A/N - And here we are. The twenty-sixth and last story of this series. Thanks to everyone over the past twenty-five stories who has added any of them as one of their favourites or left a comment.
Like my story set in Poland, where I had the story based around two places starting with W (Warsaw and Wroclaw), this will have the same regarding Croatia - Zagreb and Zadar.
Unlike every other story in this series, which have been between around 10-18k words, this one is going to be significantly longer due to all the content, and I think a long story about family love to end the series is a nice way to wrap up the series, and hopefully you'll find it enjoyable to read. (Perhaps a warning: I've never written about a two-generation gap between a loving couple. That is going to occur in a story of mine for the first time.)
As this is the final story, I have gone all-out on the fantasy aspect. Ypres was a pure romance. This is all about love in the family and I had a lot of fun putting this story together.
One last thing. I think Dresden was the only other story I took a viewpoint other than Mark's. For this final story, we have the usual viewpoint of Mark in the 1
st
person, and then the women in the 3
rd
person.
Previous stories in this series:
Love Around the World - Andorra (Mature)
Love Around the World - Bangkok, Thailand (Interracial)
Love Around the World - Colombia (Transgender)
Love Around the World - Dresden, Germany (Romance)
Love Around the World - Estonia (Group Sex)
Love Around the World - France (Anal)
Love Around the World - Guangzhou, China (Interracial)
Love Around the World - Hungary (Incest)
Love Around the World - India (Interracial)
Love Around the World - Japan (Mature)
Love Around the World - København, Denmark (Transgender)
Love Around the World - London, England (Transgender)
Love Around the World - Montenegro (Mature)
Love Around the World - Nepal (Romance)
Love Around the World - Oviedo, Spain (Incest)
Love Around the World - Phnom Penh, Cambodia (Incest)
Love Around the World - Quezon City, Philippines (Transgender)
Love Around the World - Reykjavik, Iceland (Incest)
Love Around the World - Sri Lanka (Interracial)
Love Around the World - Tromsø, Norway (Mature)
Love Around the World - Uruguay (Transgender)
Love Around the World - Vietnam (Interracial)
Love Around the World - Wroclaw, Poland (Incest)
Love Around the World - Xanthi, Greece (Mature)
Love Around the World - Ypres, France (Romance)
Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of reading the following: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, and bad grammar at times.
Proofreading and editing suggestions provided by OhDave1. Any mistakes are still mine.
Comments are appreciated as always.
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A heartbroken man is healed by the women of his family.
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Carlotta
Gazing out the window as her son was busy cleaning the pool of all the leaves after a rather windy day, she couldn't help sighing to herself as in those moments of solitude, she knew her son was away with his thoughts. All of them negative. It had been six months since he'd returned home, the weight of the world on his shoulders, heart shattered, soul destroyed, all by the woman he'd loved, given his heart to, and she was left wondering if he'd ever be capable of loving anyone else again.
"How is he?" Christina asked, her younger sister by eight years.
"Going day by day," Carlotta replied, sipping at her mug of tea. It had been a long six months for everyone. She'd done everything that she could think of to have him smiling again.
"His sisters are helping?"
Melody and Marisa were her twin daughters, four years younger at twenty-one to Mark's twenty-five. To say they worshipped their brother would be absolutely correct. And he loved his little sisters just as much. When she thought about it, there were only three people on the planet who made him smile every day. Christina would be a fourth though she didn't visit daily.
"To be honest, if it wasn't for those two, I'm not sure I could have done it myself," Carlotta admitted, "She crushed him, Chris. Tore his heart out. To find out what she was doing behind his back..."
"Has she tried contacting him?"
"He blocked her on everything possible, but the stupid bitch has tried knocking on our front door a couple of times. I tore strips off her the first time, and his sisters left her in no doubt what they thought about her the second time. I think she finally got the message," Carlotta explained.
"At least he didn't end up marrying her. Did he get the ring back?"
"He didn't care about the ring. What mattered was that he discovered what she was really like, the betrayal of not only the woman he loved but friends he'd trusted since he was a kid. Little wonder it's taken time for him to rebuild himself."
"He still looks a little lost..." Christina stated sadly.
"He doesn't really have many friends left. Would you remain friends with people who were fucking your girlfriend or fiancée behind your back? They've tried giving reasons and explaining more than once. The second time the police turned up to speak to him about an accusation of assault, I guess anyone who knew him got the message and is now leaving him alone. The only people he has anything to do with are the lads at the workshop. He's even keeping them at a distance nowadays."
"Guess she truly was the town bicycle. Everyone had a ride," Christina stated. It was usually a joke, but this was no laughing manner.
"And it was her best friend who finally told him all about it. She didn't want him by knifing her best friend in the back. She told him because he deserved to know the woman he was truly with. She didn't want him getting married to such a massive slut. By all means, enjoy all the sex you want. It's the modern world. But don't string along my son while doing it."
"Any ideas on how to put a smile permanently back on his face?"
"Mum mentioned one thing," Carlotta replied, "She thinks we should go back to the old country for a holiday."
Christina laughed. "I don't think Mum realises that Yugoslavia no longer exists."
Carlotta shook her head, chuckling to herself. "She doesn't mean Yugoslavia, she means Croatia. You remember the story? Her father the Aussie, travelling Europe on a shoestring budget. Her mother the Croatian beauty... Well, Yugoslavian at the time. Falling in love. Then her mother fell pregnant rather quickly. Mum immigrating out here with her parents while still a baby..."
"I remember our grandmother always talking fondly about Yugoslavia," Christina said somewhat wistfully, "I know she did travel back a couple of times. Mum went once though it really wasn't possible after it all fell apart in the nineties."