Chapter 50: No Happily Ever After?

Four Years Later

Vanessa's my fourth wife. Is she my last?

Each marriage has ended after two years. I call it the two-year curse.

Divorce is never easy.

I tend to deal with the emotional mess by throwing money at the problem. I offered Uma child support even though her daughter wasn't my own.

Light footsteps become louder.

I'm in my bedroom, getting dressed for a happy event.

I'm alone.

The light shines brightly in the bedroom as I button the third button of my crisp white business shirt. I look towards the door and force a smile.

Junior stands in the doorway, looking at the messy California King bed before he looks to his left.

That's where I am. I stand in front of the full-length mirror and glance at myself again. The first two buttons of my shirt are unbuttoned.

Maybe I should wear a tie. Yeah, it is a formal event--perhaps--

"Da Da," Junior says, running towards me.

I scoop him into my arms.

Junior's grown so much.