“I just didn’t see it…I was in a state of panic, and I didn’t think to check….” She choked out, her face flushed with guilt and embarrassment, but I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t care, as all I saw was red.
The room went dead silent. But my head wasn’t. My mind was screaming. Rage boiled in my chest like a kettle left too long on fire and about to explode.
“You didn’t see the messages?” I repeated, my voice low but menacing as I took deliberate steps towards her. “You didn’t think… f**k! Do you realize what you’ve done?”
Ava opened her mouth to respond, eyes wide in shock, but I didn’t let her.
“You caused a scene, Ava,” I snapped, my voice louder than I intended. “A public spectacle. You didn’t even stop there, you accused an innocent person of k********g. And for what? For something that ended up being a misunderstanding. All because you couldn’t pause for two damn minutes and think?!”
Her face paled.
“1…” she began, eyes wide and glassy, but I was already gone, too angry to care or stop.
“I mean, do you have an idea of what you’ve done?” I barked. “This wasn’t a birthday brunch or some get–together! This was a product launch. A high–end product launch, and you stormed it. You dragged it to a stop with your outburst, which could have been handled more smartly if only you had thought to inform the security team first before….” I cut myself off, dragging my hand down my face.
I mean, if she didn’t think me a father or supporter enough to mention my son’s disappearance to her, then she could have discreetly informed the security team instead of throwing up this drama and then ending up slapping Lillian in front of everyone. She didn’t even stop to think what her actions would bring. She just dragged herself and Zareon unknowingly into the spotlight. People would drag her just for ruining this event. I wouldn’t allow that to happen, though. I already instructed the security team to secure all videos made at the scene, but I was so pisseed, so shaken that I couldn’t see anyone other than her until whispers started to spread through the air like germs.
“Yes, he is right. She could have handled it better.”
“She overreacted and ruined the whole event.”
“She could’ve acted with her head, not just emotions, and then pointed fingers at an innocent person over her own negligence. Uh!”
“How are they even related, by the way? Are they friends or family?”
Every loud and low comment found a way into my ears, and I went still. All my rage, jealousy, envy, and all other emotions I felt at that moment of rush died down in a second.
I glanced at Ava, whose face was pale, though she tried to harden her composure. She tried not to show how their glares and comments, which I had stupidly escalated, hurt her. However, I could see it in the way her fingers clutched the fabric of her dress tightly at her sides, the way her lips were sealed shut, that I had overdone it. I had escalated the situation and made it worse.
Damn it.
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I clenched my fists, jaw ticking. I hadn’t meant to explode like that. I hadn’t planned to make her look stupid in the presence of everyone. I was just angry, so f*****g angry, but not at her alone. My brain couldn’t even process how it had gotten to this point. I had been so terrified when I found out Zareon was missing 1 wouldn’t even have known if my eyes hadn’t been on her all evening. I hadn’t even been angry when she accused Lillian, or when she slapped her, because I knew Ava wouldn’t say or do such a thing without a
reason. But, I had to say what I said earlier to quench the fire that would definitely burn if they pursue that argument. However, after all that, all the fear, all the guilt, all the suppressed emotions, so as not to add more suspicions to the burning list. After everything, it all came down to the fact that the same guy who had been in her life since, the same one I had seen almost half–naked at her house, had been the one who took my son. That was the tipping point, the reason I lost my cool entirely without a full stop.
My hard gaze fell on the said guy who was being uncuffed. As if he knew I was looking, he lifted his head and met my gaze with the same venom I levelled him with.
“I’m sorry,”
My head turned to Ava, who had turned to face everyone, my son already dozing off again, unaware of the
chaos around him.
“I’m sorry for the chaos I caused. I know an apology won’t cut it. It won’t undo the damage I’ve done, the event I just ruined, or the money lost. It won’t bring back the connections I disrupted. But still, I want to apologize. I was a mother losing her mind because I couldn’t find my son. I was scared, so terrified…” She paused and swallowed hard. “But still, this could’ve been avoided. So, I apologize.”
Murmurs filled the room again, but no one said a word. My throat tightened, and my heart became heavier with guilt and regret when I saw the pain in her face. God! Why do I have to lose my temper in such a way
when I should have been her backbone?
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I wanted to reach out to her. I wanted to say something. To undo it all. But before I could do anything, Elson
stepped in.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” he murmured to her gently, almost as if he were coaxing a baby. His hand draped around her back as if it were the most natural thing to do. Then, like the jerk he was, he glanced my way and sized me up and down, just as he had earlier.
