I have to leave later today.
But I’m not giving up on us, Paige. I’ll wait for as long as it takes.”
Before Damian left, he left me his contact information and promised to check in when he could.
For the next few weeks, I was furious. I didn’t respond to his texts.
But I did start arranging to sell his business and consolidate assets.
That brought some trouble with his parents, who wanted to claim what Damian had left me after his “death.”
I had to see them several times in the presence of lawyers, and they were scary people.
But there was nothing they could do legally to take anything from me, and my attorneys weren’t afraid of them. So, his parents were forced to back off, and I was free to sell what I needed.
When all was said and done, I started to see what Damian had done as the right choice.
He was protecting himself and me from them. It was reckless and stupid but also selfless.
Weeks later, I realized something: I still loved him.
Despite what he put me through, my heart hadn’t let go.
I picked up my phone and dialed his number.
“Paige?” he answered, pleasantly surprised.
“Where are you?” I asked. “I’ll go there, but never do that to me again.”
And that was it. Now, I’m in another country where they speak an entirely different language, but the beach is 30 minutes away.
I had to give up everything, and it was worth it.
Damian and I had another wedding and actually got to enjoy it this time.
His parents won’t ever find us, and we’re living our best life.
🤔🤔🤔
Source: amomama
