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 I would be given a second chance, but that wasn't the case.
Amidst all these, my phone began to buzz and at once I pulled it out of my purse to receive the call.
It was from Doctor Lohan.
Wondering what he wanted to say to me, I quickly received the call and initiated the conversation.
“You need to come to the hospital quickly,” he said with a tone of urgency.
What could be the matter?
Biting my lower lips, my eyes darted in an attempt to speak, but words refused to form.
“Mickey, are you there? You need to come see your parents, they had requested to meet with you.” His urgent tone was getting on my nerves, but I couldn't react to it.
“They were involved in an accident, their chances of survival are slim, you need to come over…”
Unable to listen anymore, my body reacted on its own. Immediately, I sprung to my feet and then dashed out.
'... Their chances of survival are slim.' I kept repeating these words in my head as I navigated in between cars, all in haste to get to the hospital.
On arrival, I immediately stuttered out and as soon as Doctor Lohan saw me, he rushed to my side. I halted my movement.
Impatient, I yelled, “I want to see my parents.”
“Calm down, Mickey, calm down, okay.” All his efforts to calm me down all proved futile as I wasn't interested in anything he had to say to me.
My parents were my only family left, my topmost priority. I don't think I can ever continue to live without them.
“They passed on about ten minutes ago.” He said, after a long pause, peering at his watch before returning his attention to me.
I went still for a moment, as life began to seep from me, my legs wobbled, as they couldn't hold me up anymore.
Just in time before I could slump, Doctor Lohan caught me.
“You need to calm down.” He said, trying to comfort me. “Everything will be fine.” His words fell to the ground as I began to thrash about.
Oblivious of the looks I was receiving from passersby, I kept thrashing about, yelling at the top of my voice too.
“No, my parents couldn't possibly be dead, you have to do something.” I yelled, hitting my chest hard, it was so painful. Very painful.
“My parents are not dead. I saw them last weekend, we had the whole day to ourselves," stuttering, I added with tears pooling from my eyes. "I mean, they were literally full of life, so, there is no way they can be dead now.” I cried, the volume of my wails, increasing.
The time passed by in a blur, still in shock, I was led to the morgue to see my parents who were lying side by side on the table.
Breaking past the restrictions, I rushed to their side, as another outburst of tears began.
“Mum… it's me, Mickey.” I kept shaking her for a while before I began to do the same to dad, but there was not a single life in them.
“Please…” All my pleas fell on deaf ears as they remained static.
“That's enough now! Let’s go!” Teddy's voice rang in my ear and at once I rushed to him, engulfing him in a hug as tears rolled down my cheeks in torrents.
“They are dead, Terry,” I cried.
“Get a grip on yourself.” He said, patting my shoulder as he used the back of his palm to wipe my face clean.
“Mickey, you have to come with me.” Doctor Lohan said, and at once I turned in his direction with Teddy trailing behind.
“Where is Kendrick?” His words did nothing but to remind me of my current predicament.
Foremost, an orphan and now a soon-to-be divorcee.
“I hope he changes his mind.” I muttered, piquing Teddy’s attention.
“Change his mind?” He asked. Unable to bear the burden anymore, I didn't think twice before telling him everything that had ensued.
The look on his face was palpable and I was certain that if he was given a chance, he wouldn't think twice before going for Kendrick.
“Where is your husband? He ought to be here.” Doctor Lohan said, bringing out some documents for me to sign.
Stepping forward, Teddy flashed him a smile, “I will stand in his place, he is not in town.”
Doctor Lohan cast me a glance as he awaited my approval, which I consented, without thinking twice.
Telling him about my current state was going to attract unnecessary pity, which I don't want.
After signing the documents, Teddy led me to the corridor and then helped me sit on one of the empty chairs.
With his hand still on my shoulder, he said, “Don't stress it, okay, you will be fine.” He began to rub my back in an aid to soothe me.
“I don't deserve this, do I?” I muttered, peering at him.
“Of course not! And don't you ever blame yourself for anything.” He chided, his hand still resting on my shoulder.
Just then, my eyes fell on Kendrick and Kiara making their way in our direction.
“I told you, didn't I?” Kiara said, clinging to Kendrick. Teddy was about to hit her, but I was quick to intervene.
Shifting my gaze to Kendrick, I parted my lips to speak, only for me to hear him to say, “I came with the documents, you should sign them now.”
