LOGINAndrew's POV
With much reluctance, I left Nancy and my recovering son in the hospital so I could go and confront my mother. I couldn't stop thinking about this revelation. Nancy was back in my life, I had a son and my mother was monster.
How had my life changed completely in the span of a few hours?
I drove furiously in my car as I thought back to all what Nancy had told me. I was sweating profusely. I had taken off my coat and pulled my t-shirt up my arms. I didn't think it was possible to be angrier than I already was but as i thought about it more and more I felt like I was going to explode with rage.
I gripped my steering wheel so hard that my knuckles were drained of blood and white with tension. I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. A part of me hoped that Nancy had gotten everything wrong. That maybe she was just confused about what really happened because it was unbelievable that my mother would do this to me.
It was unfathomable that my own flesh and blood, someone who had carried me in her womb for nine months would be capable of something like this towards me.
God, I wanted this to be a big misunderstanding because I didn't know if I had it in me to forgive my mother.
She knew of my condition. She knew that I was infertile so how coud she? She knew I carried the insecurity of never being able to have an heir so how could she keep my son from me? Her grandson! Her flesh and blood!
I had to hear the truth from her own lips.
I arrived her mansion in a few minutes looking disheveled. My hair was a mess from running my fingers through it so many times.
I pulled up in front of her mansion and as I stepped out of my car, none of the guards or maids dared approach or talk to me.
I had venom in my eyes, my jaw ticked with built up anger.
As I walked into my mother's living room, I stopped in my tracks when I saw her pacing back and forth. Even though she was at home she was impeccably dressed in high heels, not a hair out of place.
But she was sweating even in the air conditioning and biting her finger nails as she walked up and down. She hadn't noticed me yet and was oblivious to my presence.
From her movements and the look on her face, my shoulders fell and my eyes stung with unshed tears as I realized how guilty she looked.
I was sure she had already heard the news about Nancy showing up in my office and basically announcing to everyone that I had a son. News traveled fast in the world we lived in.
"Mother..." I said in a deep and stern voice and she gasped, pulling her hand to her chest as her eyes connected with mine.
"Andrew. Son!" She said in fear as she took in my appearance. "Please let me explain...."
As soon as the words left her lips, my heart broke even more, in a way I didn't even think was possible. She was guilty.
Everything Nancy said to me was true and I felt regret and disgust at myself for ever even doubting her.
"So it's true. It's all true??? You terrorized Nancy and her family until she had no choice but to push me away.... My son..."
My mother's demeanor suddenly changed and there was an anger in her eyes. She had a habit of doing this when she was cornered and had no way to defend herself.
I already knew what would come out of her mouth before she even said it. She would tell me she did it for my own good.
"I did it for you Andrew." She said sternly. "That girl was a lowlife. What would she have contributed to our family huh??? Just the opportunistic badluck of poverty!"
"How the hell can you even talk like that!?" My mother's eyes widened in shock at the loudness of my voice.
I had never raised my voice at my mother in all my years of being alive, but this was too much. I couldn't take it.
"We came from poverty mother! There was a time we didn't have anything! So how could you not have empathy for people like Nancy, when years ago you were just like her! You forced her to raise our child all by herself."
"Yes!" My mother argued and I took a step back as if given a heavy blow by her words. She wasn't even trying to deny it anymore.
She was doing everything in her power to justify her actions.
"We came from poverty and I know how miserable it is to not want you to end up with someone poor! You deserve better. Your father died of cancer because we didn't have enough money to give him the treatment he needed. To stay rich, you need to be with someone who can contribute in a positive way to our family, our finances, and our legacy! Not some low life beggar and her bastard!"
"Mother!!" I stomped towards her ferociously and she was so surprised that she mistepped and fell to the floor on her ass, her hands on her chest in disbelief.
"How dare you?" I said in a low dark voice as she forced herself up. With a gasp, she gripped her couch, pulled herself up and sat on it, her chest heaving up and down as I towered over her.
"You don't have to involve yourself with that girl Andrew. I have a plan. I have become friends with the CEO of the biggest textile and communications industries in the country and he has a daughter. He is interested in creating a partnership with you. His daughter's name is Catherine. We can set up and arranged marriage. We could...."
She tried to reach for me but I angrily shoved her hand away. I was red and fiery with rage. I was talking to her about her despicable actions and she didn't even care.
She was changing the subject and talking to me about some Catherine girl and a partnership and an arranged marriage I didn't give a fuck about.
This was a side of my mother I had never seen before and it hurt. My heart shattered in my chest.
"How dare you call my son a bastard." I questioned and didnt give her space to talk as I continued.
I pointed a finger at her. "You're dead to me, mother. You are fucking dead to me."
Her eyes widened.
My voice was dangerously calm.
"The only way you can even attempt to redeem yourself is if you get down on your fucking knees and apologize to Nancy and my son. You don't deserve to be called my mother. You don't deserve to be my son's grandmother. You fucking disgust me!"
I finished and turned on my heels, walking out of her mansion and never wanting to see her again.
