"She builds others up because she knows what it's like to be torn down." ~ Pinterest.

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"I heard everything." Andre sighed looking at his father who was also appalled by what his son had told him.

"I have a son with Della and mom was willing to keep him away from me." Andre looked at the view in his office that was on the twenty-sixth floor.

"What are you going to do then?" Benjamin Levetté asked.

"Della." was the only thing he muttered. He had not trusted her instead he listened to his mother and hurt her beyond all reason.

"You still love her?" Andre's father questioned.

"How could I not, Papa? She was my first love." He said in an exasperated sigh. He remembered how beautiful she looked on their wedding day. She wrote him the perfect vows that made the audience cry. Himself, he even felt as though his vows couldn't be compared to hers but he said them anyways she loved them. Their wedding night, she was a virgin and he took that from her. He became addicted to her, Andre loved Della so much. He found himself not wanting to leave for work every morning. Della was perfect, she made him happy.

"What about your mother does she know that you know?" Ben asked curiously. He knew his wife had something to do with their tragic divorce. Jeanine was the type to do whatever she set her mind to even if it meant hurting the other person. Determination drove her, Ben always told her that there is a difference between running a family and a fashion show... in family there is no competition but Jen always confused the two.

"I just want to win my family back, I will deal with mother later." Andre walked back to his huge mahogany desk.

"Della seemed different. I don't think she is the same girl who fell inlove with you."

"Papa, I am aware of that but I will get her back at all costs. She has to know, I made a mistake!"

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Della sat on the bench in the park, she had her off days every sartuday. After fetching Leo from his piano lessons they would sit in the park for a while watching the sun set. Della was so focused on the novel that she had been reading that she didn't realize someone had sat beside her. Leo had ran off playing with Mr. Griffins dog. She lived in the same apartment complex with the eighty year old man who spent his time playing chess at the park.

The cologne of the person who had sat beside her brought back alot of unwanted memories. She turned to look up from her book still wearing her reading glasses. She saw the man whom she had been avoiding ever since she gave birth to her little Leondre.

"Beautiful view, isn't it?" Andre muttered to the beautiful lady who looked beautiful in her long sun dress and sandals, her hair in wavy curls.

"Uhm it is." Della said standing up but before she could, Andre held her hand and sparks between them were unavoidable.

"I'm sorry but I was just about to leave." She looked at anywhere besides his piercing blue eyes.

"Della-" before Andre could finish his sentence, she stopped him.

"Andre please we are in public and you know how the press gets." She said almost as a whisper.

"I don't care about the press." He replied.

"You can't be seen with me." She added.

"Why because my mother will be angry that I found out what she did." He hissed.

"She is your mother, she was just doing what was best for you? Please let me go!" She sighed feeling defeated. The man she once loved was standing infront of her.

"And keeping my son away was what was best for me?" He said trying to find her eyes but she didn't want to look at him.

"He is not your son, I cheated..." she sighed. "With many different men, I don't even remember who Leo's father is! There's a very low chance of you being the father. I know my cycle and we didn't... we were always careful. Please don't waste your time or have high hopes."

"We both know that's not true." He pulled her close but she instantly pulled away.

"Andre please don't be mad at your mother, she loves you and she helped both of us realise that what we had was a mistake." Della explained, she didn't want to be the reason why Jeanine and her son's relationship would be ruined.

"How can you defend her after she ruined our marriage ?" He seemed shocked by every word that came from her luscious lips that he missed so much.

"She is your mother, she loves you and I'm just some girl who was a mistake child with alot of baggage. She knew that I wouldn't be good for you. This isn't worth it. Just stop please!" Della finally looked at him, he seemed hurt by her words.

"You were good for me." He caressed her cheek but she pulled away.

"Please Andre, don't do this." She pleaded pulling away from his grip.

"Do what?" He asked.

"Lie to me." She finished his sentence.

