KendrickNews reached me that Mickey was getting her hands stained with dirty secrets. I never expected her to be this relentless. Mickey was supposed to be like her father. She was smart, yes, but cautious.She was a woman content to stay within the safe confines of her boutique and was too wary of danger to poke at things better left buried.But here she was, tearing through shadows. I had spent years carefully hiding that secret from her. Right from when she was still my wife, till now that we are divorced. Yes. My parents were the ones responsible for the death of her parents and I still had the guts to put a baby in her and shatter her heart into pieces. I was still nursing my wounds from when she rejected me and lied about me to her daughter and now, this? I didn't care this time. I had to see her unannounced. I was in front of her boutique and I watched her from the window of my car as she stood outside her boutique, talking animatedly with a man that I had no idea who he w
MickeyThe audacity that some men had needed to be studied as a full course in school. Kendrick was one of those men that needed to be studied. Seeing him again some days back, only made my heart ache. I was beginning to heal and forget everything about him until what happened, happened and he was in front of me. How pathetic. “But what if Kendrick still loved me? What if he was serious about still being in love with me? What if he just wanted me to forgive him and he had truly repented?” The questions went through my mind like a running chaos and I had no other option but to shut it out. I am done with Kendrick. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Derrick asked and I was pulled out from my thoughts. “oh, yes. I'm sorry. I was just thinking. Let's continue,” I said and Derrick stared at me as if I had gone insane.The files sat on the table between us, it was a damning pile of aged documents, faded photographs, and scrawled letters that felt scary. My hands trembled as I flipped throu
MickeyI heard some slow, hesitant knocks on my door that made me get up and leave what I was doing. The knock on my door was almost timid, like the person on the other side was not sure they should be there.I took a while before opening the door for the supposed visitor and I took a quick glance at the clock on the wall. It was late. I mean, it was too late for casual visitors to come to visit me. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a face I had not seen for a long time. Kiara. “What the hell are you doing at my house?” I yelled as bad memories began to flood into my mind again. She was the last person I wanted to see at this time. Kiara, the lady who stole Kendrick away from me and opened her legs for him so that he could put a baby inside. “I know that you don't expect me to be here…but..”“But, what? Listen, I think you missed your way,” I said almost shutting the door against her but she held the door firmly, stopping me from shutting it. For a second, my eyes just r
MickeyThe day went by quickly and it truly felt like a calm after a heavy storm. For the first time in years, I could breathe freely, unburdened by anything going on around me. The authorities had moved swiftly after receiving our evidence, and the Kendrick’s were finally being held accountable for the death of my parents. This was not enough revenge for me but it was a start. Let them have a taste of their own medicine. Today was about moving forward, about honoring my parents in the way they deserved. Because as it seems, they were finally getting the justice that they deserved. I stood in front of my new boutique with the sign above the door. "The Darwins." I traced the carved letters with my eyes and my chest tightened with a mix of pride and bittersweet joy. Their names. Those were my parents’ names.“You are going to cry, aren’t you?” Derrick teased from behind me. His warm voice came in, making my heart sink. I turned to look at him, blinking rapidly to keep the tears
Kendrick“You can do a fucking DNA all you want, Kendrick. I don't care and I don't give a damn!” “Oh, you are pushing me to the wall, Kiara? Aren't you?” “Of course, I am. You don't trust me. You just come up and decide to have a DNA test? Didn't you fuck me? Didn't you get me pregnant? Why are all of these changing? Why do you now doubt that I'm the mother of your child?” she questioned and that was the last conversation we had before I found myself in the hospital. ***I hated the smell of hospitals but Kiara pushed me this far. The sterile scent of the doctor’s office clung to the air and it was heavy and suffocating. I sat rigidly in the chair with my hands gripping the armrests so tightly that my knuckles were beginning to turn white. Across from me, the doctor adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kendrick, but the test results are conclusive. Cassie is not biologically your daughter.”I shot out of my chair, letting out a low growl at first. “You
Mickey's POV“... Are you certain?” I asked, my heart slamming against my chest in quick succession.“Yes, Mickey, you’re pregnant, four months to be precise.” Doctor Lohan said, passing the test result to me.“Oh, goodness, thank you so much!” With my hands over my mouth, I squirmed on my seat, shifting from one edge to the other in excitement.It had been five years since I got married to Kendrick, yet, there was no seed to show for it. To make matters worse, our marriage was loveless and was already hitting the rocks.With tears streaming down my face, I said, “Our baby is going to save our marriage.”“Don't forget to visit the hospital regularly, you need to attend antenatal care to ensure your health and that of your baby.”“Yes, I will.” Grabbing my purse off the table, I slung it over my shoulder and with my heart bubbling with joy, I made my way out of his office.Now seated behind the steering wheel of my car, I pushed my hand into my hair as a little laugh erupted from my li
