do we ever get a second chance at true love- chapter: 1

7 months earlier

its been 3 weeks since my husband told me about his affair with a women called bianca.

apparently its been on and off for a couple of months now.

adam my soon to be ex-husband keeps on texting me that we need to talk about this.

so i text him right now.

'meet me at sullivan pot bar at 7'

katrina my work friend pushes in line to talk to me.

she's taking a year off to go work on a movie and begs me to come with her.

"hey babe" she says.

"hey katrina" i reply.

scanning the last of the elderly womens items.

"hand on" i say to katrina. i turn to the elderly lady. "that'll be $158"

she grabs her purse out an dpays the money. "have a nice day" i say.

i turn back to katrina.

"so how is that a*****e husband of yours" she asks.

"well i'm meeting him tongiht to talk about it" i answer.

"are you going to hook up with him again" she questions. the first time katrina met adam she hated him  and always had a bad feeling about him.

"no i just need to ask him a few questions thats it" i say.

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i arrive at sullivan pot bar and i see adam there with a women probably bianca she has nerve showing her face around me.

iw alk in and adam looks up he waves like we are the ebst of friends.

i sit down at the table and stare at bianca she isn't even pretty ( thats a lie)

"hi adam" i say.

"hey kristen" he replies.

"look i wanted to ask you a few questions before we make the divorce final" i say.

"okay go ahead" adam says.

"are you in love with this women"

"did you love eher the first time you met her or saw her"

"did you ever regret it while you were going out with me"

"do you want to get a divorce"

"what is d-

"slow down krsiten" adams ays touching my arm. i pull away.

"answer the questions" i shout.

"you wnat the answers fine here's the answers" he shouts back.

bianca ahs a smirk on her face.

i slap her on the cface. "you think this is funny" i scream at her.

her smirk is gone and she has a death stare.

"i did love ehr when i met her i'm in love with her now i did regret because i loved you too and i think its best we get a divorce.

"well thats what i think too" i say.

"we are over" i shout while i'm walking out the door.

i ahve to get out of this hell whole of a city.

chicago that was.

 

my phone rings waking me form my blissful morning sleep. i lean over and check the time. s**t. its 10.24 i was suppose to be at work hours ago.

i answer the phone. its my boss greg.

'hi greg'- me

'your late'- greg

'sorry i'll be in the office soon'- me

'no you have to be at the airport'- greg

'airport what are you talking about'-me

'you said you would come on that business trip to chicago with me'greg

'to chicageo i didn't know it was there i don'-

'your coming i already bought you a ticket now hurry up th plane leaves at 3.00 you ahve to pack your bag and get to the airport'- greg he hangs up.

chicgao i ahve to go back to stupid chicago back to adam and his finance bianca yes katrina filled me with the details.

i'm starting to feel sick but there's no way i'm getting out of this.

i get my suitcase out of the cupboard and start to pack.

 

 

the first face i saw was hers. bianca's the new journalist for the competing newspapoer. her brown hair kept on going in her face and she would gently sweep it away.

she was hot.

wait what was i thinking  i'm going to propose to my girlfriend kristen in a couple of weeks.

but i just ahd to talk to her bianca that was.

i walk up to her she's eating a salad. ceaser i think but it doesn't matter.

"hi your bainca right" i say.

"yes do i know you" she asks politely.

"i'm not sure but i'm adam from the chicago times" i say.

"Oh i love that paper but they wouldn't accept me so i applied for the west newspaper" bianca says. her voie was so sexy.

"would you like to sit down and we can talk some more" bianca asks.

i nod.

as soon as i sit down i get a text.

from kristen.

hey snugglebear

i luv u feeling lonely can't wait to get off the plane and see you

"that was just my mother" i say lying but it felt like the right thing to do at the time.

 

 

i arrive at the airport at 1.33. i gave greg a ring when iw as in the car and he siad he would be at the food court.

my suitcase was so heavy and i caould barley pull it along.

i look at the signs. damn it i'm going the worng way foodcorts the other way. sorry greg might be a bit longer than i thought.

 

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