Your father, if he was looking down, would be ashamed of me. Your father was in the army. He was a soldier, and he died before you were born in active service. I said I didn’t know who your father was because it hurt too f**king much. It still hurts now. Being sober wasn’t the answer as that hurt. Everything hurt accept drinking. Drinking and being in the arms of another man could make me forget everything I lost.
Nothing I write in this letter is going to change what happened. When I found out I was pregnant I was so happy because when your father got home, we’d be a family. He never came home even though he used to write all the time.
This is hurting me to write. Lana, I did love you, but life was easier for me to not be part of it. If you’ve ever been in love you’ll understand, and if you haven’t you won’t. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry for all the pain I caused.
Mom
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Kent watched as she read it. There was no emotion on her face, nothing. “Are you okay?” he asked.
He’d read the letter before giving it to her because it hadn’t been sent to the post woman. A nurse had delivered it to his office with a warning that it might not be a nice letter.
“Yeah, this apology sounds like her. I can’t believe she’s dead.”
Pulling out the picture in his pocket, Kent handed it to her. “This fell out of the letter. It’s a baby picture of you.”
The tears did fall then. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as all the emotion ran out of her. Kent closed his eyes as he forced his c**k to relax. Being without her every day was sending his libido all over the place.
They’d been together five years, but that time hadn’t stopped his attraction for her.
“I’ve got nothing to say about it, Kent. She did have a picture of me as a baby. I get it, but I can’t do anything about this letter,” she said.
“No, you can’t do anything about the letter, but you can know she didn’t act the way she did because she wanted to. Your mother was heartbroken and lost. I know that doesn’t excuse her behaviour, but at least it will give you closure on the matter.”
Lana wiped her tears. “You’re right. It really does.”
Once she settled down, Kent handed her another letter. A letter he hadn’t opened.
“What’s this? I’m almost scared to open it.”
Kent was nervous for her. He’d gotten the call himself from the publisher asking if it was okay to approach his wife with a deal. From the minute he got the call on the acceptance he wanted to call Lana. This was her moment to realise she’d succeeded. No one else had a right to ruin it.
She opened the letter and then squealed. “They want my book,” she said.
Lana threw her arms around him. The love he felt for her multiplied. All he ever wanted for her was to get her dream. Watching her work on the book had made him nervous and happy for her. Her passion for cooking was infectious.
Wrapping his arms around his wife, Kent was once again thankful for Lana entering his life as a cleaner. The billionaire and the cleaner, no one had expected them to have a happy ever after but they did. Kent looked forward to the many years he was going to spend with the woman he loved, his best friend, his soul mate, and his cleaner.
The End