KAYLA RAMIREZ-LOPEZ'S POV
After about an hour of crying and talking to my parents while it was in the middle of the night in Tennessee, Brielle fell asleep. She didn't stop crying, but she fell asleep while still crying. She sobs a little in her sleep, but she stopped after a while. My parents also spoke to me, and I explained everything that had happened since yesterday morning and what my baby said to me this morning. My mum cried a lot and my dad was very angry.
My dad isn't a fan of Dylan. You'd think that after ten years of being with him and having our daughter, my dad would like him, but that's not the case. He says all the time that Dylan is a manipulator, and he took advantage of my love for him and dragged me away from my parents. He was very much against me moving with Dylan, but after I didn't change my mind, he just went with it. He wanted to call Dylan and give him his mind, but Mum begged him not to do it.
He wants us to come back home. Not just to visit but permanently. I do want to go home, but leaving permanently isn't something I've thought about. If I go home, I'll leave with nothing. Dylan provides for me, and he has been for ten years. I don't have a job, I never went to college, so there's no possibility that I'll get a great job. If I return home, I'll have to move back in with my parents and my ten years, I'll have nothing to show aside from my baby girl.
He's probably mad, but I know he'll calm down. That's what happens every time. He gets hyper, and he calms down after some time.
I look at Brielle in the review mirror as I drive into the driveway. I spot a different car in the driveway. I just park beside Dylan's car, and I get out. I open the backseat and get Brielle out of her car seat.
I kiss her cheek and close the door with my leg. I walk into the house
Barbara and Priscilla look at me while I make my way to Brielle's room.
I lay her on the bed and take off her shoes. I also take off her jacket. I put her slipper in front of her bed, and i kissed her forehead
"I love you so much, my world." I kiss her forehead and cheek and head out of the room. I close the door behind me and head back to the backyard to talk to Dylan about our trip next week.
"Dylan!..." I open the sliding door and step out to the backyard.
"What is it, Kayla?"
"Stop being an ass. I want to talk to you..." I roll my eyes at him.
"Hey, Kay..."
"Thomas, how are you?" I force a smile
"I'm doing amazingly well. You look beautiful as usual."
"Thank you very much." Dylan rolls his eyes, and i look at him with my side eye.
"So what's up, Thomas?"
"Well, i came to talk to number 9 about a few calls I've been getting lately."
"O... kay..."
Thomas is Dylan's agent. When he comes over, it means we're either moving again or he's getting more money. I hope it's the second reason because I'm not moving again. I've moved around for so long, I'm fùcking tired. My daughter can't even make friends in school because she doesn't stay long.
"I've gotten calls from two Serie A teams. They all want him, and I got a call from PSG yesterday. They also want him."
"Uhhhh... are you serious?"
"Yes, Kay." he smiles widely at me, but this isn't funny at all, so I continue frowning at him.
"They're willing to give him any amount to have him. This your man is a hot cake this season. He's on fùcking fire. They all want him at their centre forward. The season is almost over, so we must decide his faith before it ends." I nod and turn to Dylan, who has been very quiet the entire conversation.
"I thought you were staying at Liverpool." I look at Dylan, but he just shrugs.
"What about Man City? won't they offer you a long-term contract?"
"They have Haaland. I'll always be a second option." he speaks out with no emotions at all.
"You were first in Liverpool before you made the move. I've read on Instagram that they want you back after the loan, so why do you want to move?" he shrugs again.
"Kayla, I want something new. It's much more money and a whole new league."
"Kayla, those Serie A teams are willing to pay over 400k a week, and PSG is willing to give me from 500 to 700k. That's a lot of money to turn down, babe."
"Are you serious right now?" I get up in anger.
"Your mum was raised in Paris, so that'd be a win-win for us, and you've always loved Italy, so we'll be staying there. More money and a whole new country."
"Dylan, what about Brielle? she just started at her new school and she's having a hard time making friends. Why do you want to move her again?"
"She's six, Kayla. The friends she makes at this age don't matter because they're not going to be her friends for the rest of her life. Do you even remember the people you made friends with when you were six? it doesn't matter." I look at him with my mouth open in shock because that's the most stupid words I've ever heard out of his mouth.
"She'll make new friends in Italy or Paris. Wherever I decide we go."
"You decide we go?" I stare at him, but he just gives me the look, which proves his point.
"Are you fùcking serious?" I raise my tone a little because this is a fucking crazy situation.
"So I don't have a say in this at all." he shakes his head and looks at Thomas.
"Kayla, what do you want to say? it's not like you're leaving a career or anything. You're only worried about Brielle, and she'll be fine there. It's more money. We'll get a bigger house, more cars and even buy a vacation house. You've always wanted one in Spain. We'll finally be able to afford it." I chuckle.
"You're right. I don't have a career. I don't have anything to do, so why should I complain? all I do is follow you around, and I've been doing it for eight years now, so why should I complain now?"
"Well..." I look at him and shake my head.
"Brielle and I will be going to Tennessee next week to see my parents." I breathe in because I'm so fucking angry right now and I'm never at my best when I'm angry. I have my daddy's temper.
"That's why I said Brielle and I. We don't care if you don't come along. We're going, and this is my decision. "
"But it's not the end of the season yet. I have two matches next week. I can't just get up and leave with you two." I press the bridge between my nose. He's giving me a migraine already.
"This is madness. Do you want to make a trip to the States without me? what's come over you?!!" I look at Thomas, who looks awkward as fùck and I just get up. I walk into the house angrily, and I hear Barbara talking about me yet again.
"A woman should be humble. She's not like that at all. That's why I asked your brother to wait with the proposal. You see the attitude she has been showing lately?
We would have been in deep shìt." I stand behind them and listen to them yet again.
