Madelyn's POV. It was yesterday. It was yesterday my kids found out about their father and I found out he was the man I shamelessly offered my body to few years back. Since my kids became able to communicate clearly, they had always asked where their father was or he was. I'm ashamed to say I had fed them lies for years now. I did it for their own good though, how would they feel after finding out I had them because of a one night affair with a total stranger? The first two years they asked about their dad, I showed them a photograph of someone. It was a photo of my younger brother. I hung photos of him everywhere in their room and they believed me. They believed their dad was a pilot and he had been away since mom's seventh month of pregnancy and hasn't returned home since then. They would brag about it to their peers and it only made my heart ache when I saw how genuinely happy and proud they were of a person I didn't even know. Soon, more questions start
There has been akward silence in the well ventilated, exquisite office. I'm seated here, occasionally glancing at my wristwatch and patiently waiting for the twenty minutes of courtesy I had promised to give to be over, so I could walk out that door without the slightest feeling of emotion. I got the shocking call from Jason this morning. I hurried up with my breakfast and fed my babies. Before I scurried out of the house like a mouse being chased by a cat, I sat them down and gave them reasons why the remaining five of them can't let Jason know that they are his. I solemnly swore to be honest and transparent henceforth and to never tell a lie to them, even at the expense of my life. They were unhappy but at least I made them see reasons with me. Even if I was going to get married to Jason, I needed to keep my kids safe. Anything could happen, he could file for divorce one morning and insist on taking the children. I will be left with nothing but a few bucks as
Jason's POV “ You don't threaten me with my children, ma'am. I mean, you said it yourself that they were mine, so what makes you think you can take them away from me? Not even Liam, who is Jason's son.” I wanted to step in and tell grandma she had gone a bit far but I respect her so much. She is one wise lady and she always has a reason for whatever she is doing. So, I relaxed back on my chair and anticipated grandma's iconic reply. “ If I were you, I'd sit my ass down and rack my head for suggestions on how to put up with Jason.” Put up with me? I'm like the most loving man she could ever meet, so what's with the having to tolerate me? “ Okay, I have heard. I'm going to sit down and give you my own terms. If you want this to work, you would have to agree and then we are all set. Otherwise, I'm going to walk out that door with no regard for you and if you ever consider tracking me down and threatening to take my kids away from me, you sho
Madelyn. I slammed the office door behind me without giving a fuck about it. I just needed something or someone to feel the pain I felt after being humiliated in such a manner. How I kept my cool and waited till I was out of their presence before I let the river that had gathered in my eyes to run freely, is a mystery. Right outside the door, with my head resting on it while my tears run down my cheeks. I was hurting and needed just anyone to cry on. I don't mind paying a stranger off after crying freely to them and expressing just how much pain I feel right now. “ I believe a woman as beautiful as you shouldn't waste those pearls on a man. Your tears are precious, Madelyn. You shouldn't waste it on the wrong people.” He came. He always comes to my rescue. Without a second thought, I ran into his embrace and let it all out. Pain, sadness, anger, fear. I let it all out. I didn't say what was wrong with me when I texted, all I did was tell him I
Madelyn. Cara Adrian. My inhumane beastly sister.Seeing her here was a typical example of the prodigal son's story in the Bible. Except, this was an unrepentant daughter coming to cause havoc at the grave side of her dead mother. " Nice to see you again, Cara. I bought two glasses. You may join me, while i lament about my life's problems to mother." " I ain't here to share drinks and have a chitty chat with you, Madelyn. I'm here to give you a simple piece of advice. Take it or not, but it would be of help now or later in the future." Well, bring it on girl. " Er, let's hear it. But please be brief, i have more important things to do with my time." " What important things exactly? You call sitting here, wasting away on wine and telling all of your pitiable predicaments to a dead woman who couldn't even save her own life?" Cara, you igniting the beast in me! " I won't have you stand there and talk ill things about mom. We both know you have not even the smallest atom of respect
Jason. Madelyn left like hours ago. Grandma was still in the confines of my office, waiting for my return so she could round up her four hours lecture on how I treated Madelyn. Old ladies, and their ability to talk for ages! I had to leave my own office under the pretense of going to request for a file I needed from the financial team. “ Has power switched hands in this company, Jas?” I shook my head in response, “ Then, tell me why you have to go get files yourself when their are over hundreds of employees who would gladly go the end of the earth to get things done for you.” I learnt a lesson though. Never disrespect any lady in the presence of my grandmother. “ You look tired, Mr. Black. Probably get some rest or go home..” the receptionist began. When I left my office, the only place I could think of having a little rest to catch my breath, was at the reception. I loved sitting there, dressed like any other ordinary worker a
Madelyn. “ Mummy, let's go say Hi to daddy and grandma.” They were literally telling me to walk into the devil's den again and risk getting insulted after what happened few hours ago. “ Sweetheart, mummy is tired already. Let's reschedule for tomorrow, okay?” “ Mummy please. We won't stay long. Okay, ten minutes. Ten minutes and we would be in a taxi heading back home.” I could never say no to my kids, even if they requested for the most impossible things I could offer. So, I got my shoes on and apologized to the trio for having to keep them away from their father knowing just how much they wanted to meet him too. After seeing the whole company gaze at me and my kids, I kinda wished I had for once said no. Daniel called him daddy in the presence of his employees and clients. The attention we were getting was something I hadn't bargained for. But then, I see Black whisper something to the feminine figure whose back was turned to us a
Natasha. Seeing Jason mess around with a female other than me made me more zealous to get him. I specifically want to see the look on her face when I send her an invite to our wedding ceremony. I stood there and bore the insults. I heard him call me an acquaintance and nothing more. I saw him stare at her with doting affection and love. And it made me more bitter. But at least it increased my determination to get Jason. I have known Jason since we were kids. His father used to be my mom's highschool lover but things didn't work out for them. Mr. Black met Melissa, Jason's mom and they got married instead. Few years later, he happened to run into my mom, his one time lover and best friend. As at that time, my mom just met my dad and they were still getting to know each other. Mr. Black already had Jason, I think he was about six years old then. His father still loved my mom, so did my mom love him in return. But they couldn't be together anymore, not with Mr. Black married and not w