You Are My Heartbreaker

Chapter 27

I stepped out of the room into our living room, Rachel followed behind. I assumed my nephews aren't here since I haven't heard my house fall apart. We took a seat in on the leather couches.

"Just take it easy on them Sel," Rachel says, "I know you're mad, I was too but she just wanted to save our family."

I scoffed, "Save our family? We are in America, divorces are normal, we are adults now. We are capable of having a divorced family."

"But mom isn't ready for a divorce," Rachel buds it.

Our conversation ended there when our housemaid came in with the tea along with my parents who took a seat adjacted to each other on the other side from Rachel and I. After our tea were set aside and the housemaid left the room, my dad was the first to speak. 

"Selena, I... it was my fault, I admit it and I know I do not deserve to be a husband but I am still your father," he explains, he sounded so desperate to be forgiven, but sorry I'm not buying it.

"No, not only do you not deserve to be a husband but nor a father either, you broke this family the minute you decided to sleep with another woman," I fired back.

"Okay, let's not argue and get us into a fight now, we need to all stay calm and solve this alright?" my mom said, turning to both my dad and I who were already at war, "Hear your father out sweetheart, and then we'll hear out from both you and your sister, alright?"

"Fine," I crossed my arms falling back into the leather seat.

The entire time when he was telling his story I was very curious still, I want him to get to the point, why did he cheat in the first place. I didn't need to know the juicy details as to how they met, and their romantic nights. He spoke up to where he was breaking things off with her. It was perhaps my fiftieth time rolling my eyes. I hated this part.

Besides him breaking it off with her, he told her to abort the baby? Perhaps her parents may have been furious with her being pregnant at such a young age without a father to be there for her, but there are always options like adoption.

That would've at least been better than the other A-word.

There's times like this that really makes me questions what happened to humanity, what happened to humans who have feelings and care for one another's being. Well bravo on covering that Freud.

"Why did you tell her to abort the baby?" I questioned, my father looked taken-back by my question. I understand it was obvious since he didn't want to leave evidence behind, but-- "Hadn't it ever occur to you that your baby might've wanted the option to live, even if he or she were to adopted it would've been better than abortion."

"Honey," my mother turned to me as she held my father's hand, "Your father wanted to break all ties with that woman, I think it was a terrific idea for him to suggest that. It was her fault to keep the child, now for God-knows how many years the baby will be wondering who his or her biological father is."

I turned to my mother, who I could never have imagined to be so cruel. My mother who has two children herself, was able to say that.

"Unbelievable," I was dumbfounded, but furious at most, "How could you say that? Terrific idea? The baby has a life--"

"It was a fetus," my mother pointed out.

"Why are you defending him?!" I got up.

"Honey, we are not going to argue here, sit down and take a breath," she was so calm it was making me angrier.

"No, I won't sit down, you are crazy for forgiving him and to even encourage such a young vulnerable woman to abort the baby? I dislike her perhaps as much as you do but I won't encourage her to abort the baby, who has a life, who has not lived this world yet."

"Sel calm down," Rachel hushed as she tried to bring me back to sitting on the couch.

"Selena, I didn't want her to break our family, I can't guarantee that my child with her will not come back in the future to ask for money or harm you guys." He gets up now too, "Can you forgive me? This is my past, your mother has, why can't you? Even Rachel."

"Why can't I forgive you? Because there are more questions than answers in this situation," I felt my tears burning down my cheek slowly, "You weren't thinking about your wife, you weren't thinking about your daughters when you were in bed with that woman. Instead of providing us with security and love you broke our hearts and broke this family."

"I know sweetheart, I know," he sighs, "I am sorry to your mother as well to you and Rachel, but I can't change my history. We need to forgive to move forward in our lives--"

"Forgive to move on?" I rephrased his words, "Is that how you persuaded my mother into forgiving you?"

"Selena!" a sharp burning sensation sizzled on my right cheek from my mother's hand, "Where are your manners and respect?"

I cannot believe my mom slapped me. Over my father. Who cheated.

I heard the gasp from both my father and sister. My father was the first to pull her back while Rachel came up to hug me from the side and too have a closer look at my cheek.

"Gone with my father's dignity," I took a step away from the living room nearing my exit, "I'm done, I thought I might be able to actually handle this situation in a mature way. But with a heartless mother and a cheating father, I don't think any child would want to be in this family. By the way, an apology is by actions, not words. That's how you earn to be forgiven."