Mistaken Identity

Chapter 50 The Unexpected

Kalliyah POV Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I smiled as I looked at my new apartment. It wasn't classy, it was wide and a little big. It had a much

bigger kitchen and bedroom. I also had a area where I can paint. It was just convenient. I loved it.

Carlos has being helping me looking for a suitable apartment since last week. He was still on the edge

with me getting a new apartment but he allowed me.

Carlos left for France last night so he never got a chance to see me move my things in. My things were

already set up. This is great! I'll be sleeping in my new bed tonight. I smiled.

I didn't need to worry about money either. I've decided to start selling my painting and paint for a living

after all, I'm good at it. I might as well do something I love.

I look at my apartment and smile with satisfaction. I haven't achieved in my life a lot but seeing that I

own this building, it was mine. I feel good.

I walked to my kitchen then I opened the fridge. It was empty. My belly growled at the sight. I smiled to

myself. I need to go to the supermarket. It was still early. I look at the way clock, it was two in the

afternoon. I have a lot of time to shop.

I unlocked my apartment door and looked out at the busy streets of New York. I quickly closed the door

behind me. I walked out on the side walk and called out for a taxi. One came immediately.

After ten minutes I reached Wallmart.

I shopped around looking for the best vegetables and food items. I notice parents have their kids,

tugging them along. I also saw children crying to their mom for sweets. I smile. Will I ever be a parent?

I wouldn't mind. I love children. I love seeing their little face. It's too bad you have a man to have a kid

with because if I didn't need one. I'd probably have ten by now. I don't need a relationship. They never

work out for me. As soon as I get happy everything comes tumbling down. I don't need that kind of

stress or problem. I'm better off by myself. I'm going to get a dog. I'll have dog just like Grey.

Grey. I missed him so much. He promised me he'll never leave and he didn't I did. But the pain of

losing everyone I love and has ever loved is a lot to bare. I haven't gotten over my broken heart. I still

think and remember how he treated me. No one deserved to be treated like that. He treated me like I'm

a nobody and it hurt. It hurts like hell.

"Ma'am are you okay," I saw a teenage boy asked me. I looked up at him confuse. "You're crying." I

brought my hands to my cheeks. They were wet.

I looked at him and gave him my best fake smile. "Thanks, I'm fine. Thank you." I walked away from the

section and made my way to the cashier.

I paid for my groceries then walked back outside to get a taxi. I looked across the road at my part. The

ghost was clear so I started to walk. I heard a loud noise coming from beside me, I turned and I saw a

sleeping car headed to me. It was moving too fast, I knew I wouldn't make it since they was also

another car behind it.

My groceries fell out of my hands and I felt myself being pulled off the ground. My head hitting glass,

then everything went black.