"Mum, that's enough. You've been talking about Kayla all morning. It's enough. I don't want to be a part of any of this. I'm going to watch my baby."
"She shouldn't have insulted me this morning... Mtcheewww..." Priscilla shakes her head and leaves the living room. Barbara sits there alone and continues to rant about me to herself. I shake my head and just head straight to the bedroom. I close the door behind me and fall on the bed.
"AAAAHHHH... FÙUUCCKK!!" I scream and hit the mattress repeatedly.
Have you ever fallen out of love? because I have. It's like love disgusts me now more than ever. The word makes me sick to my stomach. I really loved Dylan with all my heart. For a couple of years, I've tried to convince myself that nothing had changed, but I was deceiving myself. I don't feel anything when I look at him anymore. Ten years of my life, and this man has still not put a ring of any sort of my finger. Only for me to find out minutes ago that it was his mum's fault.
This woman has caused nothing but trouble for me. When we started dating, he wasn't living with his mother. She has always been a bitter woman, but I never stayed with her or anything, so I didn't care. Dylan lived with his aunt before he moved to Miami alone for a while. I was shocked to my bone when he told me that his mother and sister were moving in with us. I wasn't happy, but it wasn't my decision to make just like everything in our lives has been his decision to make.
I took my life, and I put it in the hands of this man. He has been controlling my life for me, making decisions for me, living my life for me. He can't do the same to my daughter. All he thinks about is money and more money while I think about my child, and she's the reason why I'm still with him and tolerating his witch of a mother. I would have left the second that woman walked into our home, and he changed but my daughter. I stayed for her sake and now look at me.
No job, no degree, no work experience, nothing at all... just ten years of my life with him, eight years of moving around with him, a six year old daughter, credit cards that don't even have my name, a car in his fùcking name, a house in his fùcking name and worst of all... ten years and no fùcking ring. Not even a promise ring. I'm just his baby mama at this point. This isn't a relationship, I'm in a one-sided relationship. I gave up everything, and he gave up nothing for me.
I hate to say this, but my dad was right. This is the worst mistake of my life. The only good thing that came out of this is my daughter. Nothing else. I lived my life very well with my parents. I ate, I wore beautiful clothes that I made by myself and I was able to advertise properly but I can't even do that with Dylan. He gets mad when I post my own designs on my own fùcking Instagram because they're not good for his public image with his famous brands.
Ten years and my daughter and I can't even publicly advertise my own designs. My hard work, my sweat, while he's living his life comfortably. I've been in slavery with this man, and I can't let my baby go through this same shìt.
"Kayla!!" He barges into the room and slams the door.
"What the fùck was that?!!" I ignore him and continue laying there, thinking of all the wrong decisions I made that got me here. In Manchester, with no family around while his whole family lives here and in this fùcking house. I'm only allowed to see my parents when he allows it, and sometimes it's a whole fùcking year.
"I'm done, Dylan..." I sit up and shake my head.
"We're having a conversation, and you're telling me that you're done!! Kayla, you've been having an attitude lately, and it's getting me very angry. I'm sick and tired of your bullshìt!! he moves his hand around, raising his voice at me.
"YOU INSULTED MY MOTHER THIS MORNING, YOU CALLED MY SISTER A FÙCKING SNAKE, AND YOU JUST EMBARRASSED ME IN FRONT OF MY AGENT!! WHAT IS YOUR FÙCKING PROBLEM?!!" I just stare at him as he screams his fucking head off. I just don't care anymore.
"MY FÙCKING PROBLEM?!!" I fold my arms and stare at him.
"YOU'RE MY FÙCKING PROBLEM, DYLAN!! TEN FÙCKING YEARS OF MY LIFE AND ASIDE MY DAUGHTER, WHAT DO I HAVE TO SHOW FOR?!!"
"NOTHING!!"
"FÙCKING NOTHING!!" I push him, and he just stares at me with his mouth open.
"You told me you were a fan of Barcelona, so you wanted to play for them. I left my family and I moved to Spain with you. Just two years, you wanted to play for your favourite club. You got it, and we moved to Liverpool, and then you wanted to win the title this year, so you went on a loan to Man City, and now Liverpool is topping the freaking fùcking table!!"
"NOW, YOU WANT TO MOVE TO ITALY OR FRANCE AND I DON'T HAVE A FÙCKING SAY BECAUSE THE SALARY IS ALL THAT MATTERS!!"
"TEN YEARS AND I'VE NEVER MADE A DECISION IN YOUR FÙCKING LIFE!!"
"DYLAN, I GOT PREGNANT AROUND THE TIME YOU AGREED FOR ME TO GO TO FASHION SCHOOL!!" His eyes widen as he stares at me.
"I WAS ON FÙCKING BIRTH CONTROL, BUT I NEVER ONCE ASKED YOU ANYTHING EVEN THOUGH I KNEW YOU BABY TRAPPED ME!!" He stares at me with his mouth wide open.
"I NEVER SAID A DAMN THING!! NOW LOOK AT ME!!"
"JOBLESS, NO FÙCKING DEGREE, NO WORK EXPERIENCE!! FÙCKING NOTHING WHILE YOU'RE MOVING FORWARD WITH YOUR CAREER!!"
"IM FÙCKING DONE WITH THIS FÙCKING RELATIONSHIP!! IT'S TIME TO PUT ME FÙCKING FIRST, DYLAN!! PUT ME AND MY DAUGHTER AHEAD OF YOUR CRAZY SHÌT AND YOUR CRAZY MOTHER!!"
"I'M DONE!!"
"Kayla..." He whispers my name softly.
"It's over, Dylan. I can't do this anymore. I don't have the energy for this anymore. I'm done. We're over"
"We're over"