Twenty four

SAMANTHA

He should have told me I had a child! I would have moved mountains to provide for her, to be a mother to her. But no, he kept it a secret, leaving me in the dark while our daughter suffered. The thought of her tiny hands and feet, her innocent eyes, being neglected by him and the cold orphanage, it's a constant torment. A heavy weight of guilt crushes my chest, making it hard to breathe. If I ever lay eyes on Josh again, I might kill him.

I'm still torn, but I signed a contract. George's 64th birthday party was held at the penthouse; Carlton wanted to go alone, but George specifically asked for both of us. He'd been awfully quiet since everyone found out I was a stripper; maybe he wanted to talk about it. We arrived at the penthouse; George wanted his birthday to be between family, but Laura instead invited more people. Laura is a dickhead. I dislike her even more now; her name makes me want to puke, the last person I want to see tonight was her. Immediately we got to the pen