I drove fast, moving past cars and through lanes, only one goal in my head; to get Samantha and keep her away from my family, especially my little boy. When did I think about it? I had a feeling that Samantha’s plan was more than just Diego, she wanted to feel like a mother with Antonio as the father. She wanted what I had, Antonio. What annoyed me more was that Antonio had an idea, he knows more than anyone what Samantha is capable of, but he’s letting it happen. Given he didn’t approve her request, he didn’t deny it either, he’s being negative with a hint of hope at the end of the tunnel for her, something she can look forward to if she behaves a certain way.
I thought about Dan and the conversation we had at Aaliyah’s wedding, he told me Samantha had been talking nonstop about Diego and how she wants to make it right, I didn’t know she’d go through with it this fa
So it turns out that Noah was back in town, and he was the owner of the Café. I had no idea (not that there was any way I could’ve known) but I had no idea he was back, and I could understand why he didn’t reach out to me even though we ended on good terms.Noah looked good, very good like had gone through a glow-up. I couldn’t quite tell what about him had changed, but it was obvious something changed; he looked more attractive than I remember. His body; his chest looked bigger than I remember, and his arms in that tight navy blue shirt, looked like they went through a lot of work in the gym. I had to remind myself to keep my eyes on his face the entire time at the café.Noah and I fell into a light conversation with Aaliyah, who kept her eyes on Noah in a way that said she didn’t recall where she might have seen him, bu
I tried calling Antonio severally after his mother left the house, but he wasn’t picking up. I know he was hurting and he wasn’t in his right state of mind due to the appearance of the woman that either physically and verbally abused him or just didn’t care enough. This was my problem with Antonio, I hardly knew anything about him, he never bothered to tell me anything. Anytime something happens to bring up his past, he does this; he goes into his shell and doesn’t want to talk about any of it, so where does that leave me? Thinking and making up stuff in my head, trying to put the bits and pieces together and come up with something tangible, and it rarely ever works out. I didn’t want to ask Antonio upfront because I felt it would be insensitive of me, and it would be better for him to open up to me when he’s ready to do so, but it began to feel like he didn’t want to let me in on anything that concerns him. I know it was wrong of me to think that way,
I got in early to work, and the first thing I heard when Dan entered into the office was: “I really don’t get what is going on with Samantha,” I rolled my eyes at his words because honestly I was tired. I couldn’t go one day without Samantha being the center of every topic. It was either Samantha this or Samantha that. Like why can’t I just go one day without having to hear her name?“Are you even listening to me?” Dan asked, waving his fingers in my face. I closed my eyes to force the rude and very bad words I was about to spew at him back down my throat. I shook my head instead.“Tell me when we’re done with work because I’m not sure you know, but we have quite a lot to do,” I pressed my lips together. Dan probably turned his face away in anger or annoyance, I don’t know, as I kept my attention on the screen before me. I
"Sewa, I'm sure you can say something, or do something," Noah grabbed my hands while I was trying to fit my phone and phone charger into my purse.It has been a week since my talk with Antonio about Samantha and Diego, and the day Antonio picked as the first day of the reconciliation of which Dan wasn't a fan to. Throughout the day, Dan had been begging and demanding that I do something to stop Samantha or Antonio; I really wanted to, but I didn’t have much say in the matter, not when Antonio was feeling he had the best idea. Poor Diego; I could see the fear in his eyes. When Antonio told him about his plan to bring his birth mother into his eyes, he almost shit himself. Diego hates the woman, and her presence isn’t going to fix the hate or mend his his broken heart.“Dan, do I look like I’m a fan of this?”
We arrived at Noah’s cafe, and we were received by Noah himself who seemed excited to see me; his excitement didn’t go unnoticed by Samantha. Noah has even gone out of his way to remind me that I’d always receive VIP service whenever I come to his cafe.Diego easily found a table for us, which he ran to like the milkshake was already there waiting for him. Noah and I smiled at Diego lovingly, making me forget for a second that Samantha was right there with us.“Would you like anything?” I asked Samantha. She pressed her lips together, looking around the cafe before finding my eyes and shaking her head. I nodded and turned to Noah.“Who is she?” Noah asked, curiosity etched on every part of his face.“Diego’s mother,” Samantha pointed at Diego at the table which was a safe distance from where we stood.
