|What Ana Didn't Realise
Author: 27ShadesOfElliePotter PM
What if, the pregnancy test was negative with Doctor Greene? What happens, on a may afternoon on the Grey's new boat with the family? (Jack Hyde situation happened) I Only Own The Story-Line! Nothing Else! xoRated: Fiction T - English - Family/Romance - Anastasia S. & Christian G. - Chapters: 36 - Words: 23,274 - Reviews: 319 - Favs: 187 - Follows: 399 - Updated: 05-22-13 - Published: 10-29-12 - id: 8653985
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A/N I'm so sorry I haven't written lately! :( Life sort of gets in the way! Thank you for all your reviews!
I can't get out, I'm trapped. I'm scared. I'm watching as Christian kisses her lovingly as she puts MY Belle to bed, after reading her a story. Tucking her in, missing her forehead. Elena and Christian, standing my by the door of my daughter's room.
"I love you Elena, I'm so glad you made me realise who's the real love of my life."
"Anything for you Christian, Isabelle may be her daughter."
"You're her real mother, Elena."
"I know, I'm so glad we're having a baby together. One that's just ours."
"I'm just glad I finally got Ana out of my life, finally."
"Are you ever going to tell me how you got rid of her?"
"Let's just say, she's not going to be here ever again. She'll never be near Belle. Or our new baby."
Christian leads Elena to the bedroom. The one that was mine. The one that we made love in countless times. They're holding each other, she's touching his chest. The place that before me no one else could touch before me.
She's asleep on his chest. I can see wedding bands. Oh God.
I fall to the floor watching them sleep together in my bed. I scream, I shout and cry. No one cares. They don't realise. I'm scared.
Now, I know. I'm dead. He's killed me to get me out the way for her. Why? What has happened. Why has he done this to me? To us?
He said he'd never leave me, that she disgusts him. I get up, to look through the house. Walking through, I can see. She's taken it over. I look into my office it's now hers. She's got posters from her salons around the room. Tacky furniture. Pictures of my family. Of her and Christian on what must have been their wedding day. Him in a perfectly tailored Gucci suit, her in a whoreish white dress, showing her aging cleavage, and thighs.
I look through the rest of the house, pictures that were once of me with Christian. Now her with Christian.
I fall to the floor in the living room and brake. I cry and cry till I can't anymore.