Hell Of A Marriage {18+}

Chapter thirty six - Family crises

Tobi turns around to look at them and Varisha sees the devilish smile he always had, which she had always hated.

“What is this?” Vary demands, her voice low and weary as she stares at Tobi in horror. There is fear and panic in her eyes and the last thing she wants right now is him anywhere near her or Keenan, but here he is, standing in her home.

Keenan wraps his arms around her waist and she slowly looks up at him, wondering why on earth he would bring him to her?

Why would he do this to her?

Keenan is oblivious to what’s going on in her head, but he notices the tension that has built within her, and so he smiles. “I know you think what happened in the past is your fault, but your father is already past that and he has also forgiven you and only wishes you to forgive yourself.”

A bitter taste grows in her mouth and she wonders what lies her father has fed to her husband. “Forgiven me?” Vary asks ridiculously, and squeakily as she repeats the question.

He stares at her understandingly, “I knew you and Andrew were close as you grew up, but it wasn’t your fault how things turned out. It was his decision, and you had nothing to do with his death.” Keenan assures, rocking her slowly and rubbing her back in comfort.

“Andrew is dead?” Vary gasps as pain captures her heart at the sudden news. Her eyes are wide and fear and agony register in her eyes.

The last time she saw him was eleven years ago. She told him not to go back to her father, and he told her to come along. They both love each other and they were all they needed from each other, but Andrew felt he needed his father. Vary didn’t want to go back, and neither could she tell her brother why she wanted to be as far from Tobi.

She can believe she won’t see her brother again and she can’t believe Keenan believes she had something to do with his death.

Keenan, who is clueless, nods and wipes the tears running down Vary’s face away. “Tobi just wants to make amends and hope you two can finally move on from it all,” Keenan says, hope written in his deep blue eyes. “I’ll give the two of you room,” he kisses her head and before Vary can make a protest against his words, he walks out of the room.

The grief and sorrow Vary feels causes her weakness and numbness and she doesn’t run after Keenan so he can shield her from the monster he has brought into their home.

“Don’t look so sad.” Tobi’s voice draws Vary out of the subconscious state that she went into the last few minutes and she bites her lips to hide more of her emotions. 

She looks up at the grey-headed man with a stubble beard and rough skin and, most of all, is her worse nightmare. He doesn’t seem to have aged a day since the last time she saw him.

“The weakling wasn’t meant for this world,” he continues with a dry voice, stepping closer, “but you, you, my darling, were always meant for greatness. Look at you rich, successful and with a man that can provide you with what you can imagine! I hear he’s the second most successful man in the United States and the fifth in the world. Can you believe that?”

He’s the same annoying man he’s always been.

Vary would have not believed her ears if she didn’t know the man her father is, but she did and she believes her ears and she fumes angrily. “You are a monster, Tobi Klean. You let Andrew die!”

“No, Vary,” he waves a quick finger in her face, “‘cause according to your loving husband you did and he just hoping to make amends. It’s your fault that he doesn’t know a thing about me.”

Vary’s teeth grit and she grinds them together, not wanting to explode or work herself and the baby up. He wasn’t worth her time and wasn’t, and he wouldn’t get it anymore.