I noticed something different about Antonio ever since Samantha started coming over. He still kept a distance between them; he didn't talk to her or anything, but there was a change. Antonio was starting to tolerate her. He'd occasionally smile when she's holding Diego, or when she attempts to do something for the little boy. Of course, I was happy that his plans for Diego and his mother were working out, but still, something about the whole thing didn't sit well with me. Samantha smiled too much, she did too much, and I'd know because I was paying too much attention to her. I hated it, but I couldn't help it. It scared me, my thoughts, telling me that Samantha would take everything from me if I so much as blink.I sighed, pushing myself backward on my sit, taking a breath as the sit rolled back. The day was almost done and I could barely get any work done with the past few weeks popping up in my head; with Samant
Dinner with Antonio and Diego was nice. It was what we needed to get our family back on track, it was what we needed to bond and shake off the bad Samantha energy. Diego was fast asleep by the time we got home, and Larry helped carry him to his room since Antonio looked like he had other plans, looking at me like dessert. I smile at him. It had been too long anyway.Antonio pressed me against the door frame, leaning in slowly as he pressed his lips on mine. I smiled against his lips, it tasted like the wine we had for dinner and Antonio. I pull Antonio by his collar, closer to me as his lips devour mine."Let's take this inside," Antonio bit on my lower lips as he smirks. I remember speaking, but I don't remember the words I spoke, as all my mind was clouded and filled with Antonio and what he was about to do to me."Goodnight boss," Larry made his presence known beside us, but we were too clouded to care or even acknowledge the man b
I looked up at the sky from the mat I had laid out for Diego and I; Diego was sleeping, cuddled up on my body. The weather had been great this afternoon, I guess that should've told me that the rain was going to fall later.The clouds were dark and heavy; the weather was changing fast, and soon, it became windy; the indication that it was going to rain hard. I hurriedly carried Diego into the house, while the maid packed up the mats and books I had taken out with me.I looked around the kitchen and living room, even Diego's room, but Samantha wasn't any where. She had come today for her weekly visit, and while Diego and I were in the small garden at the back of the house, Samantha was sitting by the back door, at least that's the last place I saw her sitting before she disappeared.My eyes widened at the realization that she might be in the room Antonio and I share; I ran there immediat
Sewa's POV Six months later I woke up late again, despite all my alarms. I had just woken up, but yet I felt like I hadn't slept for hours; I guess my baby girl likes to sleep. "Well, you have to stop making me sleep so much madam, it's making me look bad," I rubbed my huge stomach. I got up from the big bed, the new room was empty, I guess Antonio had gone to work already. I sighed. Antonio was the reason I wanted to wake up early to at least make him breakfast or takeout for lunch as I had been too lazy to do anything, just waking up, demanding for food, then sleeping. Antonio never complained, not even after a very stressful day at work. He would always come back from work and attend to me like I was the tired one, well I guess I was;
ANTONIO'S POV I watched as Sewa laid unconscious on the hospital bed, looking very peaceful but at the same time very fierce; she had a few cuts on her face, but she still looked very beautiful. Tears came to my eyes as I watched her; all this was my fault. Everything had been my fault from the beginning, if I had just listened to her when she warned me about Samantha, we wouldn't have been here. I let my eyes run over the length of her body, stopping at her stomach. I placed my hand over her stomach, letting the tears flow freely from my eyes. I had been too busy crying my eyes out while letting Sewa go through a worse pain. I had no idea pain could make a person deaf and blind. I had been sitting there, but I couldn't make out what was happening, I couldn't move; not until I heard Diego crying and tugging at at my shirt that I came back to earth and saw what Samantha was doing to her. I was so angry that pushed her away using my fist.