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
Mickey's POVClicking glasses with my staff, I had a bright smile on my face as my heart bubbled with joy.My company had just completed a fashion event that earned us the fifth spot in the whole country. It was worth celebrating.“We are just getting started; get ready for more groundbreaking records,” I said at the top of my voice, and my words were reciprocated with cheers from my staff.My fashion industry was just two years old, yet I had been able to make a name for myself. It was never all my efforts alone; it all spanned down to the support that I received from my staff and, most especially, Lugia Dimitri, my sponsor and savior.After my divorce from Kendrick five years ago, the first thought that came to my mind was to terminate my life and that of the child growing inside of me, but fate had a different plan.Just when I was about to jump off the cliff, a stranger held me from behind, giving me a second chance at life.Those few minutes which we had spoken were forever going
Mickey's POVStumbling backwards, I got a grip on the ground before I slowly raised my head.“I'm sorry…” The rest of my words died in my throat as I locked eyes with the pair of gray eyes I hadn't gotten to see in five years.Kendrick Killian!Wiping the beads of perspiration that had gathered on my forehead, I tried to take my gaze off him, but I couldn't, just like I couldn't move my feet, which were glued to the ground.“Mickey,” Kendrick called.Quickly burying my head, I said, “I’m sorry, I should have been more careful.” I ratted out as I turned to leave but he blocked my path.My second attempt was futile, causing me to lock eyes with him, a frown on my face.“What do you want from me?” I said in a whisper when, in the real sense, I wanted to scream my lungs out.“We need to talk.” The words glided from his tongue, causing me to clench my fist by my side.“I have nothing to say to you.” He huffed. He was about to block my path again when Teddy walked up to us and, with his han
Kendrick's POVIt looked like I was dreaming, but I wasn't. Instead, it was reality.If told I was going to run into Mickey someday, I wouldn't have believed it a bit.“And she hasn't lost her touch; rather, she is radiating,” I muttered, only to shake my head sideways, trying to get the thoughts about her off.I was supposed to be mad at her for acting as a bridge between me and my inheritance but here I was, drooling over her shamelessly.Digging my hand into my hair, I pulled out my laptop only to turn it off the next second.Through the intervention of my father's lawyers, whom he quickly withdrew from the case, I was able to silence the consumer who wanted to wreck my business.Even after doing this, my company was still struggling, making me lose interest in work.Now drumming my fingers against the table, I had my gaze fixated on Cassie's picture on my table.Apart from her, I had no reason to keep struggling with work. I would have quit a long time ago.Kiara was nothing but a
Mickey“I will be there in a second,” I responded, tucking my phone into my bag. My heart kept pounding inside of me as my silver heels made a soft sound on the floor of the room. I had just arrived at the high profile event that I had been invited to. The room was buzzing with so much life and there was some soft melodious music playing in the background. “A live orchestra band!” I almost blurted out. It was rare to see a love orchestra band in a business event. I guessed this was somehow different from all other events that I had been opportuned to attend. I adjusted the strap of my black silk gown and I wore a polite smile on my face so that I won't scare off people who crossed my path. My chest tightened but I forced myself to focus on the present and not what had been going on in my life all these while. Tonight was about making connections, I had promised myself. I need to prove that I, Mickey, was more than her past. Allowing my past to hold me down will make me sink in
Mickey“Damn it!”I almost grabbed a glass close to me, preparing to smash it into the wall. Then I remembered that my daughter was here with me. What have I done to deserve this kind of embarrassment that I was getting? I wanted to send a message to my assistant, but what was I going to tell her?The only thing that I could do was rant. While I was still pacing around, hitting the wall with my fist this time. Kendrick's message came and my anger rose up again. “Why is this son of a bitch texting me? I guess he must have seen what is circulating around the blogs,” I muttered angrily at myself. My hands trembled as I read his message, his words felt like a hot slap across my face:"We need to talk. It’s about Kayden. Call me."I slammed the phone onto the table and my breathing became sharp. “This was not about the blog post after all. It's about my child. He has the guts to text me. This man must be out of his mind. I think I could advise him to see the psychiatrist.”He wants to
MickeyMy life was a mess. I was beating myself up everyday and at the same time was still trying to put myself together over what happened. But still, I could not stop thinking about that text message that I have received. All day, it played on in my mind, causing havoc within me. The words kept burning inside of me like they had been carved into my skin. "I can help you get the post taken down. Meet me. You know where. If you don’t, the next post will be worse."I was going crazy. I fucking need a clue. Who would send something like that? How did they know me, and why were they threatening me? There was no way I would have a clue about who the bastard that sent the text was. I stared at my phone again, trying to make sense of the message. It was as though the unknown number was staring back at me, making mockery of me. “Who are you?” I muttered under my breath, gripping the phone tightly asking no one in particular. I opened my browser and typed the number into a phone numbe
Kendrick“Tick, tock. Tick, tock.”The clock kept ticking off slowly as I stared at it weakly. Life was supposed to feel perfect by now.At least, that was what I had convinced myself when I left Mickey. I thought I was making the right decision for myself and for my future.She didn't deserve to be in my life but as I sat in the dimly lit living room, listening to Kiara yelling at our nanny for forgetting to warm the baby’s bottle, all I could feel was regret. Regret kept creeping up on me, making me feel like a mad man. Was I thinking this way because I set my eyes on her at the event and she refused to give me an audience?I could not tell. But, Mickey had grown so much that she now had the guts to put me in a place that I don't belong..“Do you even know how to do your job? Don't let me regret hiring you. I pay you well for this!” Kiara’s voice rang through the house as she stormed into the room. Her heels clicked against the smooth floor as she held tight our Cassie. The nanny
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