Mickey's POV“Kendrick!” I yelled, amidst the mocking laughter he and Kiara shared.“I will call the lawyer to hasten the process so we can get this done with.” He said without a hint of emotion in his voice, and holding Kiara by her waist, he steered her towards the telephone.The conversation was swift but with each word that spewed out of his lips, I saw my life shattering in front of me.Even the baby couldn't save our marriage and sobbing uncontrollably, I began to tug my hair as I hit my chest.Though this wasn't my first betrayal, but this was the first that shattered me to this point and it was definitely going to remain stamped in my memory.Never for once had I imagined that Kiara of all people was going to betray me and she was unapologetic about it.“My lawyer will fax in the papers soon, get ready to sign it.” Kendrick broke into my line of thoughts, only to return his attention to Kiara, who had her head against his chest.While all these went on, I kept begging, hoping
Kendrick’s POVFive years later…“Please calm down, I will handle this as soon as possible,” I rapped, tugging my hair with my phone placed against my ear.At the moment, I was speaking with one of our foreign investors who had just made a call based on the rumors flying around.Our cosmetics products had been tagged fake by a customer, and now we were facing a public backlash.“It’s been three weeks already, yet you haven't done a thing.” Mr. Hyde replied.“Please give me a little more time, I will fix it.” He didn't allow me to coax him further before he hung up on me.With a frustrated look on my face, I plopped on my chair with a thud, swirling around in a bid to relieve myself of the anger that I felt, but it was to no avail.Still trying to get a hang of my current predicament, my door caved in, and Alfred, my assistant, walked in, clutching his iPad.“Sir, the team has rectified the issue.” He said; my eyes lit up, and I grabbed the edge of the table and stood.“I'm glad to hea
Kendrick“You can do a fucking DNA all you want, Kendrick. I don't care and I don't give a damn!” “Oh, you are pushing me to the wall, Kiara? Aren't you?” “Of course, I am. You don't trust me. You just come up and decide to have a DNA test? Didn't you fuck me? Didn't you get me pregnant? Why are all of these changing? Why do you now doubt that I'm the mother of your child?” she questioned and that was the last conversation we had before I found myself in the hospital. ***I hated the smell of hospitals but Kiara pushed me this far. The sterile scent of the doctor’s office clung to the air and it was heavy and suffocating. I sat rigidly in the chair with my hands gripping the armrests so tightly that my knuckles were beginning to turn white. Across from me, the doctor adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kendrick, but the test results are conclusive. Cassie is not biologically your daughter.”I shot out of my chair, letting out a low growl at first. “You
MickeyThe day went by quickly and it truly felt like a calm after a heavy storm. For the first time in years, I could breathe freely, unburdened by anything going on around me. The authorities had moved swiftly after receiving our evidence, and the Kendrick’s were finally being held accountable for the death of my parents. This was not enough revenge for me but it was a start. Let them have a taste of their own medicine. Today was about moving forward, about honoring my parents in the way they deserved. Because as it seems, they were finally getting the justice that they deserved. I stood in front of my new boutique with the sign above the door. "The Darwins." I traced the carved letters with my eyes and my chest tightened with a mix of pride and bittersweet joy. Their names. Those were my parents’ names.“You are going to cry, aren’t you?” Derrick teased from behind me. His warm voice came in, making my heart sink. I turned to look at him, blinking rapidly to keep the tears
MickeyI heard some slow, hesitant knocks on my door that made me get up and leave what I was doing. The knock on my door was almost timid, like the person on the other side was not sure they should be there.I took a while before opening the door for the supposed visitor and I took a quick glance at the clock on the wall. It was late. I mean, it was too late for casual visitors to come to visit me. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a face I had not seen for a long time. Kiara. “What the hell are you doing at my house?” I yelled as bad memories began to flood into my mind again. She was the last person I wanted to see at this time. Kiara, the lady who stole Kendrick away from me and opened her legs for him so that he could put a baby inside. “I know that you don't expect me to be here…but..”“But, what? Listen, I think you missed your way,” I said almost shutting the door against her but she held the door firmly, stopping me from shutting it. For a second, my eyes just r
