CHAPTER 3....
My breathing changed seeing my ex-husband at my son's school, which of course he doesn't know the truth about. I think? .
I walked to them and carried my son away..
"Ian, please can you go to the car and wait outside for me,".... I said.
Ian was at first hesitant too.
But he left, carrying his bags with him..
And when the doors hit behind, I looked at Alvin and said .
"What the heck are you doing here, why are you here,?". I shouted at him....
Alvin rolls his eyes at me .
"Are you really going to act all angry with me, Issa,".
His voice hits me differently.
It's been four good years.
How much I've missed his voice..
"What do you mean!! "..
I walked to the chair he was resting on, " you came to my son's school and lied to the teacher that you were his son, have you lost your goddamn mind?,"....
I said, still angry...
Rather, Alvin looks at me calm.
"Do you think I wouldn't find out the truth, issa,".. he says.
"What stupid truth,?*. I said arrogantly.
Alvin looked at the door behind, and when I did I heard him say, " Ian is my child, isn't he?". .
Immediately I turned back to him, frightened
"What did you just say?". I asked and pulled away from him...
Alvin rushed up and grabbed forcefully onto my right hand, he pulled me close, " Isabel, Ian is our child and you should think twice about lying to me,".
He pushed me Back and walked to the classroom door.
I confronted him..
"You can't be serious! How the heck is he out child, remember when we were married you didn't get intimate with me, have you forgotten,"..
I fought back....
"No!,". He finds me again with his eyes, "issa, I haven't forgotten and since you don't want to tell me the truth, let me,"
.. he left the door and came to me.
"What truth,". I stammered.
Alvin however saw that, he laughed and said, " issa , some years ago, without my consent, you stole my sperm and went to have it in sealed in you, and you still had the audacity to leave with my child, growing inside of you, look at him, his a fucking replica of myself,".....
He tells while getting his voice raised.
Was I really going to accept the truth so soon?
Oh hell no
I have come so far just to have my past walk in again and change everything....
I walked to the classroom window, I laughed while doing that...
"What's so funny Isabel,?"..
Alvin asked as I turned immediately to him and replied, " you're someone who thinks that lying would suit him, "...
I navigate in his direction, feet firmly pressed against each other..
"No listen to me and listen good, Ian is my son, he was never yours and he wouldn't ever be,"....
I warned..
"Are you sure about that,?". Alvin questioned me.
"Yes! Ian isn't your son and whoever told you this life, should be locked up in prison,"...
I rode past me getting to the classroom door.
I was hoping Alvin would retaliate, rather he just watched me leave.