His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

I woke up the next morning with a heavy head and a deep sense of regret. The sun was shining too brightly through the curtains, and I groaned, shielding my eyes with my hand. My mouth was dry, my thoughts hazy, and then the memories of the previous day came

flooding back.]

I sat up slowly, trying to piece together the events of the day before. The laughter, the clinking glasses, and the way I had let my emotions take control all came rushing back to me. How could I have allowed myself to get so carried away? A wave of embarrassment washed over me, and I buried my face in my hands.[]

I had definitely caused a scene at Johnson PACK. Yes, I'd gotten drunk, but it wasn't just the alcohol that was the problem. []

I had taken my revenge, though the details were a bit hazy. What really happened? I wasn't sure how much people knew, but I could feel the weight of it hanging over me.]

As I sat there, trying to piece everything together, a message popped up on my phone. It was from the training academy-an official confirmation that Cyrus had been sent off for his professional training.

I exhaled in relief. At least something good had come out of all the chaos. He needed this, a chance to focus on his future, away from everything happening here, away from my mess.

I dragged myself out of bed, threw on a robe, and made my way downstairs. The smell of coffee hit me, and I hoped a strong cup would help clear my head. []

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Carlos sitting at the table, reading the morning paper. His face was as calm and indifferent

as ever.

"Morning," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.[]

Carlos glanced up at me briefly and nodded. "Morning."]

I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down across from him, trying to act normal, as if yesterday hadn't happened. I glanced at Carlos, who seemed completely unbothered, absorbed in his newspaper.

I let out a small sigh of relief. Maybe he doesn't know about it. I mean, if he did, surely he would've said something by now. Right? Yet, as I sipped my coffee, the uneasy feeling in my gut persisted, reminding me that the truth always has a way of surfacing. I just needed to keep my cool until I could figure out my next move.[]

Just as I was starting to convince myself that my embarrassing episode hadn't reached him, I noticed the headline on the

front page of the paper he was holding. My stomach dropped. There it was, right in front of me: "Chaos Erupts as a Drunk Lady Causes a Scene."]

I could feel my face burning with shame. Carlos didn't say a word, his eyes still glued to the paper, his expression unreadable. I stared at my coffee cup, mortified, wishing the ground would swallow me whole. I couldn't stay there

another second.

"I, um, I'm going to give Cyrus a call to check on him and see how it's going," I blurted out, pushing my chair back quickly. and standing up. I practically ran out of the room, my heart racing.

Once I was out of Carlos's sight, I leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm myself. God, how could I have been so stupid?

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Before I could dwell too long on my embarrassment, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, seeing Vesta's name

on the screen. I hesitated for a second before answering.

"Doris!" Vesta's voice was full of energy, too cheerful considering the state yesterday."]

I sighed. "Yeah, it was... bad."[]NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

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"Bad?" Vesta laughed. "It sounds like you had quite the night. But don't worry about it, Doris. Honestly, you've been holding it together for too long. It was about time you let some of that anger out."] I rubbed my forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "I didn't help anything. I just feel... embarrassed."

"Don't," she said firmly. "You've been dealing with Sienna's nonsense for too long. And look, there's no way she's getting out of this one. The modeling agency is coming for her. She's in deep trouble."

I nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction creep in despite everything. "Yeah, she's backed into a corner now. There's no way she can talk her way out of this. The agency's all over her.'

"That's right!" Vesta said enthusiastically. "It feels good, doesn't it? After all the lies, the manipulation... she's finally getting what she deserves."]

I couldn't help but agree, it does feel good. She's been running free for too long, thinking she's untouchable."

Vesta and I chatted for a bit longer, and as we spoke, I realized how much I'd needed this. Talking about Sienna's downfall was like a balm to my wounded pride. After everything she'd done, after all the damage she'd caused, it was only right that she finally face the consequences.

The day dragged on, and by the time evening came, I felt a little more settled, though the embarrassment from the morning still remained.]

I tried to distract myself by keeping busy, but thoughts of my drunken escapade at Johnson PACK kept creeping back in. I

mind

forced myself to pick up a book hoping to lose myself in its pages. However, the words blurred together as i replayed the events of th previous day.

Just as I was about to give up on reading altogether, Carlos' lawyer arrived. His face was serious, which made my stomach tighten.