Dawson.
I pace around like the president carrying the responsibilities of the country on his head. One of my hand crest behind my back as I move about.
When her parents came over to inform me about the pregnancy thing…..I mean to say, the unborn baby in Laura's womb, I had no choice but to rest my case about the suing lawsuit.
Though, I wanted her to suffer in prison for a very long time, if that would make my wife happy again or if that would turn out to be my revenge on everything she did to me in the past.
But to err with human, to forgive is divine. This doesn't mean that I've forgiven her yet.
No. I won't.
She hurt me so badly in the past. She repaid all my good, love and time of relationship with her with nothing but evil and wickedness. I have no idea what I did to her to deserve this.
Just because she's carrying my heir is the only reason why I'll pardon her.
It's just two days since I handed her over to the police. The trial in court was to set tomorrow morning, but I let it all go because her parents came over, begging on their knees.
They should have thought about it before raising an ingrate, ungrateful slut whom pretended to be a virgin and saint for five years of our relationship.
I swirl the red wine in my glass. Still thinking of what to do next and how to cope with her when she arrives. First, I need to give her proper interview if the child in my womb is really mine.
Come on. It's months since we divorced and she never brought up such news earlier, so why now?
It's confusing. I need to hear from her well. I don't want to be like the good Samaritan man that took care of another man's child like am charity foundation?
The sound of slippers flopping against the tiles made me to turn around. Oh, here she is. The bitch. Or should I say witch?
She strolled a pair of two red medium luggages in and thanked one of the staffs who kindly helped her with one.
I took a sip from my glass quietly. My eyes still focused on her. She didn't notice me staring for a while, but later she discovered and pretended a fake little smile with a slight wave of her hand.
"Hi,"
I ignored her greetings and kept my glass on the center table. I wonder how long I have to cope with her under there same roof. It's like living in the same hut with your worse enemy. How sure she won't poison me one morning?
I'm not marrying her. Am just doing the favor because of the lad she called my child. But if I find out that child isn't mine….. Damn! I rest my case. I'll reserve my comment till further notice.
"Show her to her room." I told the guy that helped her with the luggages.
"Yes Sir." He turned to her, "Ma'am, please come with me."
I've already fixed her stay and set everything up. I bargained with her parents about my own terms and conditions if she has to leave prison and stay with me.
This negotiation is quite expensive from the lame man's mentality.
I told them Iif she has to leave prison free of charge without the consequences of her murdering my unborn baby in Blanca's womb, then she has to be my janitor for only God knows when.
I gave them one day that's 24 hours to think about it and give me feedback. They did. And as I expected, it was a success!
She'll be part of my staff. Cleaning, washing, cooking and the rest things home staffs usually do.
Though I'll be paying her double of what I give other staffs but that doesn't mean I restrict her from going to other jobs of her choice.
Her brows furrowed when the staff nudged her to follow his direction. It was a lead out of the mansion to a luxury duplex at the back of the mansion.
She turned her gaze towards me, "Dawson, but I thought—"
"Point of correction." I tuck my hands into my front pockets and took few steps towards her. Making sure to stay far from her like she had transmitted diseases. "If you must live under my roof and under my responsibility, you have to respect me like a boss to an employee."
She misunderstood me as she muttered the word, "Boss to employee?"
I picked up my glass and took a sip, leaving her to process the word on her own.
"But Dawson—"
"Uh-Uh," I waved a finger at her, "Not Dawson. Stop addressing me like we're mates. Watch the other staffs, do you hear my first name in their mouths? I guess no, right? Good. For your information, you should know the reason why you're going to be living her for free and secondly, if you must address me, make it a bit spicy with formality not familiarity." I gritted my teeth. "Mr. Anderson or….Sir?"
She let out an awkward laugh which made me brew my brows upwards. "You're not serious? Are you for real right now? Dawson?" When I raised my brows higher, she quickly corrected, keeping her head downwards. "I mean to say Mr. Anderson? But you know this is not fair. Am carrying your baby—"
"Don't threaten me with that cheap crap." I warned her. "I'll definitely not buy that from you. Because when the baby is born, I'll do a DNA test to verify if truly he's mine or not."
She shocked of my words. Her lips parted countless times before something came out. "How do you mean?" Her hand went to settle at her abdomen. "This baby is yours. I won't deny it, believe me—"
"Is that the reason why you murdered my baby with Blanca because you're well jealous?"
She shook her head vigorously and wanted to say something but I interrupted quickly, "I knew your plans where to hurt my child when I told you she was carrying my heir." I smashed the glass of wine on the wall and she jolted from the broken pieces. "Damn! I can't believe I first fell in love with the devil's daughter. I hate you Laura and I'll never forgive you all the days of my life. For what you did to me and the pains you brought to my darling wife, Blanca. You'll surely smell hell under my roof. I promise you this. Mark my words. My son's soul will not give you rest. I swear on this. You won't go free from the torture you put this family and our reputations."
I left without waiting for her to say one more word. The tears are already gathered in my eyes and ready to fall down. Am a man. It won't make sense if I cry in front of a woman. Especially when it's Laura. Am sure it'll only increase her IQ to do more.
But still, it hurt me so much. I lost my unborn one month old baby because of a woman I gave my all to. She was my first love, my all in one, my everything, my whole universe.
I loved her from the very day I set my eyes on her.
She was so special to me and everyone around me. We all liked her. And that was the reason why I decided to engage her quickly before graduating from highschool, because I didn't want another man to go close to her.
I always did whatever she askes me to. I never had doubt if she said something because I loved her. I've never wronged her or kissed another woman in her absent even when I was in college without her there.
I humbled myself and kept myself as she wanted.
She never wanted us to have sex at that early adolescent age and I stick to that till we got married. Tell me, where did I go wrong to her? I was always there whenever she needed me. Is it all fiancé or partner that has that time?
Good thing she's out of my way and life for good. And am so lucky to have Blanca in the picture. Though her best friend is older than her with just four years. Like same age with my younger sister Jenner.
Yet, she acts more mature. Unlike Laura who behaves immature like a premature child.