"I'm really content with what I have and I hope you find the right woman for you. I honestly mean this from the bottom of my heart and I'm not bitter about how everything played out. Just please leave me alone. I always told you this —us— was a bad idea." She removed her reading glasses and put them in her bag as well the novel, she had been reading.

"Mom mom mom-" Leo ran towards them.

"Yes, sweetie?" Della asked.

"Mr. Griffins said Fierdo is having puppies and when they are born, I can have one." Leo said out of breath.

"That's great, we can have a puppy." She hugged him.

"Hey Mister Andre you finally met my mom, isn't she beautiful." Leo said looking at the man who was supposedly his father but of-course he didn't know that.

"She really is." He smiled at Della but she looked away feeling very much uncomfortable.

"Do you want to take her on a date ?"

"Leo, no apologise right now! You don't say such things to strangers ." Della said awkwardly but Andre found this amusing.

"But mom I want you to know it's fine, I don't mind having a step father. I want you to be happy too." Leo said softly.

"But I'm happy with you." Della looked at her son who seemed to grew taller everyday. He was taller than everyone in his grade, people even assumed he was eight. Yes, he got his genes from the Levetté family. They were all tall.

"Fine, I'm sorry Mister Andre. That was rude of me." Leo said looking at the man whom he seemed to like alot.

"It's okay little man infact I would love to go on a date with your beautiful mother." He stole a glance at his ex-wife who only glared daggers at him.

"Mr. Andre, it was nice seeing you but we have to leave." She held her son's left hand.

"Yep, i have French class tomorrow. I wanted to take Spanish but mom says it's important I learned French." the boy explained.

"Well your mother is very clever, i speak French too." He answered.

"Really? You could help me with my homework sometime. My mom and I are always googling but you speak French." Leo said excitedly.

"Leo-" Della hissed.

"I don't mind, here is my card call me if you need anything."

Della just wanted to leave but before they walked away. Leo ran back and gave Andre a hug. It seemed to warm her heart but it didn't matter maybe Leo deserved to know who his father is. She was so lucky that he was a clever understanding kid.

"You ain't never been in-love until you've begged God to help you let go." ~ unknown.

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He looked at her beautiful face as her eyes slammed closed when he thrust into her. She let out a moan cursing incoherent words. Her lips seemed so inviting, he pressed his lips on top of hers. He could never get used to the feeling of being inside her, from their wedding night ;he knew he was hooked. He loved her with his heart and soul. She was the woman of his dreams, Della was the woman whom he would spend the rest of his life with.

He gave her slow deep strokes continuously and she arched her back enjoying the feeling of her husband being deep inside her core. She loved him so much, he made her feel special every single day and night which is now. She opened her eyes and let out another moan while looking into his sparking ocean blue eyes. She let her hands hang loose around her husbands shoulders.

After an amazing time, they both reached their climax. "I love you so much chéri." Andre whispered as he put a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear. She blushed, she always felt shy, no matter how many times they had made love. "I want you forever ma moité" He whispered his warm breath tickling her neck. He felt like the luckiest man alive, from the day he laid his eyes upon her ; he knew right there and there she was the one.

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The sound of a knock on the door stirred him from his sleep. He opened his eyes and looked to his right only to see an empty space. "Stupid dreams." He hissed throwing the pillow off his King size bed. It was not the first time that he had a dream about his ex-wife but now it was just heart-rending or rather cheerless. The knock on the door reminded him of the reason why he had woken up from his dream... he thought he was over that phase of wetdreams.

"Señor, Breakfast is ready downstairs." Marta said on the other side of the door but her voice was quite audible inside the room even though, not so long ago. He had made sure the walls to his master bedroom were soundproof for various reasons. He remembered how Della laughed at his ludicrous idea at the time.

"Yes, bien Marta." He replied in his French accent. Andre just couldn't get her off his damn mind. The whole weekend, she was all he thought about. Having had that conversation with her on Friday, he felt sick at heart. He had a son named Leondre, he was a father. The thought made him smile even though things weren't in the right order at the moment, he knew he would have his family back in this very same house.

