**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