"Mia, how long are you going to do this? Lauren is somewhere living her life, and that is what we should do. We have a business to run, a daughter to cater for," Miles said with a huff.
He picked up his suitcase and left the house, slamming the heavy wooden smart door. I sat down for a while on the couch.
Pondering over the past few years. There was no doubt everything had changed. We had our own company, in our name. There was no more Bryon, but Miller. Miles got rid of his father's name after the whole incident. And after a year of our private wedding, we were blessed with Ophelia. Everything seemed beautiful, but my mind was troubled. Troubled that in the near future our happy ever after story won't be as happy as it seemed, if the past remains unaddressed.