Nancy’s POVIt had been two weeks since I last spoke to Andrew. Even when I went to his home to visit Liam, he was never there. Or maybe he was, watching me from a corner I couldn’t see but never approaching me. I couldn’t tell if he had given up on chasing me, or if he was just waiting for the right moment.At first, I missed him, but I had grown used to not seeing Andrew around. I was training myself to detach any emotional link I had to him. It was easier that way.I had managed to calm Liam. I explained to him that he had to stay with his daddy for a while longer and that I would visit him three times a week.He was just a child and still confused concerning the entire situation but he was adapting slowly to it. His nanny, Rose, said he was doing better and I had nothing to worry about.I had also been trying to adapt to life without Liam constantly next to me. I convinced myself that he was in good hands. His nanny seemed to be very competent and she assured me that Catherine onl
Nancy’s POV“Nancy!” I heard him call after me. “Nancy please wait!”I didn’t know how I would react if I turned around and looked at him. I just wanted to go home. I had come to the bitter realization that no one was going to give me my son back. I would have to fight to get him back. Andrew finally reached me in a dark corner of the parking lot and grabbed hold of my hand. I was consumed by a blinding rage that made me turn around and give him a hard shove with a loud shriek. “What!? What is it!?” I screamed the words at him. “Why can’t you just leave me alone!?”“Fuck! because I can’t live without you Nancy!!” He said, projecting his pain and frustration at me through the words coming out of his mouth. His voice broke as he spoke to me. His eyes were watery and a single tear ran down his cheek. I stumbled backwards in surprise, but I held my ground. He wasn’t the only one hurting. “Oh, spare me the drama, Andrew!” I said bitterly and dismissively, ignoring the agony written all
Andrew’s POVI messed up and I didn’t know what to do. The morning after I had gone looking for Nancy at that private penthouse, all my actions of the previous night came crashing down on me and I couldn’t help but think that Nancy would never forgive me for what I had done.I can’t even imagine how scared she must have been. To see me in that state, carrying her child away from her and driving recklessly into the night. I had added to her trauma and I felt ashamed of myself.The truth was I was thinking of Nancy a lot that day and Liam was being especially difficult. It was one of those days where he missed his mother so much that he started throwing tantrums. There was nothing I could say or do that would make him calm down that day so I decided to take him to Nancy’s place.I had started drinking that day and Liam just wouldn’t stop crying. I felt like a failure. What kind of father couldn’t take care of his own son? Why couldn’t I make Liam happy? I understood that he missed his m
Nancy’s POVAfter the shoot wrapped, I went back to the dressing room to change, peeling off the heavy silk and wiping away the layers of professional makeup. I pulled on my favorite pair of faded, tight jeans and a simple white tank top, twisting my hair up into a messy bun. It was a relief to feel the cotton against my skin again, to feel like Nancy again, even if the glow of the shoot was still humming in my veins.I had already said my goodbyes to everyone.I grabbed my bag and headed out to the parking lot, the evening air cool and crisp. I was on my phone about to call for an Uber when I heard Colton’s voice. He had offered to drive me home, but after all the tension between us during the day, the way he looked at me in that dressing room, I suddenly didn’t want to be in the same space with him for the rest of the night."Nancy! Wait!" He called out, his face lit up with a grin. "I just wanted to make sure you got out okay. And to say it again, you were incredible today. A natur
Nancy’s POVThe silk of the silver gown felt like liquid against my skin. It hugged my body perfectly, accentuating my curves but it wasn’t too tight that it made me feel uncomfortable. The dress was perfect really. Colton had hired professional hair dressers and make up artists to get me ready for the shoot.My hair was the softest it had ever been as it flowed in long waves right down to my waist and the make up u had on was so light that it barely made any difference to how I looked. I felt confident and shy at the same time. I wasn’t used to getting all dressed up like this.All I could think about was how much I hated being watched."Nancy?" Colton’s voice was muffled, but I could hear the cautious edge to it. "The photographers are set up and the lighting is perfect. Is it... Is it okay if I come in for a second?"I took a deep breath, clutching the silk of my skirt. "Yes. Come in."The door creaked open slowly. Colton stepped inside, his eyes initially focused on a clipboard in
Colton’s POVShe was in my head, a constant, flickering flame that refused to be extinguished. Nancy occupied every corner of my thoughts, and no matter how hard I tried to maintain a mask of composure in her presence, I felt myself fraying at the edges. I was reaching a breaking point, a state where I might actually burst from the sheer volume of yearning I’d kept locked behind my ribs.Nancy had a way about her. She shifted the atmosphere the second she walked into a room. She drew me in and caught me off guard, and now I was certain there wasn't a single thing I wouldn’t do for her. If she asked me to crawl, I would obey with a terrifying sense of gratitude.For some reason, a heavy shroud of guilt followed me, guilt for everything that had happened to her. I may not have had a hand in Catherine’s schemes, but she was still my twin sister. That blood tie alone made me feel like an accomplice. I felt like I should have seen the darkness coming towards Nancy and I should have been th
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Nancy’s POVI was pacing back and forth, trying to keep it together. Trying not to let myself crumble in front of Andrew. I didn’t know why I felt this way. For four years I had been strong. I hadn’t shed a single tear for years but after Liam’s accident I have felt like the universe was against me.







