CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: Obsession

“Amara Beltran,” I mentioned his beloved ex-girlfriend’s name that made him stop. “She loves you and wants to get back with you but someone is stopping her. He’s manipulating her, brainwashing her,” I added staring at his back.

I saw his anger through his clenching fist, heard it through gritting of his teeth, and felt it as the atmosphere tensed. It smelt like a perilous rage.

“Who?” he queried. A single word that weighs vast anger.

“Bruce Collins,” I answered. I smirked with how his reaction worsen. The veins on his arms were about to explode. “I heard and saw everything. How come? Because I am the Mr. Collins’ illegitimate child.” I justified bitterly to convince him.

Labeling myself as his illegitimate son when I was the opposite didn’t hurt anymore. I was immune with the pain. What worse than that was watching my mom suffer in her hospital bed for years and I couldn’t do anything.

I watched Mark McCoy went on his way to the place Bruce brought Amara to hide her from him, her