Kiara's POV
I bolted the door quickly, turned around, and pressed my back against it, weeping profusely. I couldn't comprehend why exactly I was crying this way, was it because I saw him unexpectedly tonight? Or was it because Henry has announced our engagement date without my proper consent?
Ruffling my hair like a crazy woman, I crouched to the floor, sprawling my legs. “Why would you do this to me, Alexander?” My voice choked with sobs while my shoulders trembled violently,
“I thought you loved me, I thought I meant the world to you, Alexander; I thought I was the only woman in your eyes but then…” My voice continued to quaver as more tears spilled out of my eyes hysterically. I've found out about his marriage since the moment I returned to this country, but I don't know why it still hurts so much. I've also moved on, haven't I? Very soon, I'll be getting married to Henry. At the thought of this in my mind, I felt my heart miss a bit. Looking down at my chest, I pressed a hand on it.
“Why are you affected by the news, dear Heart? Don't you want me to get married to Henry? He's a good person, who has been taking good care of me and my child for a long time now”
Knock! Knock! Knock! “Kiara, are you in there?” asked Henry from outside, I quickly jumped to my feet, cleaned my face, and straightened out the creases of my dress. I was afraid of arousing unnecessary suspicion.
Drawing a long deep breath, I unbolted the door and opened it wide, putting on a glassy smile. “Are you okay?” He asked carefully, walking wholly into the bedroom. I turned my back against him, walking to the bed, “Of course I am, why?” I asked, avoiding his gaze while I adjusted the pillows on it.
“You don't look so good to me, and there you are, avoiding eye contact with me. You tend to do that, whenever something is bothering you” Listening to his words, I twisted my lips and slightly raised my head to look at him.
Little by little, he approached where I was and asked gently, “Is there something you want to tell me?” I lowered my head, not knowing how to broach the topic. Right then, I felt his index finger on my jaw, lifting my head to look straight into his eyes. His roman nose, prominent cheekbones, and sexy lips, all put together, made him look so handsome.
“I just thought you were going to discuss it with me before you conveyed it” I spoke my heart in a good nature mood and I watched as his face squeezed into a deep frown, he gradually spun around then left where he was standing.
“I knew what your response would be, Kiara, and that was why I couldn't inform you first,” He said in a stern voice, no doubt, he was getting angry but endeavoring to restrain himself. “But have you forgotten about your promise so soon, didn't you say you're going to wait until Aiden addresses you as his Daddy?” I also moved to stand right in front of him, looking up at his face for answers. “What else do you want me to do, Kiara? It's more like you've told the kid that I'm not his biological father; otherwise I can't understand why he finds it so difficult to call me Dad” His voice was becoming hysterical now. “I never told him such, Henry, and you know it” I also raised my voice slightly. “Then explain to me why he wouldn't call me his father when he hasn't seen another man apart from me while growing up” Tears pooled into my eyes directly, I parted my lips but couldn't provide a sound. After throwing me a final glance, he trotted out of the room.
Again, I burst into a fresh wave of tears. This was precisely the first time Henry would ever raise his voice at me, he was always sweet and mild. It was evident that he'd been attempting to keep up with Aiden's ignorant behavior, but now, he could no longer stand it, and which I understand every bit of his pain.
I dismissed the lookouts standing before Aiden's door room with a single movement of my hand, then walked into his room, shutting the door carefully behind me. Walking wholly into the room, a smile formed on my lips then sprinkle on my entire face. I sat down on his bed, wrapped the duvet around him, then reached over to sweep away a strand of hair that was on his forehead. Staring intently at his face, which looks so much like Alexander's. I bit my bottom lip in grief, thinking back to the suffering I'd gone through during his pregnancy. Two months after I was rescued in the ocean by Henry Torres who was coincidentally cruising in his boat. His bodyguards saw my body floating on the surface of the water and were kind enough to call on his attention. Instantaneously, I was recouped and couldn't be less happy to discover that I was still alive. Two months later, I began to notice some physical tips off of pregnancy such as weight gain, morning sickness, and so on. I didn't react to these at first, because I thought how would I have gotten pregnant in the first place when I was always on protection? Until this day, Henry persuaded me to go out with him, in his opinion, I've been staying indoors without peeking out to see how beautiful Mexico was. After countless persuasions, I agreed in the end and went out with him. That day, he was going from one of his companies to the other. Suddenly, I passed out when we were about to enter his car. Some moments later, I opened my eyes to find myself in a hospital, and that was where I found out that I was carrying seven months pregnancy. I was beyond shocked because even my tummy was flat as normal and how on earth would I be pregnant without knowing it? The doctor made it clear to me that it was a denial pregnancy and in some cases, most women that are victims of this pregnancy are the ones who are not expecting pregnancy soon. I wept and wept bitterly, not sure who the father of the unborn child was. However, Henry wasn't bothered about a thing, he promised to carry out all the responsibilities of the child until he grows up. I gave birth to Aiden two months after I discovered the pregnancy, and the resemblance was striking enough to point out to the father. He was looking so much like Alexander that one would think he came out of Alexander's womb. His hair color, eye color, lips, brows, he possessed all that Alexander has. This made my nerves calm a bit, knowing the father of my child. However, I was not as calm as I appeared because I know in due time, the truth will be revealed that Henry isn't Aiden's real father. Watching Aiden grow every passing day, I couldn't help my anxiety. The first would Aiden would ever pronounce was “mama” I couldn't contain my happiness, I was so joyous. My child is bright, he utters his first word when he was just eight months old. While growing up, he was loved by everyone as he was so smart and charming. Henry loved him like Aiden was his own child, he would buy him many gift items, toys, dresses, and everything which could entice a child but then, when Aiden was about to call out Henry, we were expecting him to address him as Dad, but he left us astounded when he called him Uncle Henry. And ever since, I've been endeavoring to correct him and make him understand that Henry was his Dad, but he would never oblige.
