**Kyle's POV**“Mrs. Diana…” she trailed off. “Kyle, you know nothing of what's going on, and I would really appreciate it if you can listen to what I'm about to tell you.”“This is why I came here in the first place, so shoot!”The lady took a deep breath and continued. “Like you must have seen in the video, I used to be your father's mistress. Now I know you'll judge me for it, and I agree I was greedy and didn't know how to treat myself better. But you see, coming from a background where love is scarce, finding someone like Dortmund was like a dream come true. He showed me just how I could have been loved, and I couldn't help falling helplessly in love with him.”I gritted my teeth in anger, hearing this from the lady. Looking at her, I noticed tears dripping from the corners of her eyes as she explained. “When I got pregnant, I had thought Dortmund would be happy and love me more, but that didn't happen. He spent money on me for sure, but I had no idea that those monies he spent
**Kyle's POV**As soon as we arrived at the hospital premises, I reached for the car door, but Devon immediately called to my attention, “Kyle, what the hell is going on? You can talk to me, you know that, right?”I looked at him, but whatever I had to say struck in my throat. I can't bring myself to explain anything to him at this moment. I was barely holding on. “It's okay. You don't need to explain things to me yet. But I want you to know that you cannot lose yourself to anger. Please, you must not make another mistake.”"Trust me, there shall be no mistakes from now on.”Just as I was about to get down, I remembered the envelope which I had left in the back seat of Devon's car and I quickly retrieved it. “I'll let you know once I'm done inside.”“Alright, I'll be waiting.”As soon as I entered the room, I saw my dad resting on the bed with his hand on his chest. The minute he heard the door, he turned his gaze towards me and struggled to sit up straight. “Son, you're here. I wa
**Fancy's POV***Being bedridden was the list I deserve. I laid in bed, feeling sick for the past three days now. I couldn't even raise my gaze up because my eyelids have become too tired for me to do so. A knock on the door distracted me and I slowly dragged my lazy eyelids to the door but could not speak. The door slowly pushed open, and my dad showed up. “Fancy, goodness! I have been ringing the doorbell for some minutes now. If I hadn't known the code to your apartment I'm sure I would still be outside by now.” He complained, but I couldn't even bring myself up to apologize for not being able to answer him. “My love, don't you think it's time for you to get out of bed? Your mom came to me, telling me how you've refused to leave the bed or let go of his picture.” My dad strode towards me and sat on the chair next to my bed. “Fancy, I know it's difficult to hold up. Trust me, I'm dying in silence. I wake up each day waiting for him to knock on my door but…” my dad trailed off w
**Kyle's POV***For the past one week after I found out what my father did, I have never had a moment of peace. It was so bad that I saw Jacob in my dream, but they were all memories of when we were together. Whenever I wake up, I cry and scream until I become sick. I've become a shadow of myself. I rarely ever left my bed not to talk about leaving the hotel room. Each day, room service serves me meals, but I never got a taste of anything called food. My only companion was alcohol. I became a drunk in just a month. I didn't just get tormented by the death of Jacob; I got tormented by the memories of me and Fancy. I wonder how she's doing now? Some nights I drive to her new home and just stare at her window until the lights are turned off. I've never seen her leave her house and I wonder if she's suffering from the death of her brother, and if she blames me. She has every reason to blame me. If she hadn't given her heart to me, then all of this wouldn't have happened. She must be b
**Kyle's POV**I pondered about what Mr. Devon advised all night, and then I realized that what he said was the best thing to do. There's no way I'll be able to rest without asking forgiveness. I'm the villain here and if I must make things right. I've decided to pay for my crimes.The next morning, I made preparations and headed to Mrs. Diana's house using Mr. Devon's truck. I still haven't gone home, and this isn't because I feared the authorities, but because I have so many memories of Fancy at my place. Not only that, Mr. Devon wouldn't let me leave since he believes I might go suicidal again. I can't vouch for myself either, because I know that I'm not stable.Getting to Mrs. Diana's apartment, I looked at the time through my wristwatch which says, 5pm. It was evening, and I saw her car parked outside her garage. What I don't know is if she's home alone. I can't tell if I would have the fortitude to stand in front of her, especially if there were more people in the house, like F
**Fancy's POV**Getting to the hospital, I was so sure what the diagnosis would be. I have refused to sleep or eat properly for days now. What do I expect if not malnutrition? I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Just as I had said earlier, I'm the only one left, and the last thing I ever want to do is to make my parents worry about me. I met the doctor shortly after the test was done. I was asked if I wanted the result some other day or immediately. I can't afford to wait for another day. I need to take good care of my health. This way, I'll be able to care for my parents. I sat in the doctor's office, waiting for my diagnosis, even though I do not know what that'll be. Some minutes later, the doctor walked into the office carrying an envelope. “Doctor, I'm glad you're back. What am I suffering from?” I asked at once. “You've been skipping meals, haven't you?”I shut my eyes and huffed. I should have known. “I know my diagnosis. What supplements do you suggest I take?” The doc
**Fancy's POV***# Five Years later“Miss Fancy, you look so good. Why don't you star for one of these magazines? I'm sure they'll be glad to have you,” Tina said, with a smile. “There you go again. I prefer working as a designer, rather than working as a model.”