Chapter # 80

Upstairs, to forget the confrontation I had with Denzel, I decided to get my boys ready today myself.

“Mama, is he really our father?” Matthew asked innocently.

To their question, everything that just happened flashed before my eyes and I found myself so weak and quiet temporarily.

Staring into the abyss as to speak a simple ‘yes’ was too hard.

Our illicit bond, me being forced to marry Kyle, the torment, distances and when I thought we became one.

He created unrestorable distances between us.

“He keeps saying he is. He ordered a pizza for us too and helped me with our homework and put us to sleep,”

Anthony smiled, setting his tie before returning with a grin that dried my throat to anticipate that I would go back to the hell I ran from.

“I don’t think he is bad, is he?”

“Yes… he is your… father,”

Exhaling, not wanting to hear them discussing it further but they seemed pleased to hear it, with glowing faces, Anthony asked.

“Is he down stairs?”

“Yes,”

The second they heard it, t