-- Grizelda --The quiet hum of the evening filled the house as I perched myself on the couch. There was a cup of tea in my hands.Leo was upstairs. Most likely he will be immersed in one of his books or quietly playing with his toys. The house was calm, but my mind was far from it.My head kept replaying the chanced encounter between Alex and Leo in school today. He knew. I saw the way he’d looked at Leo… I saw how the spark of recognition came to life in his eyes. My stomach tightened into several knots as the memory replayed.This was all because of Leo. I turned him to stop being friends with Spencer but he wouldn't listen. Now this!A knock at the door broke the tranquility of the stillness and made me jump.I frowned as I dropped the cup of tea on the coffee table, thankful it didn't spill. It was already late; I wasn’t expecting anyone.So who could it be?I made my way to the door. I stood there for a moment before I pulling it open.And there he was.Why wasn’t I surprised?A
-- Alexander --I checked my wrist watch as I rested against my car.Any moment now.The school bell finally rang. The chime echoed through the air which signaled the end of another school day. Children flooded out of the building in a rush of backpacks and laughter.I shifted against my car. My gaze was fixed on the school gate. It was the same routine I had grown used to over the past few weeks but today, there was a flutter of anticipation in my chest.I was here for Spencer. Not entirely.Don’t get me wrong. I cared about the boy. I couldn’t bring myself to treat him as anything less than my son. My newfound enthusiasm for picking him up from school stemmed from someone else entirely.Leo.His hazel colored eyes mirrored mine. His hair was blonde as mine. There was something about him that drew me in, an invisible string pulling me closer. Each time I saw him, I felt a connection and warmth I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was undeniable now. He was my son, though he didn’t
-- Grizelda --I barely registered the slight buzz of the television as I sat on the couch. I had a book in my laps as I watched Leo play with his building blocks. He was unusually quiet today, though I didn’t press him about it. He had these moments where he would just stare vacantly into space and be completely lost in his own little world. I had learned to let him come to me when he was ready.“Mom,” his voice cut through the silence.“Yes, sweetheart?” I concentrated my gaze on him.He placed a block carefully on top of his tower with more concentration than was needed. I could see his hesitation. Whatever he wanted to tell me was obviously a big deal to him.“I don’t think Spencer is Mr. Kingston’s real son.” His voice was low and deliberate.I blinked as my heart skipped a beat. “What? What will make you say something like that?”Leo shrugged as he maintained his concentration on the blocks. “They don’t look alike. Think about it.” He glanced at me briefly. His hazel eyes shone
-- Alexander --The email I just read had knocked the air out of me.Grizelda had invited me to lunch. I pinched myself and yes I wasn’t dreaming.Initially, I thought it was some kind of mistake or some trap of sorts but the words were clear and left no room for errors.'Alexander, We need to talk. I’ll meet you at Pellegrino’s at noon, tomorrow. I’m sure you still remember where it is.'The message was short, calm, and contained no hostility. It left me stunned. I sighed deeply.Grizelda wanted to talk to me? After all the years of silence and distance, she was willing to sit down with me?There must be an angle I was not seeing. She had a play here. I’m sure she did.I tossed around in my bed that night. I was too tensed to sleep. I burnt calories thinking of what she wanted to talk about. As daylight got closer, I felt my tension slowly turn to excitement.I got to Pellegrino’s earlier then she stated. My heart palpitations were through the roof as I entered its familiar space. Th
-- Alexander --The drive home was terrible. My conversation with Grizelda tugged at my heart. I was angry, sad and filled with a hardened resolve to confront Lucy. Lucy had blocked her. She had deliberately kept Grizelda from reaching out to me and giving me news about Leo. I had swallowed everything Lucy had done but not this time.I wasn’t without blame either. For years, I had known that Spencer wasn’t my biological son. I agreed to Lucy’s plan because it was very convenient at the time. It was the only way I could give my mother what she wanted; a grandchild. How could I tell her that her son was infertile?I wasn’t comfortable with the arrangement anymore after realizing the cost Lucy made me pay without my knowledge.I needed to make this right. I had allowed myself to live in the shadow of her lies for far too long. I accepted her version of our reality without questioning it. That ends now.As I walked into the house, the sound of laughter from the television greeted me.Luc
-- Grizelda --The hospital room was dark and quiet with the faint hum of machines the only sound in the room.I almost changed my mind from coming here. I didn't know if he would want me around after all that happened the last time we spoke. I casted all those thoughts aside and raced down to the hospital immediately I got the news about his mother's collapse.I found him sitting on a chair inside as I stood at the doorway for a bit. He leaned forward, his elbows were on his knees and his eyes had bags underneath them. His shoulders bore evidence of the weight he carried in his heart. I felt a stab of pain in my chest as I saw him like that."Alexander," I called out softly and walked towards him.He turned slowly and looked at me. I could see fatigue and misery in his eyes. I blinked back the tears that were about forming in my eyes because memories from when we were still together came flooding in. When I would be there for him in similar situations and he would be there for me in