“I know that's what you prefer, but that doesn't mean you won't become popular once more if you decide to take on your career again. You have no idea how my friends marvel whenever they see you.”“Tina, can you stop talking about my past? I bet you, no one remembers I was a one-time celebrity. It's just you and your friends,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “Miss Fancy, why do you seem on edge whenever your career is mentioned? Do you despise who you are that much?”“I don't despise who I was. Tina, it's been five years now, and I'm sure you heard about how I suddenly stopped being a model in New York.”“But that was a long time ago. By the way, you became pretty famous back in Mexico. Why didn't you continue?”“Tina, can we
**Fancy's POV**Just as I came out of the principal's office, the closing bell rang. While waiting for my boy, I couldn't help but worry about what the future would be. Was it wrong for me to want to give my boy the best education? My son has been a smart kid since he was a year old. He did things kids his age couldn't do. He began walking at seven months and pronounced words clearly in a year. Everything about Nathan was early, and I was called the mother of a genius. Nathan made me a proud mom even though we had nothing to our names. “Mom!” The sharp voice of my son immediately snapped me off my deep thoughts. I quickly raised my head up and saw him running towards me. Immediately, I crouched down to his level with my arms open wide. The moment he rushed into them, I whisked him up into my arms. “My love… I missed you!” I said, twirling him around. Nathan giggled in my arms as I placed soft kisses on his forehead. “I missed you, mom!” He said, holding me tight. I felt so ove
**Fancy's POV***Just as I exclaimed, he came out of the kitchen, wearing an apron, and carrying a tray containing food. I was shocked to see this.“Hi! Glad you're back. Please have a seat,” he said, placing the tray on top of the dining table. I couldn't believe my eyes, and this was because it was a rare sight, seeing Kyle in an apron making dinner. I have known him to always order a take out. If my guess is right, the only time I've seen him serve breakfast in bed was the morning after our first sex. He wasn't wearing an apron then, so this looks like a different level entirely. “Mom, take a seat already,” Nathan urged and only then did I realize I have been standing in one spot and staring at him with eyes wide open in surprise. I slowly walked over to the seat next to Nathan and sat down. Kyle served Tamales for dinner and the aroma undeniably made my mouth water. Nathan was the first to take a bite and he exclaimed, “Hmm this is delicious!” he said, licking his lips with e
**Fancy's POV***As soon as I left Kyle's car, I took a taxi to the hospital to sew my dad. Since it was morning I'm sure my mom was there too. Just as I had thought, the moment I opened the door to my dad's room I was shocked to see my mom there just as I had expected. “My goodness! Fancy, you didn't let us know you were coming.”My mom said, staring at me with surprise. “I'm sorry mom. I know I should have informed you but I wanted to surprise you,” I said with a smile but realized I wasn't even carrying a flower, since I was coming to see my dad. “I'm so sorry dad. This is indeed my bad. I should have brought you some flowers.”“Oh come on, honey. You're all the flowers I ever needed. I'm glad you came to see me.” My dad said with a smile. Just then, I noticed him looking behind me. “What about my grandson? It's been a long time since I last saw him.”“Oh, about Nathan… He's actually in school, dad.”“That's good.”My dad said with satisfaction. “Fancy, may I have a word wit
**Fancy's POV**I creased my brow, wondering what the maid wants at this time of the night. I strolled to the door without asking if it was Ophelia or someone else. I quickly opened the door while adjusting my robe from my shoulders, but I instantly went pale when I saw Kyle at the door. I froze where I stood with my gaze up at him. “What do you want!”“Please don't sound this way. I only wanted to speak with you.”“About?” I asked with a creased brow. “I wished to know if you found the place adjustable.”I heaved a deep sigh and slowly came out of my room. “Well, I'm sorry you already know how I feel about this place.” I said, walking ahead of him at a slow pace. “I actually have no idea. That's why I'm asking,” he replied behind me. I quickly paused and turned around to face him. “Kyle, stop trying to win favors with me. Who you should actually care about is our son, not me. Don't think because I'm here with you, I've completely forgotten what you did!”He went silent for a wh
**Fancy's POV**After touching my face, I looked in the mirror and let out a low gasp. My face had changed and looked healthy. At this point, while staring at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help the tears that dripped from my eyes. I wished things were better. I wished all the things I suffered were just a long