I mean, you noticed the signs, didn't you? When I talked about him, you could tell that I was falling in love with the guy, right?
Please tell me that I wasn't just feeling that in my head and actually driving him away or something. Please tell me that I didn't do something inadvertent to make this happen.
Wait.
Actually, no. Don't tell me anything.
I don't want to talk about that bastard for another second.
I can't believe him. That fucker!
I should have known to stay away from him from the first afternoon where I saw Mom leaving his apartment. You remember that night I tried to seduce him? Calling him Daddy? I bet he was laughing at me.
God, I bet he's just laughing at me right now, isn't he? I bet he and Lorna are just chuckling over how I'm nothing more than a stupid little girl who thought she was indulging a crush on her stepdad. It wouldn't surprise me if the Lorna knew this whole time and was just going along with the whole thing and laughing behind the scenes.
No, don't shake your head. After what Mason just pulled in there, anything is possible, you know.
I know you want to give him the benefit of the doubt and everything, especially since I'm pregnant with his baby. But trust me, he doesn't deserve it. He's an asshole who doesn't deserve to have the benefit of anything. I seriously hope that--
The skies open up above me and the first flash of lightning and crack of thunder goes through just as I'm angrily crossing the median divider of Park Avenue as I head west.
I notice that the skies have darkened. They're a whole lot darker now than they were just five minutes ago when I stormed out of the Four Seasons.
There's another flash and crack.
And within seconds, just as I get to the sidewalk, the first heavy drops of rain start to fall from the sky.
I don't have an umbrella, unlike everyone around me who seems to pull theirs out.
So I'm just walking down Park Avenue as the rain starts coming down.
I'm getting drenched. But you know what?
Fuck it.
I'm pregnant. Lonely.
The woman I thought was my mother actually has no relation to me. The only connection I truly have with her is that she caused my biological father to kill himself years ago.
The man that I thought of as my stepfather and who I thought I was falling in love with happens to have betrayed me worse than I've ever thought possible—trading in love and happiness for the chance to save his company by joining forces with the Devil.
Oh, and I'm also carrying his baby.
And if Mason is out of my life, then it's probably a good bet that I'm out of a job. I mean, either Lorna will come for me, or he will.
My "mother" has already kicked me out of her house. She could very easily require Mason to force me out of a job.
Which means that I wouldn't have enough money to even afford the walk-up apartment I have on the Lower East Side without a job.
Do you remember earlier on when you first met me I told you that I never really grew up knowing poverty or want?
I know I may have come across as a bit of a brat, basically saying oh I've been well off.
Well, guess what, hun. I'm broke, single, lonely, betrayed, pregnant, and drenched to the bone as I walk down New York City right about now.
I think if anything this whole experience has
me humbled. A lot.