Eva
We are at the dinner that Simon organized, I didn't feel like coming, the scene from last night is still engraved in my mind. I slept at the Kings' house, I knew that Christian would come looking for me and that's why I avoided him, what was left of us, if anything remained, is now extinct. This is stupid, why can't I just be happy?
Why? Sometimes I think that there is someone behind my whole life, someone who insists on making me suffer, who writes my life in this strange, twisted, painful way… Could it be that you can change the script of my life? It's useless, this is not a story and I will not have a happy ending.
-You look gorgeous, Eva.
-Thank you Dom, and how could I not be, according to Mag the pregnancy makes me look radiant.
-And I support her theory, that little boy or
