Chapter 22

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His mum called around later that evening. "Can we talk?" she asked and seemed to be fighting tears so I nodded and tried to brace myself for bad news.

"Is Dean ok? He hasn't been in an accident or something?" I asked worried.

"He is at home. He doesn't know I am here. I know I promised to stay out of things but I need to speak to you and..." she burst into tears.

I rushed to hug her knowing that the tears were all too real and those of heartbreak. I cuddled her until she was calm enough to talk.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be here interfering but he is my son and if I don't say something I may regret it for the rest of my life."

"What's wrong?"

"I need to know what happened between you and Dean the night after the benefit."

I shook my head. "That is our business."

"I know that but it is affecting Dean and in case you hadn't noticed I am pretty protective of my boy."

"Psycho."

"There is a reason for it and it is not something we speak of often... as it is..." she lost her words as she cried again.

"I haven't told anyone what happened as they will start to judge us and that is not fair, I would rather people just know we are no longer together."

"Was it marriage?" she asked shocking me. "I thought as much," she said reading my expression. "Dean wears his heart on his sleeve but will never wear a ring on his finger. He never attends weddings, even those of his closest friends. They understand why. Many people thought you would change him, rid him of his demons and get him down the aisle but I know him better than that and I share his demons."

I didn't know what to say as she reached into her handbag and pulled out a photo frame.

"That's Deans brother, Hugh."

I stared at it and saw the similarities in their features, same smile and cheeky glint in the eye.

"I didn't know you had more children."

She nodded. "He died," she said and started to cry again even though she tried not too.

Having a son of my own I couldn't even begin to imagine her pain. I hugged her hard hoping to give her comfort. The poor woman must be going through hell. I even shed a tear or two for her loss. Once she had composed herself I passed her some wine as I needed a glass myself for this conversation.

"The picture is from Hugh's wedding," she said stroking his handsome face, smiling at him the way she does with Harry. "He fell head over heels in love with a girl and they married. Too quickly for my liking but that was Hugh. Always hugging and kissing everyone. Unfortunately She tired of him after a year and filed for divorce. Hugh was distraught and tried everything to win her back. She just wanted a divorce and every penny she could get. She admitted to only wanting him for his money and seeing as she had talked Hugh into not signing a prenup, she got it. She had told him it was proving to her how much he loved and trusted her. Together forever. That is what Hugh believed and wanted. He gave her his heart and she just crushed it in her hand. If that wasn't bad enough a friend of hers came forward and told Hugh that she had an abortion three months into the marriage."

"Why would someone tell him that?"

"I know, and I fucking hate her for telling him. Just because she had fallen out with her over something trivial, she ruined my baby's life to get one up on her."

She dabbed away the tears and gulped her wine, to try to stop them.

"I can't believe someone would do that, how inconsiderate. Kicking someone when they are down," I was fuming for her.

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