"Samantha?" Antonio called dangerously. I almost feared for what Antonio would do to her. Almost."I didn't do anything to him, I swear Antonio, you have to believe me. I wanted to tell you that he was getting bullied at school, but I didn't know how to say it," Samantha cried. I got up, walked to her and slapped her across her stupid face."You don't have a conscience, do you?" I asked her. She was quiet."Say the truth or I will, and if I do, i will deliver each word with a slap until I'm done saying all the horrible things you've done!" I threatened. That seemed to get Samantha's attention. I guess she didn't like my slaps across her face."I'm a horrible person Antonio," Samantha cried, looking down at her finger nails. Why was she trying to talk like she didn't enjoy doing what she did?I tur
"Samantha, what the hell is that noise?" Antonio's thunderous voice came in. The sound came from the top of the stairs."Why don't you come check out for yourself," Aaliyah yelled back. There was a pause, and then footsteps. While my eyes were fixed on the stairs, I didn't know Samantha had gotten up. I felt pressure pull my beanie from my head, then pull at my braids. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, but I wasn't going to give Samantha the satisfaction of beating me up. While her hands were still fixed on my hair, I grabbed her hand and turned around so I was facing her, I let one hand free from her hand that I grabbed and I sent a punch to her chest. Samantha fell backwards and I didn't falter. I ran to her, sat on her stomach and started my assault. Delivering punches across her face as imagined her putting her hands on Diego. She must've felt great, beating the boy to a fucking pulp, she must've loved it anytime he begged her to stop. I got angrier and my punches
I got dressed in a pair of black leggings and a black crop top, coupled with a black jacket. I braided my hair in four cornrows that night before, so I put a beanie over it, grabbed my phone and stepped out of my apartment."Took you long enough," Aaliyah smiled at me, leaning on her black Mercedes Benz. She was dressed almost the same as I was; she had black leggings, a jumper and a big black shirt which I suspected belonged to Harry, over her shoulders."We look like we're going to the gym," Aaliyah tried to crack a joke. I smiled at her for the effort but I couldn't bring myself to laugh to show any other expression apart from the smirk across my lips."Let's go," I nodded at her and we got in, driving straight to Antonio's house. Thank heavens it was a Saturday and there was nowhere Antonio would be if not his love
Aaliyah and I had a plan, where Aaliyah would go to the house and use seeing Antonio as cover but what she's actually doing is looking after Samantha and Diego to see if Samantha was doing something horrible to the boy. It wasn't much of a great plan given that Samantha pretends a lot but i knew it would work because Aaliyah and Samantha never agreed on the same thing, and it would be hard for Samantha to pretend to Aaliyah; Aaliyah see's right through her bullshit."Hell yeah! Let's do it! And I hope I catch her doing something so this time she goes to prison and rot forever," Aaliyah had said with so much determination."I gave Diego your phone number and mine, so if he calls you, it means there's something horrible going on," I told her. Aaliyah nodded, she was ecstatic that I was giving such an important task as she called it.I leaned into my office seat, letting out a worried sigh. It was almost 5pm, but I didn't have the heart
Time passed by last night, and though I was awake through most of it, I was able to get in some sleep for a few hours, I didn't mind though since I didn't have to turn in for work as Dan and Melissa had everything covered.I strolled lazily around the house, picking noting what had to be cleaned and what not. I had been in the house for two days and three nights and I had been too weak to clean, but seeing as I didn't have anything to do with myself, I decided to clean.I was pleased with the results. The apartment smelled like me, and for some reason it felt like I didn't spend any time away from the apartment, like I had been in it all the while when I knew I was staying at Antonio's house. I guess my apartment had always been home to me in a way my father was home for me.I took a warm bath to calm my nerves and muscles, while rubbing
I sat in my car, tired from all the shouting, yelling, puking and emotions that I had to let out, and I needed something to keep me calm, so I called the only man who ever cared about me. The only man who gave an actual fuck about me; my father."Hello, my angel," my fathers thick Nigerian accent hit me like a wave of fresh air. I smiled immediately at his voice and the name he called me."Hey daddy," I leaned further into my car sit in the park. I didn't quite have it in me to go back to being alone in that house just yet. I didn't feel like crying yet."This one you called me today, did somebody die," my father joked, I laughed. It had been only a few seconds but the man made me feel better than I've felt in hours. Why didn't I call him since?"No daddy, no one died, at least not yet," I added, thinking to how I'd kill Antonio once I find out that Samantha is doing something shady to my son.
I wasn't satisfied, I wanted a reason, a reason why he could accept Diego and not the one growing in me. It was hard to concentrate on any work when I didn't know why he made the decisions he made. I pushed myself out of my chair, rushing to the restroom to puke, since nausea had become my best friend and I couldn't go one peaceful morning without it."Sewa, are you okay?" Melissa pushed the stall open, letting only her head in. Why did she follow me out?"I'm fine Melissa, get back to work," I was out of breath, but I managed the words just fine."No you're not. Dan has gone to tell Mr. Blue you're sick, so I think you can go home for the day," Melissa said. I nodded, waving my hands at her. I was going to take a leave anyway. Melissa closed the stall, leaving me alone to my nausea. When I was sure I was done emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet, I cleaned myself a