Chapter 83
Chapter 83:
“This is definitely not the end, Christian. Whether you like it or not, you are getting married to that girl before she delivers your pup p>
“Get angry all you want now and do whatever you want. She remains your wife, get that into your thick skull and brace yourself like a man,” she said before walking away.
“Are you even my mother? I doubt that because you act far from it. You don’t deserve to be called a mother by me. You are nothing but bad news,” I said to her as she walked out, but as expected, she wasn’t affected. Neither did she turn around.
“If trying to make you stronger is considered being a bad mother, then I love being a bad mother to you,” she said before taking a corner, and I couldn’t see her anymore.
I’m just so miserable. I’m powerful to everyone on the outside, but with my mother, I’m nothing but a toddler whom she can control as she pleases.
Tristan’s POV
I can’t believe I almost let Emily get married to Christian. I let them be because that was what made Emily happy. A part of me is sad, while the other part is glad that the whole thing was ruined.
Call me selfish, but I’m being truthful. I’m glad because I see the closed door of her heart opening back to me, but I’m also sad because she is also sad. She is going through a breakdown right now. All I have to do is stand by her side and give her the comfort she needs until she is strong enough to keep it all behind and move on with her life.
Christian actually disappointed me. I least expected that from him. Emily has been faithful to him all through the five years they’ve been apart. We’ve only gone as far as pecking each other, because her heart remained with him.
I knew at once that he was the father of her child when I first saw Christian, and the argument they had here that day made everything even clearer to me. They had a history together, but despite knowing that, I still wanted to stick by her because what I felt for her was real and it seemed impossible to let go. But then I gave it some thought. If I truly loved her the way I claimed to, her happiness should be my priority, and it still is.
“Dad,” I called, walking toward where he was seated.
“Yes, son,” he replied, diverting his gaze to me before heaving a heavy sigh.
“What do we do about her? Do you think she will be okay?” I asked worriedly.
“Well, I haven’t known her for too long, but in the little time I’ve spent with her, I know for sure that she will be fine. All she needs is a little time to heal, and we will both be surprised when she is back to herself,” he said with a smile, as if he were talking about someone very close to him.
“Dad, you talk about her like you’ve known her all your life,” I said, trying to get him to talk more.
“Well, for some strange reason, I feel like I have always known her because she reminds me of someone special to me,” he said.
“And who would that be? I’m curious to know,” I replied.
“My late wife. She reminds me so much of her,” he said, staring into space.