CHAPTER TWO

 To say he was shocked was an understatement. The little boy was her ex-wife's son. Karma finally caught up with her and she got pregnant he thought. After all the cheating and prostituting, how could she not ? He paced back and fourth in his office. He thought about how much different, her uniform was way longer than the other maids at the hotel. She seemed calm and not angry about anything. It made him angry that she acted innocent. It had been a week and he still couldn't get her off his mind. He dreamt about all the things they used to do, he thought about her smile and how she would speak Spanish to him whenever he spoke French. He thought about Adela McCarthy, the woman who broke his heart.

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Della made her way to the Levetté company, the building was huge. It hadn't changed a bit. It intimidated her, everyone seemed to be dressed all professional while she was in a sun dress and flats... her hair tied in a high bun. Jeanine had called her for a meeting, she mentioned it being very important. She didn't know how she had managed to get her number or what but how—

Della was afraid they would take her son away from her. She promised herself that she would protect Leondre from the Levetté family and the spot light. She wanted him to have a normal life. Della wanted to raise her son into a gentleman, one whom any girl would be lucky to have. Leo was definitely special, everyone whom he met seemed to love him.

After the receptionist allowed her to go up for her so called appointment. She remembered how she countless times she walked into this building with so much love for husband. Now she didn't feel anything, she had accepted that maybe love wasn't meant for her. At this point it definitely wasn't a priority. Love just wasn't a priority.

Della was raised by her grandparents after her father and mother had her when they were only sixteen. Della's mother always gave her the impression that she shouldn't have been born or she destroyed her life or she didn't deserve any love. She didn't know her father unfortunately because he didn't want anything to do with her either.

Her grandparents showed her the love she had not been able to receive from her parents, she loved them dearly. She constantly felt like she was a mistake, like she was not meant to be born. When she met Andre, he made her feel good, he made her laugh, he made her feel special but that changed in a matter of no time. She lost her confidence as the media constantly judged her, that she didn't deserve to marry a billionaire like Andre. She had always felt like she wasn't good enough. If it wasn't for her son she would have ended her life in a matter of seconds. Leo gave her a reason to want to continue, to want to fight, to have hope.

She was numb, she had been hurt so many times she had stopped expecting anything. After her grandparents were both no more. She had her degree in Literature and was working on her writing. After the divorce she was forced to drop out... not only because she was pregnant but also the fact that she could no longer afford it. A Good Samaritan later came along. She wanted to help other people out there battling with depression. Della wanted to tell them that everything passes, it's never permanent.

She knocked softly on the door as she heard a come in, she entered the neat office that belonged to Jeanine. "

"Morning Mrs. Levetté, you requested to see me." She still spoke so respectfully to the person who broke her marriage.

Jeanine was surprised by how calm she seemed even more surprised by her dressing. It was simple so simple, it made her blank not outstanding. 

When Della had been married to her son, she at-least put an effort but now... you could tell that she wasn't trying to get any man's attention.

"Yes and I assume you know exactly what it's about." Jeanine laced her fingers together, giving her a serious look.

"I'm not sure but whatever it is please don't take my son away from me, he is all I have." She said nervously. "He—" she was immediately cut off.

"I want you to understand that I did seven years ago was for Andre's good, for his well being, for my family. I couldn't have him marrying someone who was below us because that would have ruined his career but he did it anyways. I was just looking out for my family and I don't want him to hate me." Jeanine explained, a tear seeped from her left eye as these words left her mouth. In all honesty Della was not surprised that she was the one else who set her up, she didn't care about the past. The past should remain in the past.

"I know Mrs. Levetté, I also have a son now and I understand where you are coming from. I don't want any trouble myself, I just want to continue living with my son in peace." Della putting a fallen strand of hair behind her ear.

"So you won't tell Andre ?" Jeanine's face lit up, she didn't think that Della would be this easy to convince. She was so different from the Della she knew. The feisty, adamant Della who always stood up for what was right or always challenged her wasn't here anymore. Pain really does change people.

"Andre knows that I'm a cheater, I don't want any trouble really." Della muttered fiddling with her fingers.

"I'm sorry, I destroyed your marriage." Jeanine. "I can always give you some sort of payment even if it's for years. I assume you need help raising the boy." She suggested but Della immediately shook her head.

"No no no... Mrs. Levetté, please don't! I have enough shifts to sustain my son and I." Della gave a her a genuine smile. "Besides you didn't destroy my marriage you made me realise that your son never loved me and that's okay."

Instead of feeling relieved, Jeanine actually felt sad that her grandson would never know his father or acknowledge that he is a Levetté.

"You did what was best for your son and I would have probably done the same for Leo. I totally understand, it's a mother's instinct." Della seemed calm as these words left her lips. She had been disappointed all her life so this should faze her. If she couldn't be happy then atleast she could make others around her happy.

"You have changed so much Della." Jeanine looked at her suspiciously.

"Oh no really I just grew up. Andre and I were just young and infatuated we were convinced it was love." She sadly let out a laugh.

"My son loved you." Jeanine whispered to herself.

"It was a mistake honestly and you helped both of us to realise that, I hope he finds the right woman for him."

