~Jada's POV~

After a while I stop crying and turn off the music and now I'm cleaning the living room.

"Baby? I'm home!" I hear Alex call from the door.

While I was thinking just minutes ago, I figured out that my feeling for Alex have been getting lesser and lesser and my feelings for Michael have been getting stronger and stronger.

"Hey, Alex." I fake a smile as I walk out to the foyer where he's taking his shoes off.

"Hey, babe. What's wrong?" He coos, taking my hands in his.

"Nothing." I shrug.

"Oh come on, babe. Tell me! I know when you're upset and you are upset right now. Tell me what's going on."

"Okay. We need to talk.." I sigh, taking him to the living room.

"Okay. What's going on?" He asks as we sit on the couch and he wraps his arm around me.

I squirm out of his hold and sit further away from him as he frowns, clearly confused.

"Alex. I don't think we should be together anymore." I say and his jaw drops.

"What? No. I...I wanna be with you, Jada. What am I doing wrong in this relationship? Is it the sex? Because we could just sort that out and I could make it better for you." He rambles.

"No, Alex. It's not the sex. And you're not doing anything wrong. It's not you. It's me. Alex, you're a great guy and everything but I just don't see a future for us anymore. I'm in love with someone else. I'm so sorry." I say and now there's tears streaming down his face.

"Oh.. Um, I'll stay at my sisters then." He says, getting up and leaving the living room.

"Alex, I'm sorry." I sigh as I walk out after him.

"Hmm, yeah okay." He says sarcastically.

"I am. I really am." I sigh as he puts his shoes on.

"Hiii! We're here!" Michael's voice sings as he walks through the door.

Alex looks at him and glares while his eyes are still wet and teary from crying.

"What's going on! Is everything okay?" Michael asks with a worried look on his face.

"Michael, you don't have to worry." I mumble.

"It's him isn't it?!" Alex shouts pointing at Michael while looking down at me.

"No. Alex, calm down. Please." I sigh.

"You are no one to tell me to calm down!!!" He screams as he backhands me across the face, leaving a throbbing pain.

I whimper and then hold my cheek then look at his with tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"That is no way to treat a woman!!" Michael shouts.

"Oh shut up! You don't know anything about how to treat a woman!" Alex screams at him as Christian runs over to me and hugs me while sobbing.

"Well, if I know one thing, it's to not slap a lady across the face like that!!!" Michael screams.

Alex slaps Michael across the face and Hope quickly stands in front of Michael afterwards.

"Don't slap my Daddy! You're a monster!" She shouts.

"Aww, the child molester's little girl is defending him. How sweet." Alex says.

"Child molester? My Daddy is not a child molester! Don't slap him! Leave him alone!" She shouts.

"Alex. Please, leave." I sob.

"I'd be glad to." He snaps as he storms out the door.

"Mom? Why did he call Daddy a child molester?" Christian asks.

We never told them about the accusations because we don't want them going through the stress of people thinking that of him. And we put them in a private school so no kids would bully them.

"Uh, how bout you and Hope go to the living room while your mom and I talk." Michael says.

"Okay.." They both say and walk away.

"Come on. Let's go get you cleaned up." Michael says.

"But I'm okay. It was just a slap." I frown.

"No, Jada. You're bleeding." He sighs.

I put my hand up to my cheek and I can feel something wet so I look at my finger and sure enou, there's blood.

"Oh. Jeez." I mutter.

"Come on." He says and take me by the hand to my bathroom.

He makes me sit on the side of the tub and he gets on his knees and starts cleaning the cut on my cheek with some stuff from my first aid kit.

I look into his eyes as he does it and he looks so concerned and he's focused on cleaning the cut.

I can see the man I fell in love with. The man I AM in love with. He's so sweet.

His eyes look into mine and he smiles sympathetically.

"So..what happened between you two that made him like that?" He asks.

"I..I broke up with him.." I mumble.

He stops what he's doing and looks at me with a shocked expression.

"I thought you said that he's amazing." He says.

"He was amazing. But later on after I talked to you. I was thinking and I figured out that my feelings for him are like very very low now. So, I broke up with him." I explain.

"Well, he obviously didn't take that well. What did you say to him?" He asks as he continues cleaning my cut.

"I told him that he's a great guy. And then I said 'but I don't think we should see each other anymore'." I say.

"And what did he say to that?"

"He start rambling on and asking me what he's doing wrong. Then he asked me if it's the sex and he said he could make it better for me and I told him it wasn't him."

"Oh.." He says, chucking a bit from the sex part.

He finishes cleaning the cut and then puts a bandaid on it.

"I forgive you." I blurt out as he's putting the kit back.

He looks at me with his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"You do?" He asks.

I nod and he smiles.

"Does that mean we can be friends?" He asks with so much hope.

"Yes." I smile.

"YAY!!! Oh you don't know how happy I am!" He squeals.

He hugs me and lifts me off the tub, still hugging me.

"Ah! Michael, what are you doing? Put me down!" I giggle.

"No! I'm hugging you!" He says, giggling.

He eventually puts me down and smiles down at me.

"Thank you." He coos, tapping my nose with his index finger.

"For what?" I giggle.

"For forgiving me and accepting my offer of being friends. You're my bestest friend now!" He coos.

"Aww." I giggle.

"Come on. The kids are probably wondering what's taking us so long." He smiles and I nod