“I love you, Daddy” Holding his little palm in my hand, he suddenly muttered in his sleep, a gleaming smile flashing across his cute face. My eyes widened in disbelief, I twisted my lips for two seconds then spoke softly, “Who is your Daddy, Aiden? Is it Uncle Henry?” Without opening his eyes, he shook his head resolutely, “No, Mommy, this is my Daddy. I've found my Daddy, mommy” He beamed with happiness as he continued to wriggle beneath the bed cover. Tears rushed to my eyes and gently, I coaxed him back to sleep. Has he learned the truth about his biological father? But how? Henry is a good man that loves Aiden so dearly, he will never say anything of such to Aiden.
The following morning…
I assisted the servants to arrange the dishes on the table and soon, I watched as Henry and his three hefty bodyguards got to the dining room.
“Good morning,” I greeted softly, lowering my head. However, he took me aback with his next action, he raised my head and then pressed his lips onto mine for a millisecond. Stunned, my eyes opened wide in shock.
He stood properly and flashed me a warm smile, then sat down on a seat that had been scooted by one of his guards.
Speechless, I watched his face in silence, which was exhibiting a smug smile. “What was that for?” I questioned, setting out to keep my animosity in check. He raised his head to look at my face,
“Why? Don't I get to kiss my soon-to-be wife?” My heart skipped immediately upon hearing those words coming out of his mouth. “Henry, I never agreed to be your wife until…” My sentence was cut off by his words, “Until Aiden addresses me as his Dad, isn't it?” He interrupted, firmly, but a soft smile was touching his heart-shaped face. I lowered my head at once, knowing fully well that what he'd just said was not my reason. Can I ever bring myself to get married to another man? But why shouldn't I? The father of my child has moved on, hasn't he?
Thinking about him again brought tears to my eyes, “Mommy!” Hearing his cheerful voice, I quickly sniffed back my pending tears and raised my head to see a servant holding him in her hands. He was looking so charmed and neat in his school uniform. Stretching forth my hands, wearing a glossy smile on my face, I carried him and pecked his cheek, ear, and forehead, “How are you, my prince? Did you sleep well?” I asked gently, staring into his cute little eyes. He grinned, “Yes, mommy, I saw my Daddy in my sleep” Instantly, I felt a tight knot twisted in my chest. I stole a glance at Henry's face, and a glance was all it took for one to notice his ashen-faced.
Slowly, I dropped Aiden on the seat next to mine as he continued talking, “Mommy, my Daddy was a superman. He carried me up on his neck and even twirled me around” His voice was full of eagerness and playful. I didn't react to his words, I grabbed a plate and put some broccoli for him, in an attempt to make him stop talking because that's the only vegetable he despises, and seeing it on his plate would only make him change the subject,
“Aiden, did you mean that you saw me carrying you in your dreams?” Henry asked carefully, looking at him with interest. I shut my eyes, knowing his response too well.
“No, Uncle Henry. You're not my Daddy” There was a deep sense of rejection in his voice.
Bang!
Henry hit his hand on the table then got on his feet swiftly, “Who else is your Dad if I'm not your Dad, you little brat” He blazed, startling both me and Aiden. “Calm down, Henry, he's just a child” I coaxed, carrying Aiden up in my arms again. “More like a bastard” He gritted out then stormed off at once.