Chapter 38: Burying The Hatchet

Tony Woods POV

“Are you sure you really want to do this, sir? It'll surely break your heart.

I might decline the call if you want me to. You don't have to force yourself and do this," Paul asked me for clarity.

He needed to be certain that I was making the right choice.

It was a simple question, yet difficult to respond to.

I wasn't even certain what I wanted anymore, even though I asked them for more.

That one question from Paul shattered the thoughts in my head.

I wanted to satisfy my curiosity quickly. At the same time, I would rather not have my heart broken.

Devastated, I rested my head on the desk like a lost soup while making the deliberation within me.

While trying to decide for myself, Paul's phone rang again. Without asking further questions, I knew it was Angela calling again.

“Uncle, she's calling again.

Do you really want me to answer the phone?” Paul asked me.

My heart was beating faster.

Inside, my butt was spitting fire like a dragon, as though I were on a hot seat.

Without saying a word, I grabbed the phone and put it on a loudspeaker myself.

Then I proceed to drop it on the desk to hear Angels speak.

“Hey, Paul.

Why weren't you taking my calls? I've been waiting for you at the hotel.

The room has been booked for us already,” Angela spoke out of frustration.

She had no idea that Paul was with me inside the office.

Paul glanced at me and waited for me to direct him on what to say.

He would rather not do anything that will compile my mysteries

I signaled him to speak to avoid being suspicious.

Should he remain silent for too long, Angela would notice foul play and act fast.

“Of course, I am coming. My car developed an issue, and I am trying to fix it.

I'll be there in twenty minutes.” He assured Angela.

I never saw that coming.

What a genius Paul is.

I knew he was gonna lie, but I had no idea that It was going to be crazy.

“Now this sounds better. And please, no protection. Wanna feel it skin to skin,” Angela insisted before ending the call.

That was the part that loosened all the nuts inside my head.

I lost control of myself.

Deep down, I knew I was going crazy, even without anyone telling me.

After the telephone conversation, Susan and Paul stayed quiet and waited for me to make the final decision.

As I mauled over my thoughts, the only thing I could think of was to divorce Angela.

I was better off without a partner than to continue cohabitating with a partner who kept blinding me with deceit.

“The choice is yours to make, sir.

What are you going to do about her?” Susan asked me.

She barely said a word after I cautioned her for getting into a previously heated argument with Paul.

“I'll go with you.

She needs to be caught red-handed.

I will also make plans with my lawyers to get the divorce papers ready,” I finally came up with the much-awaited decision.

It was a hard pill to swallow, but I had no choice. I can't deny the fact that my heart still beats for Angela.

The evidence is clear that I still want to spend the rest of my life with her.

But on a second consideration, I thought about the safety of my life.

It's believed that a desperate woman is a potential murderer.

If Angela whom I loved so much will be capable of defiling our marital vows, then she's capable of eliminating me and taking over my empire

“Hold on a second, uncle,” Paul stopped me with an upraised arm.

Coming from someone who wanted me to make a move, I didn't expect him to stop me like that.

I thought he was going to be on my side.

“This isn't the right approach for a delicate situation like this.

Bursting her like that will ruin everything.” Paul suggested.

The fact that he dragged his words got me upset.

I didn't want to believe that he stopped me from making a move just to play with words.

“Can you get on with it immediately? Why waste so much time?” I sparked outrageously.

“I think what Paul is trying to say is that you should apply a bit of wisdom on this,” Susan stepped in and took charge of the situation.

“I'm pretty sure she's plotting to take over your empire and abscond with her mystery boyfriend.

From what I know, you might not be the biological Father of Kelly,” Susan dropped the hardest truth that I never wanted to hear.

I've been running away from that fact ever since Paul claimed that Angela wanted to have sex with him.

I tried to defend Angela in that area, despite knowing that Susan might be right after all.

However, I realized how stupid I sounded trying to defend someone who doesn't give a fuck about me.

“So you suggest I secretly conduct a DNA test to be certain that Kelly is my son?” I sought guidance.

“That's right!” Paul endorsed my idea.

I sighed in fatigue and wiped off the sweat on my forehead even when the air conditioner was turned on.

“And as for Angela, I am not having sex with her.

You don't have to worry about anything,” Paul assured me with a wink.

The assurance gave me some sort of relief I hadn't witnessed before.

It allayed my fears and put a stop to the constant doubts in my head.

I was inclined to speak with Paul about the issues.

I actually didn't proceed with the question because I would rather not sound stupid or a weakling.

How will It sound to the ears of a sane person to plead with your nephew not to have sex with your young wife?

That would have been a disgrace and a slap to my face.

“Thank you!”

I swallowed my pride to extend my heartfelt gratitude to Paul.

Who would have thought that the same pay I resented would become my saving Grace?

Despite my irrational behavior towards him, he still strived to ensure the restoration of peace and stability in my home

“I'll speak to Ethan on your behalf, Susan. I would ensure he doesn't get closer to Maria ever again,” I gave my assurance.

It was the least appreciation I could do to them for saving my home.

If it wasn't for their intervention, I would still be living in denial and raising a son who may turn out not to be mine

To think that I was already making plans to will half of the properties to Angela and Kelly.

In everything that happened, I was glad that they never told Ethan about it.

Ethan would have informed his mother, my ex-wife.

Definitely, she would mock me for the rest of my life because she warned me about getting married to a young lady, let alone someone of Angela's caliber.

She wasn't a witch, yet she saw this coming.

She knew I was making the biggest mistake of my life when I announced my plans of getting married to Angela.

I could have listened to her, but I didn't. I thought the advice was born out of jealousy after I ended things with her.

Now I know better.

“Thank you, Uncle.

I'm glad we reconnected again. I'm just telling her that I've backed out already.

She won't suspect that I ever discussed this with you,” Paul vowed.

Hearing him speak, I felt like apologizing to him again for treating him like garbage.

Most people would want to capitalize on our rift and have sex with Angela, but he never did.

Rather, he handled the situation with a mature mind, more than what I could ever imagine.

For that act, he would always earn my respect for a thousand years to come.