I saw red immediately my eyes landed on her. She was not alone. There was a woman and a man that was walking alongside her. She looked like she did not belong here at all. With the way she was looking around and all that but that was not what was making my blood boil. It was the fact that the man was too close to her. It was annoying me to no end. And if not for the hand that Kayden had on me, I would go over to where she was and make him pay for actually touching her. She did not like it obviously but she kept her face straight. The woman she was with said something to her and left. Which made her alone with the man. "What do you think she is doing here?" He asked me and I shrugged. I have no idea what she was doing here and to be honest I really don't care. What was making me mad right now was the fact that the man had his hand on her waist. He led her to one side and offered her a seat. "She still looked like she did before. Nothing changed." He said and I grimaced like I knew

I had not exactly thought he was going to take the news lightly, knowing him. I would not exactly know him. He only turned out to be like this when we were not together. The Charles I knew before was a sweet person that you'll love to be with every single time. But not this one. As I had expected, he did not take it lightly and he had been blowing up my phone ever since. I knew what I did had consequences and I was ready to face it. If only it meant that it gets him my trail. The weekend was not the best for me. I could not get enough sleep and rest. The only relief I got was the fact that I stayed at Adeline's place throughout the weekend, so I had plenty of time to play with Charlie. What he said that day had been on my mind throughout. Both guilt and anger have been my companions ever since that day. Guilt because I did not tell him he had a daughter now that I had the chance. Anger because he did not even have the right to claim her as his daughter. He left her alone. I hate t

The drive back to my office was quick and faster than I expected. It was my driver that alerted me that we had reached out destination. I was lost in my own thoughts. And they were not good ones. I felt like there was a pressure behind my eyes and my head would explode soon if I did not do anything about it. I stalked to my office and when I reached, my secretary mentioned to me that I had a package. But I zoned him out and walked in. I sank into my chair behind the table and put my hand on my forehead with pressure as if to minimize the pain. There was a brown envelope on the table but I dismissed it and my thoughts went back to what happened today. I could not bring myself to believe whatever it was she was saying. It felt too unreal and impossible. And I knew it was impossible. Everything she said there was a lie. I just had to make myself believe that it was. My mind and brain knew that she had to have sprung some lies together for her to live with herself after what she had

Tam has not left me alone since what happened between me and Charles in the office yesterday. Funny how we both called in sick at the same time. But no one could say anything or query either of us since we were literally the bosses. My appetite was gone. I've not been able to stomach anything. Even if I tried, it all came back up and I'd vomit everything back. I can't fathom what he was trying to do yesterday. Rile me up unnecessarily and make me relive the pain of what had happened to me in the past? Make me remember the fact that his mother almost killed me and my child? Or the one where he had left me for another woman saying he played with me? When Tam went to sleep yesterday, I went to my drawer and pulled out the letter he wrote to me. His last words to me all of those years ago. The ring he gave me was still with me. I don't know why I couldn't find it in myself to throw all of those things away. I've tried so many times not to go back to them, but I still do it. I read th

She was gone. And panicking big time. I felt like I should do something. Anything. But I could not bring myself to. I was only looking at her. And I did not like what I saw at all. She was white as sheet. She looked like she'd pass out. She was nothing like the woman I saw the other time who I felt would bite my head off if I made the wrong move. The woman that would have my head if I did but mistake say the wrong words. She was like a shell if herself right now. She looked like she was scared of me. She was visibly shaking. And the only thought that could go through my head right now is that she was scared. Of me. Or maybe of the fact of what I might do if things went South. Maybe she thinks I'm here to take her. I was. The plan before was to take the issue to court and take custody of my child back and probably blame her for keeping the fact that our child did not die then away from me. But then after I learnt about what my mother did to her, I could not even bring myself to