Jeanine was a bit taken aback by the way she was talking, she seemed so calm and unbothered. The old Della would have defended herself but this Della didn't seem to care about anything except her son.

        

Chapter 3 --  Trois.

"I heard everything." Andre sighed looking at his father who was also appalled by what his son had told him.

"I have a son with Della and mom was willing to keep him away from me." Andre looked at the view in his office that was on the twenty-sixth floor.

"What are you going to do then?" Benjamin Levetté asked.

"Della." was the only thing he muttered. He had not trusted her instead he listened to his mother and hurt her beyond all reason.

"You still love her?" Andre's father questioned.

"How could I not, Papa? She was my first love." He said in an exasperated sigh. He remembered how beautiful she looked on their wedding day. She wrote him the perfect vows that made the audience cry. Himself, he even felt as though his vows couldn't be compared to hers but he said them anyways she loved them. Their wedding night, she was a virgin and he took that from her. He became addicted to her, Andre loved Della so much. He found himself not wanting to leave for work every morning.

Della was perfect, she made him happy.

"What about your mother does she know that you know?" Ben asked curiously. He knew his wife had something to do with their tragic divorce. Jeanine was the type to do whatever she set her mind to even if it meant hurting the other person.

Determination drove her, Ben always told her that there is a difference between running a family and a fashion show... in family there is no competition but Jen always confused the two.

"I just want to win my family back, I will deal with mother later." Andre walked back to his huge mahogany desk.

"Della seemed different. I don't think she is the same girl who fell inlove with you."

"Papa, I am aware of that but I will get her back at all costs. She has to know, I made a mistake!"

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Della sat on the bench in the park, she had her off days every sartuday. After fetching Leo from his piano lessons they would sit in the park for a while watching the sun set. Della was so focused on the novel that she had been reading that she didn't realize someone had sat beside her. Leo had ran off playing with Mr. Griffins dog. She lived in the same apartment complex with the eighty year old man who spent his time playing chess at the park.

The cologne of the person who had sat beside her brought back alot of unwanted memories. She turned to look up from her book still wearing her reading glasses. She saw the man whom she had been avoiding ever since she gave birth to her little Leondre.

"Beautiful view, isn't it?" Andre muttered to the beautiful lady who looked beautiful in her long sun dress and sandals, her hair in wavy curls.

"Uhm it is." Della said standing up but before she could, Andre held her hand and sparks between them were unavoidable.

"I'm sorry but I was just about to leave." She looked at anywhere besides his piercing blue eyes.

"Della-" before Andre could finish his sentence, she stopped him.

"Andre please we are in public and you know how the press gets." She said almost as a whisper.

"I don't care about the press." He replied.

"You can't be seen with me." She added.

"Why because my mother will be angry that I found out what she did." He hissed.

"She is your mother, she was just doing what was best for you? Please let me go!" She sighed feeling defeated. The man she once loved was standing infront of her.

"And keeping my son away was what was best for me?" He said trying to find her eyes but she didn't want to look at him.

"He is not your son, I cheated..." she sighed. "With many different men, I don't even remember who Leo's father is! There's a very low chance of you being the father. I know my cycle and we didn't... we were always careful. Please don't waste your time or have high hopes."

"We both know that's not true." He pulled her close but she instantly pulled away.

"Andre please don't be mad at your mother, she loves you and she helped both of us realise that what we had was a mistake." Della explained, she didn't want to be the reason why Jeanine and her son's relationship would be ruined.

"How can you defend her after she ruined our marriage ?" He seemed shocked by every word that came from her luscious lips that he missed so much.

"She is your mother, she loves you and I'm just some girl who was a mistake child with alot of baggage. She knew that I wouldn't be good for you. This isn't worth it. Just stop please!" Della finally looked at him, he seemed hurt by her words.

"You were good for me." He caressed her cheek but she pulled away.

"Please Andre, don't do this." She pleaded pulling away from his grip.

"Do what?" He asked.

"Lie to me." She finished his sentence.

"I'm really content with what I have and I hope you find the right woman for you. I honestly mean this from the bottom of my heart and I'm not bitter about how everything played out. Just please leave me alone. I always told you this —us— was a bad idea." She removed her reading glasses and put them in her bag as well the novel, she had been reading.

"Mom mom mom-" Leo ran towards them.

"Yes, sweetie?" Della asked.

"Mr. Griffins said Fierdo is having puppies and when they are born, I can have one." Leo said out of breath.

"That's great, we can have a puppy." She hugged him.

"Hey Mister Andre you finally met my mom, isn't she beautiful." Leo said looking at the man who was supposedly his father but of-course he didn't know that.

"She really is." He smiled at Della but she looked away feeling very much uncomfortable.

"Do you want to take her on a date ?"

"Leo, no apologise right now! You don't say such things to strangers ." Della said awkwardly but Andre found this amusing.

"But mom I want you to know it's fine, I don't mind having a step father. I want you to be happy too." Leo said softly.

"But I'm happy with you." Della looked at her son who seemed to grew taller everyday. He was taller than everyone in his grade, people even assumed he was eight. Yes, he got his genes from the Levetté family. They were all tall.