nightmare.But if they should be nightmares, doesn't mean Nathan wouldn't be real? The mere thought alone made me shake my head at once. I've lived with Nathan for so long, and living in a world without him would be torture. So, at the end of the day, I have to stick with the bitter truth that Kyle and I have a bad blood that can never be reconciled. Though I truly hope that things could change. After dressing up, I decided to go down for breakfast. Just as I descended the stairs I spotted the dinning being prepared by Ophelia. But something else caught my eyes that made me freeze for a few moments. I was shocked to see Kyle and Nathan all seated quietly on the dini
**Fancy's POV***I can't believe I had slept until it was 8pm, and I only had to wake up when I heard a loud knock on the door. I slowly stood up from bed and went to get the door. To my surprise, it was the laid, Ophelia, who helped me transport my luggage back to the room I realized I was originally given. When I found out that it was necessarily Kyle who wanted that, I couldn't help but bad mouth him for what he didn't do. I heaved a long deep sigh after my luggage was transported back to my own room. Now I at least have a space of my own to avoid bumping into him because it's definitely not something I want to be doing in the coming times. The day went on smoothly. After dinner, Nathan decided he preferred to watch his favorite night sports before going to bed. I had wanted to refuse him like I did back at home, but then I somehow felt guilty that doing that in his dad's house was me trying to take away the privilege of him being in his father's house. I mean, who am I to tell
***Kyle's POV***After the business meeting, Ai just couldn't wait to get home. Though Ray had told me earlier that they had successfully settled in the house. But then, I was still a little worried, especially with Fancy. I wonder if she's okay with the villa or if she despises it as much as she despises me. “Mr. Kyle, we are pleased the meeting is finally over,” Mr. Sheriff announced as he stretched out his hand for a handshake. “I'm glad it's over as well. Now we can all go home and have some rest.”“You're right. My son's birthday is tomorrow. I need to take the earliest flight back to Mexico.” Sheriff stated. When he mentioned, son, I couldn't help but think about Nathan. I wonder what day Nathan was born. The only person who can actually give me these details is no one else but Fancy. But then I wonder if she'll tell me. She seemed to hate me with so much passion and I understand why, though. After bidding farewell to my colleague, I went to my hotel room. Before leaving, I
***Fancy's POV***I didn't realize just how tired I was until I heard someone say, “We are finally here, ma'am.” I wasn't a deep sleeper, so it was easy for me to hear whatever was said in my sleep. I sharply opened my eyes, only to see Ray staring back at me from the front seat. “Ma'am, we are finally at the Villa now.”“Oh, I dozed off,” I was explaining, but Ray shook his head. “It is highly understandable, considering the journey is quite far.”I slowly took my head downwards only to realize that I wasn't actually the only one who slept, but Nathan as well. After asking all the questions in the world, he finally fell asleep. Wonderful! “May I help you with him?” Ray offered, but I whiffled my head. There's no need for that, Ray. Don't let our matters affect you.” He quickly got the door, and I carried Nathan on my shoulder as I came out of the car. But what I met made me freeze at the spot where I stood. Never in my wildest dream did I ever think this is Kyle's Villa. My goodnes
**"Fancy's POV***Just as I took Nathan into the house, I was shocked to see my mom in the living rooms carrying a confused expression. "Fancy, whose car was that, dropping you off outside our apartment?” If I told my mom about it, she'll surely go ballistic. But if I don't tell her about it, she'll become curious and suspect that I'm beginning to hide things from her. I don't want any of that and so the only way out for me is to tell her what she wants to hear. "Mom, give me some time to get Nathan ready for bed, I'll explaine everything to you.""Alright honey. Have a good night's sleep my darling." My mom said to Nathan and he quickly rushed towards her and kissed her on the cheeks. "Goodnight, grandma..." Nathan said climbing up the stairs in excitement. "My goodness! What could have made Nathan this happy, I wonder?"I know my mom is confused about today's happenings because I never told her anything from the very start. I wonder how she would feel after I tell her now. After
***Kyle's POV***This was like a blessing in disguise. If I had known Nathan would act this way just so me and his mom could be together, I would have tried my best to plan something up with my son. He didn't have to go into hiding this way. At this point, I wouldn't deny the fact that my son is more courageous and bold than I was when it comes to fighting for the things we want. Ordinarily, I know Fancy would rather die than agree to be with me for the sake of Ethan but at this point, I wonder if she would still feel the same way. This was because, earlier when I saw her crying over Nathan, I knew she loved him more than life itself. And honestly this made me feel less of myself. I thought that I didn't deserve to be called a father at all. Fancy's love for our son seems to supersede whatever affection I have for him. But then, I will not discredit myself by saying I do not care for my son much. Seeing him cry broke my heart. "What do you want to say?” Fancy asked impatiently but