A part of him felt guilty as the water droplets fell on his blonde hair in the shower. He knew a part of him did not want to sell this house because there resided alot of memories. Della had choosen this mansion because she loved the huge maze garden in the backyard. Andre remembered the event that happened when he slapped his wife hard until she hit the floor. He was so angry, he couldn't control it. Jeanine had specifically told her to leave and never come back but she did and it ended with her earning a hard slap from her husband. This was something he had wanted to forget, guilt ate him inside now knowing that at that very moment she was pregnant with their son.

"Andre, i need to tell you something please just give me a few minutes." Della said tears streaming down her cheeks. She still laid on the tiled floor where she had landed when Andre hit her coldly.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. JUST SHUT IT, I TOLD YOU I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU ANYWHERE NEAR ME EVER AGAIN YOU CHEATING WHORE OR PERRA PENDEJA WHATEVER YOU LATINAS CALL IT. YOUR FATHER KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING WHEN HE LEFT BECAUSE YOU ARE A DAMN CURSE. NO WONDER YOUR MOTHER DOESN'T EVEN WANT YOU AROUND. I'M SO DISGUSTED TO HAVE FELL FOR A CUNNING WOMEN LIKE YOU. DELLA YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN MAYBE YOU WOULD HAVE DONE US ALL A FAVOUR. YOU WERE A MISTAKE."

After those words, Della picked herself up. Tears running down her cheeks like Niagara Falls or rather Victoria Falls ; they just kept coming. Andre was glad she was leaving finally although a part of him felt heart sickened.

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He had not realised how long he had been standing in the shower emotionless reminiscing the past event that happened seven years ago. He remembered every word he had said to her and he couldn't help but grow strong hatred for his mother. This was all her fault, six years of unhappiness were her fault. His son growing up without a father was her fault. Breaking Della's heart was her fault. He didn't even understand whether it was water droplets or his tears on his cheeks. The stubble was visible, he needed to shave. He hated shaving ever since Della left ;this  was something they used to do together. She didn't mind helping him shave and giving him kisses on the tiny cuts right after.

After the divorce he was a wreck. His beard grew distasteful giving the press something to write about about. He stopped caring about his image from there on. He could only imagine how much worse it had been for Della...

Pregnant and Divorced.

"Of course, I believe in love at first sight. I'm a mom." ~ Pinterest.

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"I told him that Leo wasn't his child." Della said putting the new bed covers for one of the hotel suites.

"Did he believe you?" Mila asked curiously fixing the unmade bed. They were both in their maid uniforms, they had been friends ever since Della started working at the hotel four years back. Mila was also a Latino which made it really easy for them to be friends. Having the same language and very much same interests. Mila knew everything that had happened to her best friend. The shit her arsehole husband put her friend through. 

"Everyone knows I cheated, Mila so he has to believe me." Della said in a monotonous tone, she didn't care about alot of things. She hardly got excited for anything unless it had to do with her son. She found zero interest in anything really—

"But look, if he said he knows what his mother did that means he knows you are lying." Mila replied after a hard well thought.

"Even if he founds out what happened? What's the point? We should just let it go." Della replied folding the white towels near the ensuite basin.

"So you don't feel anything?" Mila asked looking at her friend expectedly but all she did was look up and frown then continued doing her work. Mila knew that Della had been so heartbroken that she was so numb but deep down inside she hoped she would see her friend happy again with another man. She certainly wouldn't allow that dog from the Levetté's into her friend's life again.

"Della ?" Mila wiggled her eyebrows.

"Mhm?" Della answered breaking away from her thoughts, she was thinking about how much she needed to save so that Leondre could go for that school camp and the things that he would need. Ofcourse all the work she put in was all for her little young man.

"I asked you a question." Mila replied at her friend who seemingly showed no interest.

