Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
I’m more certain now that I was ready to tell my friends and family about us getting back together; all I was waiting for was the mess of his divorce to be handled, which he promised me would be soon.
I’ve thought about the fans, both his and mine, and wondered for a bit how they would handle it. I even thought about her fans and wondered the same thing. I can’t so easily forget that I had received death threats instigated by her, no doubt, and that was when Ryder and I hadn’t even laid eyes on each other in years. I can’t imagine how unhinged they would become when the news broke.
Sometimes I wish we could move, just run away somewhere together, that we could leave this all behind for a less stressful life. A life somewhere where no one knows us and no one cares about our fame. A little picturesque town with fall colors and spring blossoms.
But then I imagine the sadness he would feel since there would be no children, no one to share our joy with, and my little daydream becomes tainted. So work it will be. Work and a relationship we can both rely on for support.
Because of the way I look forward to hearing his voice every night, I know that I would never want to miss it again. I try hard not to focus on what had been taken from me, from us. I try to think only of the future and not look back too much because when I do, the anger and resentment I feel are astounding.
I have visions of hurting the ones who hurt me, including Rachel. Just thinking about that girl gives me heartburn. I could never figure out how or why she’d done this to me, why she’d played a part in something that was so destructive in my life, all while holding my hand under the guise of being there for me. Her betrayal is almost as bad as his was.
I haven’t told Sydney any of this yet; she’s on tour and doesn’t need the stress. She’s going to be pissed, not just about Rachel, who she never liked nor trusted, but about my getting back together with Ryder. It was her reaction I feared most, even more than my own mother’s.
Mom will come around because she loves me. Not that Sydney doesn’t, but a sister-friend love is different. She got to see me at my worst. Things I hadn’t shared with my mom; she knew and was there for it all. Of everyone, she would be our fiercest detractor, and it wasn’t unwarranted, so I can’t fault her for that.
Just because I’ve accepted Ryder and given him a second chance, I don’t expect that everyone else would; I just hope I don’t lose a friend over it. Rachel, on the other hand, well, I haven’t been able to bring myself to talk to her yet. Not after that bogus story about me going away for a while which I’d barely gotten through.
I can’t put it off much longer now that I am back to work, and everyone knows. She’d get suspicious if I’m not calling her just to check-in. And then there’s her mother. I don’t have it in me to make the poor woman suffer just because her daughter is a snake, but I know Rachel wouldn’t be able to afford her care on her own. Maybe I can still keep taking care of her after I kick her daughter out of my life, but there’s no way I can have her around me, not after the horrible things she’s done.
I was beyond heartbroken when it came to light that she was the one who had organized that whole fiasco of a trip all those years ago. She knew back then how I felt about the Hudson sisters but had encouraged me to stay cordial to them, at least, even after their mother tried to brainwash me into hiring her as my manager.
I never suspected her association with them because I thought she was just there for me. But learning that it was all lies and that she was the one who had been able to convince Ryder that I had not only cheated on him but gotten rid of his child because of our close association has left me feeling raw and emotional.
I trusted her; I let her into my life and held nothing back. Maybe that’s part of my problem. I’ve always been too open, too kind in the face of other people’s bullshit. I don’t feel like being that way anymore. I don’t think I can ever let anyone get that close to me again. She made me believe I was crazy for five years. She’s not at all the person I thought she was.