MickeyThe audacity that some men had needed to be studied as a full course in school. Kendrick was one of those men that needed to be studied. Seeing him again some days back, only made my heart ache. I was beginning to heal and forget everything about him until what happened, happened and he was in front of me. How pathetic. “But what if Kendrick still loved me? What if he was serious about still being in love with me? What if he just wanted me to forgive him and he had truly repented?” The questions went through my mind like a running chaos and I had no other option but to shut it out. I am done with Kendrick. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Derrick asked and I was pulled out from my thoughts. “oh, yes. I'm sorry. I was just thinking. Let's continue,” I said and Derrick stared at me as if I had gone insane.The files sat on the table between us, it was a damning pile of aged documents, faded photographs, and scrawled letters that felt scary. My hands trembled as I flipped throu
KendrickNews reached me that Mickey was getting her hands stained with dirty secrets. I never expected her to be this relentless. Mickey was supposed to be like her father. She was smart, yes, but cautious.She was a woman content to stay within the safe confines of her boutique and was too wary of danger to poke at things better left buried.But here she was, tearing through shadows. I had spent years carefully hiding that secret from her. Right from when she was still my wife, till now that we are divorced. Yes. My parents were the ones responsible for the death of her parents and I still had the guts to put a baby in her and shatter her heart into pieces. I was still nursing my wounds from when she rejected me and lied about me to her daughter and now, this? I didn't care this time. I had to see her unannounced. I was in front of her boutique and I watched her from the window of my car as she stood outside her boutique, talking animatedly with a man that I had no idea who he w
MickeyThe wave of unrest I had felt in the last couple of days was enough to make me go nuts. Right now, I was in a quiet cafe where you can't dare to talk loudly. If you do, the eyes of everyone would be on you.I stirred at my tea absentmindedly and my mind wandered to different places as I waited for him to arrive. My hands were clammy despite the cool breeze coming in through the open window.Across from me, Derrick sat with his arms crossed and with him, I felt different. I don't know if he knew how I felt about him but most times, I wish he would never leave my sight even for a second. And trust me, he was doing just that without me mentioning it to him. Derrick had not left my side since I told him about the note.He was not saying much, but his watchful eyes scanned every corner of the room, as if expecting danger to leap out of the shadows.“He will come,” Derrick assured me, breaking the silence. “I know,” I murmured.But did I really know? The truth was, I didn’t know
Mickey“An envelope? I was not expecting anything from anyone,” I thought within me as my eyes rested on the envelope laying in front of me. The envelope was plain and completely out of place on the counter at my boutique. It had no return address, just my name scribbled in an unfamiliar handwriting that felt both unfamiliar and vaguely familiar at the same time.I took a deep breath as my fingers hovered over the envelope. I didn't know what to do and something about it felt off. “What am I going to do with you now? Fling you into the thrash?” I asked no one in particular as curiosity began to rise inside of me. I wanted to know what was in it and why it was here in the first place. Sliding my nail under the seal or the envelope, I opened it carefully. Inside the envelope were black and white photographs. They were so old and faded at the edges. My heart skipped as I recognized the faces in the photographs.There were that of my parents and they had a large smile on their fac
Mickey“Is he the one?” Eleanor's question rang in my ears and I was shocked. First, I didn't expect us to be getting close. Second, she followed me back to the city. “I don't know what you mean by that, Eleanor. Did I tell you that I have found the one?” I asked her and she hit me playfully. “I'm sorry. It's just that the way you look at him makes me think that way. I thought you might have taken my advice and found a guy to go fuck the hell out of you,” she blurted out and I almost shut her mouth with my hands.“Shhhh! We are in public, Eleanor. Stop talking that way,” I said, taking a quick look at my surroundings to confirm if anyone heard me. Thankfully, everyone in here was going around and minding their own business. “What are you ashamed of? People have sex everyday,” she protested and I walked briskly away from her while she kept pleading with me to wait for her. I adjusted the scarf around my neck and glanced at Derrick, who was now walking beside meAlongside Eleanor,
Derrick“Get in the car!” I found myself ordering my son after I could no longer bear what I was feeling inside of me.I could not count the number of times that I had called Mickey and she told me that she was out of town. Out of town? Babe. I have missed you for days. I am dying to see your face. I am..I paused. I didn't tell her this and I struggled to keep it to myself. The number of times that I had called to check up on her was enough to tell her that I was not doing great without her by my side. Was I over thinking things? Or was I doing too much by seeing her as my future wife when she didn't look like she had feelings for me? It was crazy but I didn't mind. Good things take time. ***The drive to the seaside town was longer than I anticipated, but Tom was a good distraction.He kept up a steady stream of conversation, talking about everything from his latest gaming obsession to his classmates who he played with in school. All children's talk. I barely had anything to c