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    Heartbroken
    Heartbroken
    Heartbroken
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    Heartbroken

    By David Manoa

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    I was content in my life when I had all I ever wanted. My beautiful wife, Candice. My five year old daughter India.
    A home to live out our lives. But there were secrets Candice kept that unfolded that left me heartbroken.
    My name is Nico Joel and this is my struggle.

    Contains content for mature audiences

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavid Manoa
    Release dateApr 6, 2017
    ISBN9781370228263
    Heartbroken
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    David Manoa

    I am a writer based in Auckland, New Zealand.I write mainly contemporary romance.My interests are Rugby League, Cars, Gaming and Bodybuilding.

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      Heartbroken - David Manoa

      Heartbroken

      ~~~

      David Manoa

      Copyright 2017 David Manoa

      Smashwords Edition

      v.2.9

      ~~~~

      The author asserts the moral right to be identified as

      The author of this work.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including photocopying, recording, information storage and retrieval systems, or otherwise, without prior permission in writing from the author, with the exception of a book reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

      ~~~~~~

      Nico Joel

      I remember the first time I had my heart broken. I was 24 years old living with my Fiancé Heather Summers who was 21 years old at the time. We lived in a two bedroom apartment which was a humble start to get on the property ladder. I had this sense of content and accomplishment having everything set up for my lady. Ahead of all my peers.

      Home bought 'Check.'

      Good job 'Check.'

      The Beautiful and gorgeous woman I want to spend my life with. Check! Check! check.

      Sheesh, little did I know. Well, very little did I realize that Heather felt trapped imposing my ambitious life on her. Everything I strived for, a future for us. So many things went through my mind as a young man at the time. What I did wrong, what she did wrong. How we could make amends. I learned that you both have to want to the same things in life. To share the same dreams and vision for the future.

      I have to admit, it was the time I cried my eyes out, standing in the lounge in my apartment with the lights off. No one could see me cry. I looked at the mirror across me. Bare-chested and hurt. I would pound my chest hard with a closed fist to drown out the sorrow and sadness. Spiraling emotions that tortured me.

      The ambient light from the other apartments illuminated the lounge with a faint light. The darkness covering one side of my face. Hiding my puffy eyes and the stream of tears that went down to my chin then dripped to the floor. I looked at the ground thinking if I would get over this. When will the friggin pain in my head stop? I spent years in a cycle of alcohol and depression reclusing to myself. All hope of meeting someone. Futile.

      When I turned 34, I met Candice my whole life changed. I embraced joy but a sense of distrust and caution. I always waited for the fall with her... and bless her heart, she stuck with me with all my insecurities and jealousy. It was then Candice fell pregnant and gave birth to my daughter India. That I was able to let go. Seeing this new life, half of me and half of Candice come into this world.

      I had two ladies in my life to take care of. And five years on, I popped the question to Candice to marry me. I dreamed of the day we would walk down the aisle. Harping back to the fantasy I had as a young man. Older now, wiser I like to think. Deep down this is the time. But I had this notion something wasn't right. That point when we looked at each other’s eyes and seeing her hesitate for that split second before she said I do. I knew Candice had secrets but this one... Damn.... I guess you will have to ride with me to the end and find out...

      ***

      Chapter 1: Secrets and white lies.

      Onehunga Public Library.

      Auckland.

      New Zealand.

      10am

      Saturday.

      I've been coming to this library ever since my uncle encouraged us to read. Every Saturday I would wake up to a big hearty breakfast of baked beans and scrambled eggs on toast then we would walk for 15 minutes here. I was always a keen reader since I was young. I was of that generation where Video games started to creep in eroding that joy of books. There was a fish and chip shop across the library that had some arcade coin machine operated games. I use to lie to my parents about my overdue fines to get money to feed my video game addiction. Now the internet and the PlayStation has changed all that. I sat in the children's section sitting on the ridiculously small green plastic chair and the table built for kids or dwarfs while India browsed for books. I let her browse the whole library to observe what would interest her. Her mother was never a reader of books more so magazines, so she always left these daddy moments for me to do solely. I loved it, though. I remember reading books to India when she was the womb. Candice berated me for thinking what I was doing was stupid. Little did she know it was my bonding time with her as soon as she was born. It was bizarre when I would speak to her as a little infant my words or tone of my voice calmed her more than actions of her mother unless if she hungry or soiled her nappies. India therein became more attached to me.

      India pulled out a book and ran over to me. Jesus how time flew when you held this little one in your arm selecting books now she's on her own. I took out a tissue to wipe her runny nose. India had blonde hair like her mother, but with my tall, dark and handsome looks, she got everything else. Heart shaped face. Her innocent looking brown eyes stare at me.

      What? I ask.

      She reached over to touch my beard.

      Is there food stuck in there? I asked

      No Daddy. There's heaps of white hairs.

      I laughed, Daddy's getting old. Ancient.

      Like Grandpa?

      Umm... no. Not yet. I can still walk and run. India pinched my beard, Ow!

      I'm taking it out, Daddy! I don't want you to be old like grandpa.

      I smiled, Why not?

      Umm... Because he's always sick! And he's wearing nappies, and he poos his pants!

      I laughed, Trust me. I won't I be wearing nappies anytime soon. I kissed her forehead, and she kept examining my beard before her attention went to my hair.

      She points, Your hairs on ya head are going white too daddy!

      That's from your momma! I laughed.

      Her brows furrowed, Huh? she said, What did mommy do to make your hair white?

      I paused knowing this might be awkward later when we arrive home. Oh nothing dear, tell me what book did you choose? Sneakily trying to change the subject as all adults do...

      I got two! she smiles, I got the book mommy reads.

      Eh?

      Underneath her book of Where the Wild Things Are and a copy of Women's Weekly. The magazine is plastered with the Paparazzi headlines of sex scandals and scantily clad women. I pull out the magazine and slide it down on the table away from her.

      She frowns, I was reading that one Daddy!

      I sigh, "Not good for you Hun the words are hard to read.

      But there’s pictures!

      I raise a brow, Not the ones you should be looking at. Besides it’s for grown-ups.

      I'm gonna be a grown up one day daddy. I’m gonna be preettty like those girls in there and have big boobs!

      I raise a brow, Not if you read that. India frowns I kinda guess what she's gonna ask next. I take the proper book and open up the first page. "Uh... Let’s read now

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