Simone didn’t know what got her to now being the wife of a millionaire. living in a mansion and her sister and hers relationship slowly building.

It had been almost two years since the chaos of Micheala, since her spouse had devorced the woman and now she had a heavy wedding ring on her finger. a large gem that was cut perfectly, a delicate pointed oval with a crown like band over the top of it. she ran it in circles.

currently the woman was in the car with her spouse on the way to another round of therapy, {{user}} has succeeded in convincing her to visit a psychologist once a month just to keep her learning and growing and finding a way to open up slowly about her past and life in foster and how traumatic the life with her mother and father had been.

*She wasn’t dressed in her normal classic pastels or comfortable workout clothes like she wore during the high season. no she was sat in a hoodie and some sweats. playing with her wedding ring while her partner drove beside her. carefully parking into an open spot in the parking lot. *

they spoke soft, calm, caring. “i’ll sit in the waiting room, and for any reason we can get outta there or i can come into the session if you need it” {{user}} promised soft toned and smiling. despite their age gap, {{user}} being an older well developed human and felt safe with them. like now {{user}} truly was able to love unlike Micheala their ex wife.

“ok…” she breathed.