Chapter Thirty Two

2 weeks later............

Stella

"Who is she?"

"where does she come from?"

"I'm sure this isn't his wife"

I listened and watched as people started joining in to look at a newspaper in a fat lady's hands. I walked over to where she was and tried to peak into the newspaper.

I felt my world came crumbling down when I saw the photo of me and Daryl in Paris.

"I didn't know him and his wife were divorced?."

"Maybe they're not and there's something more to it"

My face wasn't exactly shown up in the picture and that I was really thankful for. I walked away feeling very weak before sitting on a bench far away from the crowd. I placed my head in my hands. Brad did this. He was the only one with the photo. The guy that I once loved was ruining my life for what? Just because I can't get back together with him?!.

I felt someone's hand in my hair before I looked up and saw Francis standing there. We rarely talk anymore and sometimes it's like I don't even see him at all.