Chapter 13
Three years later. I was vacationing on an island in the South Pacific.
The little kid next to me waved his hands,
“Gimme some ice cream, please!”
The young guy who was rubbing sunscreen on my back chuckled.
“Call me Daddy, and you’ll get it.”
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”
“Don’t spoil him, he’ll get cavities,” I warned. But the two of them were already running off. I rolled my eyes and put my sunglasses back. Suddenly, my skin tingled as the pressure on my back increased.
I frowned, “Hey, easy!”
The breathing behind me was heavier, but I ignored it. Then, the warm hands traveled along my spine and pushed hard on the sensitive area. I let out a moan, but thank god there weren’t people around to hear it.
I angrily turned around, and saw Liam’s face. He looked so gaunt, and there were dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept well in months.
“Do you know how long I’ve been searching for you?” Liam started, tearing up. “I thought
you were really…”
“What, you’re upset I’m still alive?” I asked calmly. Liam’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice shaking.
“I was thinking if I couldn’t find you, I’d go to hell to find you. If someone hadn’t seen you here, I’d never have seen you again.”
“So? What, you’re made of gold?”
I got up, but Liam grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him.
“I’ve been looking for three years! Three years, I spent every cold night reading that journal you left me. I don’t care about anything anymore, as long as I’m with you. And even if you lied, I’m still so stupidly in love with you. Isn’t that enough? Do you have no consideration for my feelings for you?”
Liam yelled, his eyes full of pain.
“Jane, do you even have a heart?”
As Liam and I struggled, the kid came back, and stuck two ice cream cones onto Liam’s knees.
“Bad man, let go!”
Liam looked down at the kid who looked so much like him.
“Is he…mine?”
Before I could say anything, the kid yelled: “Daddy, help! There’s a bad man!”
Liam turned pale, through clenched teeth.
“You let my son call another man Daddy!”
Chet rushed back, and punched Liam in the face. Liam wiped the blood and told his bodyguards to stand back.
“Jane, come home with me.”
“Or I’ll kill that pretty boy.”
Chet went crazy at the challenge.
“You old man! You’re threatening me!”
Chet’s bodyguards surrounded Liam. His family had the means to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt, but I didn’t want to get too close to them.
“Our baby’s gone,” I said.
I didn’t say anything else, but pulled the kid away. Liam and his bodyguards moved forward, but were stopped by Chet’s people.
“Don’t go, you said you loved me!”
“I don’t believe everything in that journal was fake!”
His desperate cries echoed all around us. Three years ago, I was being monitored constantly So I used my connections to shut everything down.
And I gave Liam a gift. I wanted him to remember me always, how I and his child died, while he was busy having fun with someone else. I wanted to amplify his guilt, so for the rest of his life, his happy moments would be filled with pain.
The journal was partially fake. The kid’s mom was my business partner, and I adopted him. Liam got his hands on a hair sample from the kid, but his DNA test destroyed his soul.
He had to accept that our child was gone. And on the day he was supposed to get married, that child was part of someone else’s family.
A happy family.