-- Alexander --The strong smell of sanitizer hung in the air as I sat down beside my mother's bed. I had barely touched the food beside me. All my attention was on her. I watched her chest fall and rise in rhythm as she breathed. She looked frail and old. The woman I saw on the bed was far from the vibrant assertive woman that I had known my whole life.The doctor already said she would gain consciousness anytime soon but it didn't make it any easier for me. The message on her phone was stuck in my head.'Spencer is not your real grandson. Your son has been lying to you. He's impotent and will never give you a grandchild.'My stomach twisted every time I thought about it. Whoever sent that message had done more damage in one moment than I could ever hope to repair."Alex?" My mother called out with a faint voice. I leaned forward towards to her, my heart beating faster."Mom," I called her, relief flooded my cells. She blinked several times in a bid to focus her vision. She finally f
-- Grizelda --I was folding laundry and shuffling my feet to music from my sound system, when I heard the knock on the door. I stopped and listened. I wasn't expecting anybody today. The knock was consistent and sharp. The visitor was rather impatient.I frowned as I wondered who that could be. I imagined Vicky being the one. It could be her. I dropped the semi folded clothes in my hands and made for the door.I opened the door and came face to face to the last person I ever expected see. Alexander's mother. She stood in front of me with a proud stance and a disdainful look on her face.How did I not know not know that was finally discharged from the hospital? Alexander should have told me, but he didn't. At least, I expected him to, considering our last encounter. Unless he was still sad about everything I told him.His mother sized me from head to toe with that look of disdain permanently etched on her face.I decided to play it cool. It was obvious she was here for a fight and I w
-- Alexander --I drove away in my car and they didn't hesitate to shut the gates behind me, the sharp clang of the metal gates symbolizing the superior power of the Williams Estate. And to think that years ago I always saw them as gods and never would have thought for once that one day I'd have the audacity to stand in front of their gates and plead to speak with their daughter.That was the kind of influence the Williams had in the entire country.But unfortunately, I'd once been married to that 'daughter' without knowing she was connected to the Williams family.I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, feeling the weight of my frustration pressed heavier on my chest.Damn you, Grizelda!I was trying my best to fix things, to prove that I was on her side in every way, yet I felt her shutting me out without any aid to it. Even audacity couldn't help me out.Her sliceful words repeated endlessly in my mind. "Then show it. Don't just fucking come and spell it out to my face."I ex
-- Grizelda --I watched Leo fall asleep on his bed while I was just almost done with reading his bedtime stories to him. His tiny body curled against the pillows, his golden hair shimmering in the glow of the nightlight and the peaceful rise and fall of his chest indicating how probably deep he was in the world of his dreams.Hopefully, it was a good dream.I brushed a stray strand from his forehead and kissed him there. My love for him only grew more everyday and the will to protect him and keep him safe grew stronger day by day as well.I remembered how my blood boiled with simmering rage during the interview earlier today.Alexander Kingston had promised me, given me his word while we stood face to face, agreeing that there would be no dragging over Leo, yet what if it was all a lie?In the blink of an eye a custody battle was placed on my table? All for what?! It was exactly what I'd wanted us to avoid, yet he brought upon a damn legal war over Leo!Jax had to be right! It would
-- Alexander --My jaw hung loose when I saw Grizelda live on the TV screen. She sat composed, but like a queen appearing with a deadly look on her face like she had come to announce the presuction of those that had dared to go against her.“I have been a single mother for years, caring and nurturing my son till this very stage." She said smoothly, her voice calm yet laced with fire and authority. "Therefore, I believe if there should be anyone willing to claim him from under my care, they should be ready to prove more capable of catering for him better than I have. But that isn't the case now, is it?” She continued.“All I sense is family legacy being placed as a priority, as well as a struggle for control being brought to my face. The people I've seen are people who refuse to accept that I have built my own life, independent of them, and I refuse to be bullied. I refuse to allow my son to be used as a pawn in their game.” Her words sounded final.I clenched my fists. This had to be
-- Grizelda --Back at my parent's mansion to spend some time with them while I also brought Leo along, I settled in front of the television in the living room as I poured myself a drink. A breaking news alert caught my attention and shock had me in its hold as I saw Margaret standing at a podium, her face calm and composed.“As a grandmother, it is well obvious that I would want what's best for my grandson. Not just because I love him with all my heart and want him by my side, but because I want to ensure he's raised in an environment that prioritizes his well-being,” she said, her voice steady. “It’s clear to me that certain environments can be bad for a child's growth and upbringing.” My grip on the glass tightened. She was making this public. She was declaring war.“If you will not turn that off, I'll turn it off myself.” My father came out of nowhere, breaking through my concentration and before I had time to object, he went ahead and disconnected the tv plug from the sockets.
