Chapter 30

                                    

                                          
Ella POV
                          
I rushed downstairs with Matthew right behind me. I could tell that he was pretty uncomfortable with this situation. I made it down the stairs and looked around to see if she was in the front foyer. She wasn't there. 
                          
"Living room." Matthew said. I nodded and walked to the living room. 
                          
I saw Meredith sitting on the couch looking around. She saw me and stood up. She walked towards me, probably anticipating a hug but I stepped back and said, "Why are you here?" 
                          
She frowned and stepped back a bit. She sighed and looked at me. "Ella, can we talk?" 
                          
I rolled my eyes. "I don't know can we? Because I don't like to waste my time. Because you know, if there's one things you can never get back, it's time. But why am I tell you this? You're way more experienced than I am." 
                          
She looked very...disappointed? And...sad? Matthew grabbed my hand and squeezed it a bit. "Talk to your mom." 
                          
"She's not my mom, Matthew." 
                          
He cupped my cheek. "Just talk to her Ella." 
                          
I sighed. "Fine." 
                          
"Good, now I'll be right back." I was about to stop him from leaving but he was already gone.
                          
I walked over to the couch and sat down. Meredith came over and sat on the couch across from me with a coffee table between us. 
                          
"Look Meredith, you have 5 minutes to talk, and then you're out."
                          
She scoffed. "Wow, I just never thought I would live to see the day, my own daughter kicks me out of her home." 
                          
"I'm not your daughter!" I shouted.
                          
"Ella, can I just explain?" 
                          
I didn't say anything, I just looked away from her face.
                          
"Your father was and still is a wonderful man. He did love me and he did do every possible thing he could've done to please me. I was, am and still will always be so very greatful for his adoration and kindness he had for me. And most of all be thankful for raising such a beautiful, strong, responsible and honest woman like yourself." She sighed and looked up to the ceiling as if she was trying to hold back her tears. "Your father and I, we had an arranged marriage. Out marriage was decided by our parents when we were much younger. That is how your father and I got married. When I was in high school, I met this guy named John who I initially hated, but with time hate turned into love and I did eventually fall in love with him. He ended up being my boyfriend of 6 years. When u graduated university, I was reminded of my marriage to your father. And to be honest I wasn't the happiest. When I met your father, he was very charming, and handsome and oh so kind. That's what I admired most about him. His kindness. I was convinced that after the marriage, there will be live eventually and with time a sort of did move on. When you were little, your father took me to the office to meet some clients and introduce myself to them. One of those clients happened to be John Winderston, my ex. After that day I realized I still wasn't over him. It started with an affair, but then there came a day where I'd just had enough, I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to lie to your father or you. So I did what I thought was right at the time and ran away." She wiped a stray tear off of her face. "When I saw you at the casino night in Italy, I was determined to talk to you and tell you the truth. And I guess here we are now." 
                          
I didn't say anything. I just had to process everything. So Meredith did this because she was in love and not because she wanted more money. I feel like the worlds biggest idiot. All this time I was judging her so hard on he leaving us and thinking that she did it because she was a gold digging asshole. But now she's tell me it was because she was in love. I honestly don't know what to do.
                          
I didn't know I was crying, or sobbing, until I felt warm, loving arms wrap around me. "Oh honey, don't cry. That's the last thing I wanted. Ella, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you when you needed me. I'm sorry for not being there at  hardest times in life. But most of all I'm sorry that I didn't express my love to you." 
                          
I sobbed even harder. Mere-my mom came around and sat on the other side of me on the couch. I fixed myself and laid my head in her lap while she was patting my head. This was the moment that I had been wanting for. This very moment was what I wanted, what I needed most. 
                          
I was slowly drifting off to a peaceful sleep however before I closed my eyes I said, "I love you too, mom." 













                          
Hey guys, so I'm still not sure to continue or not because I review some of my idea and thought about it. 
                          
The ideas were very weak in a sense. So there's no promises to continue, however if I do not continue, this book will be over in 3-4 chapters. 
                          
No promises but if I do continue, a sequal?? I don't know what do you guys think? 
                          
Anyways, it's like 1:00 in the morning here in canada. 
                          
My question to you is what time is it where you are?