Life After Marriage Book 3

Thank you Sata

AMBER P.O.V. -

"So you just gon ignore me forever?" Aug looked at me with his arms on this thighs, his hands together as we waited on our flight.

I scrolled through my phone making him a figment of my imagination. Meaning he didn't exist at this moment. I didn't see him, hear him and he better not think about touching me.

Even though I was in pain, I walked myself as if I was alone. I was just completely disgusted with him.

I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt this morning as he returned to me with the same pitiful ass sad face Auggie gives to manipulate my emotions to overlook his wrongs. They are truly two peas in a pod. And it almost worked.

Keyword: almost.

Until a card with Cecile's number dropped from his pants pocket as he was trying to put them in the luggage.

This card was unblemished. Meaning he didn't try to tear it up. Ball it up. Mark it up. Nothing. It was safely kept for his future use.

His explanation - She slipped it into his pocket and he simply forgot to take it out. What planet of stupid does he think I am from?

"Baby if you let me explain." He put his arm around me.

I scooted over three other seats and dared him to move any closer with my piercing stare. He sighed and got up to go somewhere. I don't really care as long as he was away from me. Lying ass.

I just wanted to get home to my kids. I missed my babies and if no one earth made me feel special, they did. Because right now, their daddy wasn't making me feel so hot.

And he wonders why sometimes I am insecure. It's because of things like this. My worse nightmares coming true.

What makes me even more angry about the whole thing is he tried to condemn me for Wes, and here he was doing the same thing. And probably went further than a kiss!

I was so tired of dealing with him at this point. Every since I've met him my life has been a roller coaster ride of drama that never seems to end.

There is never just peace. It's never just love and bliss. I guarantee you, on the otherside of tranquil moment with Aug, is a wave waiting to drown us into more confusion. And quite frankly, I am fed up.

I am getting t00 old for this shit. And truth be told, the reason I feel I probably can't carry a baby is because of the continuous stress he puts me under.

No one should have to deal with the constant ebbs and flows I put up with him. I don't care how bad you pray, plead, beg, believe, people will not change. They are who they are. And will be who they are. I have no energy left to fight or argue anymore. I'm just tired.

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"Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." A3 ran over to my bed. August went to go pick them up for my mother's house after we returned.

He struggled about two times, then finally got up on the bed. I loved that he was so persistent about doing it himself.

He hugged my neck tightly. I puckered my lips and he gave me a quick peck.

"What happened to your leg?" He crawled down to my leg and rubbed the cast.

"Mommy hurt herself while skiing."

"You hit a tree?"

"No baby. Mommy was going too fast and slipped."

"How long you got to put that on?"

"About three weeks."

He crawled back up to me. "I take care of you okay mommy. Since you can't walk."