"Uh no I didn't feel anything." Della replied going back to her cleaning.

"You sure? I mean your ex-husband is quite a hot mess." Mila said blithely but Della just shook her head and continued with her work.

"Andre always deserved better." Della suddenly said out of the blue. "I was just a middle class girl, with a lot of baggage but now I don't have to feel bad about it because we are not together." Mila frowned because her friend was oblivious to all the men that stared at her every single day, be it clients or other employees ;there was just something about her. She was beautiful and she didn't even know it, maybe it was her Latino genes that gave her those noticeable curves and her caramel skin. Even after having gave birth to her son, she looked way better than before. Her body was sexy in every way possible even with stretch marks here and there.

"Which suite are you assigned to next ?" Mila asked changing the subject.

"Uhm 132B infact the whole left wing." Dela replied.

"Well I'm on the C side so I will meet you at lunch." Mila added making her way out of the suite before blowing her friend kisses.

"Okay Mila." Della smiled at how childish her friend was being.

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It was almost midday when Della's manager called her and told her that she needed to attend to the royal suite. Della didn't mind because it was her job. She made her way towards the Royal Suite, it was obviously the biggest suite in the hotel. Usually snobs with high demands always resided in that suite. Della knocked on the door before yelling... "Room service." Her voice echoed. After a few minutes the door opened revealing—

Luc.

"Uhm-" She was about to speak when he gave her a brief smile, it would have charmed her but she was immune to his charms.

"It's okay, Dells you don't have to explain anything and I don't have anything against you. That's your business with Andre." He said cheerfully. What made it awkward for Della was that her ex-brother in-law was half naked, she knew exactly what was going on. "Oh and Dells meet my special girl Elisabeta Pimentel." He grinned opening the door widely revealing a blonde girl. "She is Mexican, so English isn't really in her vocabulary." Luc said anxiously.

"Oh, nice to meet you Elisabeta." Della awkwardly sidled.

"Luc, why you speak to maid ?" The girl said obnoxiously rolling her eyes. Della wasn't fazed by it, it wasn't the first time that she had been insulted by the rich at the hotel. It was practically the highlight of this this job.

"She is my sister in law, don't talk to her like that." Luc mustered a frown.

"It's okay Luc-" Della said calmly.

"No, Della it's not okay. My mother and Brother treated you badly, I'm not going to allow anyone else to treat you like that. I always considered you as family and deep down I know you didn't do it." Luc replied steadily.

"And Leo is a nice little boy, I hope he will know me as his uncle soon enough." The young man with blonde curls added. Della was a little taken back by what Luc had just said. Elisabeta was confused with how the conversation had escalated so she took the champagne bottle and went inside pouring a glass for herself. She didn't care, she had just came here for a good time with one of the eligible bachelors in New York.

"How—" Della was immediately cut off.

"Della, I'm not as dumb as you think. Leo has blonde hair and blue eyes which you certainly don't have. He is a replica of my Brother." Luc chuckled. Della was taken aback.

"Andre is not the only one with blonde hair and-"

"Yes, he isn't but Leo is as old as your divorce so when did you have time to hook up with people huh?"

"I cheated on Andre so that explains when I got time to hook up with people." Della lied through her teeth. Luc let out an innocent laugh.

"Sure you did, virgin Mary. You still go to church?" Luc asked knowing she did. Della was Roman Catholic, her grandparents had raised her in a Christian environment. They taught her to only give herself to a man on her wedding night. They taught her all the values in the bible. From a very young age, she grew accustomed to the life of a Roman Catholic family, Community, school and everything. She lost her faith a bit with what had happened to her with Andre...

"Yes, i do." She sighed.

"You should invite me sometime, maybe I will find me a Bella but I won't be as stupid as my brother to let her go." He gave her a genuine smile.

"Uhm enjoy your wine, I will be on my way." Della brushed his comment off, he just seemed amused as he closed the door and went back to his fun with Elisa.