That jerk.
My jaw clenched tighter, and I moved forward towards them, ignoring the eyes on me.
“I don’t care what you think you are to her,” I muttered low enough for only him to hear, stopping just a foot
blood. You don’t get to play father or whatever you think you are.” away, “but that child, Zareon, he’s mine. M
I don’t know why I said that, but I felt he needed to know that and know his place.
Elson’s eyes narrowed, “Neither do you,” he said coldly.
Keeping his eyes on me, he leaned down slightly and whispered something to Ava, to which she responded with a nod. Then, finally looking away, he took Ava’s hand, pulled her close to his side, and they walked off
with my son.
The audacity.
I stood there, fuming, watching their backs disappear into the crowd. My chest pounded, not from exhaustion but from rage that refused to die down.
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Hours later, I was on a plane back home.
Alone.
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The silence in the plane was both a relief and a curse, as it allowed my thoughts to spin violently around everything that had happened, from Zareon’s missing drama to me making Ava a public spectacle.
My heart constricted painfully at the memory.
I hadn’t intended to stay the night; it was never part of my plan. However, after everything that had occurred, I should have rested until the next morning. But I couldn’t, not after the overwhelming urge to go after Ava and hold my son, and especially not with Lillian in the same house as me.
When I arrived in the country for the launch this morning, torn about seeing Ava again, although I hadn’t anticipated seeing Zareon, I hadn’t expected anyone to be there in the penthouse, I certainly hadn’t expected to find Lillian standing in the kitchen, sipping wine at eight in the morning like she owned the place when I had assumed she left our house early that morning before I left for whatever she spends her day doing. She hadn’t even flinched when I entered, nor did I care enough to show my displeasure until the drama that happened with Ava.
I knew Ava had accused her for a reason. I didn’t know what that reason was yet, but damn it, I was starting to believe she had one because tell me what they were discussig earlier. Lillian had said she only complimented Zareon, but I knew that was a bluff. She wasn’t capable of something as innocent as that, and her peeking at the sleeping baby doesn’t sit well with me either.
By the time I arrived back in my country and at my house, I felt like my bones were made of rock. They were heavy as f**k. But as soon as I stepped inside, my exhaustion turned to irritation again. Because the first person I saw was my mother.
She was lying on the chaise lounge in the living room, legs crossed and phone to her face, while Neo was seated on the rug with his nanny, both of them giggling over some toy. The sight of my son playing and giggling should have been a heartwarming sight, but my mom’s presence overshadowed it.
Instead, it irritated me.
I didn’t greet her. I just nodded in reply to the nanny’s greeting as I walked right past them.
But of course, she followed.
“What was that?” she demanded behind me. “Why are you back alone? And where’s your wife?”
I stopped halfway up the stairs, fist clenched around my suitcase in anger.
“That’s not my business,” I said without turning around.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, ma,” I said, voice tighter, turning around to face her. “Her whereabouts are not my business. You can call her if you want answers to that.”
Her face twisted in disbelief. She hadn’t expected those words from me. But do I care? No! I wasn’t in the
mood to.
I whirled around to continue my journey, but stopped short when she snapped.
“What is this, Kyle? I don’t care what got your trousers in a twist, but I am your mother, and you do not get to
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talk to me that way.”
“Then stay out of my business.” I snapped.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, “Kyle…”
“I’m not a child anymore, mother,” I said, my voice trembling as I tried to force down my frustration. “I don’t need you dragging your nose into my marriage, my home, or my decisions. I can handle my life perfectly well without your interference. So, please, stay out of my business. You want answers about Lillian? Fine! Ask Lillian. She would be more than happy to indulge you.”
It was as if her expression had frozen, as her eyes and mouth were still wide open in shock and disbelief.
“Kyle…” She started.
“On another note,” I cut her off as calmly as I could manage at that moment, “I would appreciate it if you reduced the time you spend here. This is not your house.”
Her face twisted in complete shock and total disbelief, but I didn’t care. Before guilt could seep into my anger, I stepped past her and stormed down the hallway. Yanking my phone from my pocket, I hit dial.
It rang twice, followed by a ruffled sound, then came a rough voice.
“I want you to run a background check on someone,” I said sharply, my voice rough with emotion.
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One thing I’ve learnt is not to act on emotions. Acting on emotions would make you do things that might hurt you or the other person. Note, this chapter isn’t meant to hate Kyle. The poor man already got an earful, but he was jealous and acted on emotions. Please forgive him.
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