-- Alexander --I leaned back in my leather chair, steering myself slowly to the left and slowly to the right, lost in the turmoil in my head. It felt like the wrong time to remember Grizelda's painful words to me at the hospital but I did and clearly."I've decided to give Jax a chance in my life..." She had said.The words were like tiny needles pricking against my skin.Jax Grey. He was finally successful in taking Grizelda from me.Apart from that, there was a lingering pain in my chest. I felt deeply broken inside because it felt like everyone was suddenly against me. I felt alone with no one to turn to.I stared once again at the crumpled drawing Leo had given me last time I picked Spencer up from school. I'd been the one to crumple it, squeezing it tightly in my hand while emotions welled up inside of me. It was a picture of a family, properly colored with crayons.No matter how many times I stared at the drawing, I felt the same amount of emotions brewing inside of me. It was
-- Grizelda --The front door being slammed shut echoed through the house. I soon heard Leo's footsteps followed by his lovely voice."Mommy!" he called out in a shrill voice.I stepped out of the kitchen to meet him. I dried my hands on a dish towel as I met him in the hallway. His face was red from the cold, his blond hair pointed in all directions and his bag almost slipped off one shoulder.The paper he held commanded my attention."Look!" he said excitedly as he stretched the paper toward me. "Something new I made at school today!"I collected the drawing from him. My breath got caught in my throat as I realized what he drew this time.It was a picture of himself, unmistakably and Alexander. It was drawn in vibrant crayon colors. Leo had drawn himself in his favorite red shirt as he held hands with a tall man who looked unmistakably like Alexander.The man had the same blond and hazel eyes. The title was written very boldly. Me and the man who looks like me!I forced a smile. "My
-- Alexander --The afternoon light poured into my office and radiated off the polished wood of my desk. The financial report I’d been working on untouched for the past hour on my computer screen stared back at me. My head was in another dimension. I kept thinking of my argument with my mother.Grizelda’s supposed betrayal with Jax Grey still played in my head.It was a story I believed to be true all those years ago. Lucy showed me the so called evidence of Grizelda's infidelity. She cried and consoled me, telling me I deserved better. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be logical then.But now? All I could think of was if there must be more to the stor I should know about.I leaned back in my chair as I stared at the ceiling deep in my thoughts. My head was completely filled with doubt. Could it really be that something did go on between Jax and Grizelda, or could those photos have been entirely fake, purposely made to look that way? Probably edited too.Those photos always felt
-- Grizelda --The custody fight hanged over me like a dark and unrelenting storm. Even in my leisure time, I was unable to relax because of the heaviness I felt when I thought about it. Margaret not only wanted to take away Leo from me but my identity. I didn’t know what else I was asides being a mother.I decided to bury myself in work but little good did that do. The numbers and quotations just blurred into one huge mess of gibberish before my eyes. I leaned back in my chair as I rubbed my temples. I needed to keep busy otherwise my mind would spiral into places I didn’t want it to go. I couldn’t afford to fall apart now.A soft knock on the door startled me.“Come in,” I called. I bent over the papers scattered on my table. I needed to appear or give the impression I was busy.Vicky stepped inside, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. She had always been proactive, sorting my needs before I even knew. I gave her a grateful look, my eyes twinkling with delight as it expressed the r
-- Alexander --"You have crossed a line." I said as my voice trembled with anger.My mother who stood in the centre of my office didn’t flinch at my tone, she didn’t even blink. She just stood there, arms folded with a rigid posture as the cold matriarch she has always been."Leo is my grandson," Her words were measured and deliberate. "He belongs in the Kingston family."Her words sent my mind reeling. I glared as I launched myself to my full height. "Leo stays with his mother," I snapped. "And you had no right to serve Grizelda custody papers without my blessing. What were you thinking?""I was thinking about Leo’s future. Your son's future." she said with an icy tone "The Kingston's name. The legacy you seem so fixated on ruining."I could barely restrain my anger as my hands were clenched into fists. "This has nothing to do with legacy. This is about Leo. He’s a child, not some object to be added to the Kingston's collection. No matter what the case may be."Her lips curled into