belly and grow wide.
