Chapter 10- Kia mom is back

Skyler’s POV

Since everywhere was quiet, I decided to make Kia happy, at least to share my best moments with him.

"Anty Skyler, what is the stake that you will not leave my daddy?" Kai asked all of a sudden. We were outside the house, in the compound, and he began to pluck flowers where he was playing with butterflies.

"Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, I just think this will be the beginning of my dad's peace of mind. He has not been having rest of mind and always thinks of something anytime he is alone," Kia said, moving closer to me.

"Has he ever told you what he always thinks about?" I asked him because this was the first time hearing this.

"No, anytime I ask him, he doesn’t answer me, and I think it’s because he needs a woman beside him. When I was with Grandma, I told her, and that was why he called Anty Clara from abroad to come home and marry."

"Ohh, so you mean that was the reason why Clara is here?"

"Yes."

My mouth gaped. I could recall how many times Zain would just go silent and start thinking, the reason for which he couldn’t share. I don’t think it’s about a wife, it must be something else, though.

"Kia, let’s go inside. You’ll stress yourself a lot, and you’ll need to rest," I said. Turning back to the door, I saw a young lady in her late twenties, dressed in a suit and casual wear.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I asked. But when she came in, it was Kia she was looking at.

"Hi, my name is Kate. I’m Zian Hill’s friend. Is he around?" she asked. I moved back a bit because, even when she was talking, all her focus was on Kia.

"Kia, go inside. I will meet you soon," I said to Kia. I don’t trust anyone, neither do I know anybody. As much as Zian’s parents are not in full support of this, there will be some problems within.

"I’m sorry. Zain Hill is not around. And who are you to him?" I asked her all of a sudden because if Zain wanted to give someone an appointment, it would either be at the office if official or at the bar if casual. I’m his PA and have been working for him for years now. I have never witnessed Zain Hill giving someone an appointment at his house.

"I’m his childhood friend."

I moved away from the sun, and we walked into a chamber where we normally organize for visitors who don’t want to come inside.

"And who are you to him?" she asked all of a sudden. That was a foolish question, but I answered since I hadn’t found out who she was to Zain.

"I’m his PA. You can call me Skyler."

"Ohh, that’s good."

All of a sudden, I saw Zain’s car drive in. Zain doesn’t come home at this time unless it’s urgent. Definitely, there must be something wrong.

"Why are you home at this time of the day? What is wrong?"

Instead of answering my questions, he asked, "Do you have visitors?" pretending he didn’t know who came here.

"No, she came for you, and I wonder why you invited your visitor home. Why not the office? Why not a place like a bar or restaurant?"

"I don’t think I have visitors."

"Hi Zain, you’re so pretty. You are now a grown man," Kate said immediately when she saw Zain coming towards her. But Zain said he didn’t know her.

I could see Zain trying to use his eyes to signal the girl, not trying to confuse her.

"Do you know her?" I asked Zain.

"Yes, she is one of my friends from childhood."

I didn’t understand anymore, but I knew there was something wrong that he wasn’t telling me. I whispered to him, trying to note the truth about her.

"She is Kia’s mother," he said.

"Kia’s mother? How?"

I was shocked. Why would a woman give birth to a child and leave him with a man for years, then come back now?

I left their midst immediately. After hearing that, my mind was spinning.

Is Zain trying to tell me that his ex has come back?

My nostrils flared as I stared at Zain again. I couldn’t believe she’d taken Zain away from me.

I slammed the door behind me so hard the walls seemed to shake. My chest felt tight, like there wasn’t enough air in the room. My head was pounding, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

She’s back.

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms, but I didn’t care. I could still see her face, smooth skin, the bright smile, the way her hair fell perfectly over her shoulders. She looked like she stepped out of a magazine.

And me? I felt like a crumpled piece of paper standing next to her.

“How can she just come back like that?”

My stomach twisted, and I pressed my hand against it, trying to make the feeling go away, but it wouldn’t. She left her son. She left her son with my husband. And now, she thinks she can just show up like nothing happened?

I started pacing the room, my feet moving without thinking. I couldn’t stop seeing the way my husband looked at her. That soft smile, the warmth in his eyes. He never looks at me like that.

“She’s better than me,” I muttered under my breath, the words cutting me like a knife.

The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. Of course, he still loves her. How could he not? She’s beautiful. She’s perfect. I couldn’t compete with her even if I tried.

But all I feel is this sharp, aching pain in my chest. I’ve been the one here for him. I’ve been the one to kiss him goodnight, wipe his tears, and hold him when he was scared.

But none of that matters now that she’s back.

I stopped pacing and stared at the floor, tears blurring my vision. My throat burned, but I refused to cry. Not for her. Not for him.

The tears started falling before I could stop them, hot and heavy down my cheeks. I wiped them away with the back of my hand, but they kept coming. I hated her. I hated how perfect she looked. I hated how she made me feel so small, so invisible.