"Fine, I'm sorry Mister Andre. That was rude of me." Leo said looking at the man whom he seemed to like alot.

"It's okay little man infact I would love to go on a date with your beautiful mother." He stole a glance at his ex-wife who only glared daggers at him.

"Mr. Andre, it was nice seeing you but we have to leave." She held her son's left hand.

"Yep, i have French class tomorrow. I wanted to take Spanish but mom says it's important I learned French." the boy explained.

"Well your mother is very clever, i speak French too." He answered.

"Really? You could help me with my homework sometime. My mom and I are always googling but you speak French." Leo said excitedly.

"Leo-" Della hissed.

"I don't mind, here is my card call me if you need anything."

Della just wanted to leave but before they walked away. Leo ran back and gave Andre a hug. It seemed to warm her heart but it didn't matter maybe Leo deserved to know who his father is. She was so lucky that he was a clever understanding kid.

        

Chapter

Chapter 4 -- Quatre.

He looked at her beautiful face as her eyes slammed closed when he thrust into her. She let out a moan cursing incoherent words. Her lips seemed so inviting, he pressed his lips on top of hers. He could never get used to the feeling of being inside her, from their wedding night ;he knew he was hooked. He loved her with his heart and soul. She was the woman of his dreams, Della was the woman whom he would spend the rest of his life with.

He gave her slow deep strokes continuously and she arched her back enjoying the feeling of her husband being deep inside her core. She loved him so much, he made her feel special every single day and night which is now. She opened her eyes and let out another moan while looking into his sparking ocean blue eyes. She let her hands hang loose around her husbands shoulders.

After an amazing time, they both reached their climax. "I love you so much chéri." Andre whispered as he put a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear. She blushed, she always felt shy, no matter how many times they had made love. "I want you forever ma moité" He whispered his warm breath tickling her neck. He felt like the luckiest man alive, from the day he laid his eyes upon her ; he knew right there and there she was the one.

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The sound of a knock on the door stirred him from his sleep. He opened his eyes and looked to his right only to see an empty space. "Stupid dreams." He hissed throwing the pillow off his King size bed. It was not the first time that he had a dream about his ex-wife but now it was just heart-rending or rather cheerless. The knock on the door reminded him of the reason why he had woken up from his dream... he thought he was over that phase of wetdreams.

"Señor, Breakfast is ready downstairs." Marta said on the other side of the door but her voice was quite audible inside the room even though, not so long ago. He had made sure the walls to his master bedroom were soundproof for various reasons. He remembered how Della laughed at his ludicrous idea at the time.

"Yes, bien Marta." He replied in his French accent. Andre just couldn't get her off his damn mind. The whole weekend, she was all he thought about. Having had that conversation with her on Friday, he felt sick at heart. He had a son named Leondre, he was a father. The thought made him smile even though things weren't in the right order at the moment, he knew he would have his family back in this very same house.

A part of him felt guilty as the water droplets fell on his blonde hair in the shower. He knew a part of him did not want to sell this house because there resided alot of memories. Della had choosen this mansion because she loved the huge maze garden in the backyard. Andre remembered the event that happened when he slapped his wife hard until she hit the floor. He was so angry, he couldn't control it. Jeanine had specifically told her to leave and never come back but she did and it ended with her earning a hard slap from her husband. This was something he had wanted to forget, guilt ate him inside now knowing that at that very moment she was pregnant with their son. 

"Andre, i need to tell you aomething please just give me a few minutes." Della said tears streaming down her cheeks. She still laid on the tiled floor where she had landed when Andre hit her coldly.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. JUST SHUT IT, I TOLD YOU I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU ANYWHERE NEAR ME EVER AGAIN YOU CHEATING WHORE OR PERRA PENDEJA WHATEVER YOU LATINAS CALL IT. YOUR FATHER KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING WHEN HE LEFT BECAUSE YOU ARE A DAMN CURSE. NO WONDER YOUR MOTHER DOESN'T EVEN WANT YOU AROUND. I'M SO DISGUSTED TO HAVE FELL FOR A CUNNING WOMEN LIKE YOU. DELLA YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN MAYBE YOU WOULD HAVE DONE US ALL A FAVOUR. YOU WERE A MISTAKE."

After those words, Della picked herself up. Tears running down her cheeks like Niagara Falls or rather Victoria Falls ; they just kept coming. Andre was glad she was leaving finally although a part of him felt heart sickened.

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He had not realised how long he had been standing in the shower emotionless reminiscing the past event that happened seven years ago. He remembered every word he had said to her and he couldn't help but grow strong hatred for his mother. 

This was all her fault, six years of unhappiness were her fault. His son growing up without a father was her fault. Breaking Della's heart was her fault. He didn't even understand whether it was water droplets or his tears on his cheeks. The stubble was visible, he needed to shave. He hated shaving ever since Della left ;this  was something they used to do together. She didn't mind helping him shave and giving him kisses on the tiny cuts right after.

After the divorce he was a wreck. His beard grew distasteful giving the press something to write about about. 

He stopped caring about his image from there on. He could only imagine how much worse it had been for Della...

Pregnant and Divorced.