Ex-Wife of a Billionaire: BOOK 2

Chapter 32: What being a "Family" means

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CHAPTER 32:

WHAT BEING A "FAMILY" MEANS

      It's been a long time since I found it hard to open my eyes. This time, unlike those when I couldn't recall what happened and didn't find it too hard to get up, was different.

Every word Nikolas told me before I fainted clearly resounded in my head. The words were echoing in the darkness, like mocking laughter, rubbing the salt on my wounds. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.

My eyes were too dry to produce tears.

I slowly opened them and sighed.
I knew this room all too well. It is my and Blake's room where we spent every night together. I turned to the window and saw that it was dark outside. How long was I out for? Few hours? Days?

I didn't care. Such thoughts seemed like a joke after what I heard from Nikolas. I always thought I knew enough and that my worriers were bih enough, but now... now I can't help but think how laughable my naivety was.

Just what was I supposed to think now?

Suddenly, I heard a sigh and turned to the other side, to the source of it. Vincent.

My real father.

My thoughts couldn't help but wonder to the image of the man who raised me for sixteen years before I compared him with Vincent.

This ain't fair.

My eyes began to tear up as I thought that. Vincent was watching me from the chair next to the bed, his eyes so warm and caring, and I couldn't help but melt beneath that gaze of his.

This man is my real father. Because of another man I called "dad" all those years, he didn't get to see his daughter. Because of that man, he didn't know whether or not was his daughter still alive.

It wasn't fair.

I wasn't fair.

I am supposed to hate that man now, he killed my mother, but I'm here lost about what to think instead.

Where do I find strength to face this man's gaze with thoughts like that? He lost both his daughter and wife because of people I didn't know how to look at!

Am I not betraying him this way?

"Kaley," he began, I cried even more. His voice is so gentle and strong at the same time, every sound it made touched upon my heart, "You don't have to blame yourself."

I do!

"Your father here has lived for a long time. In my whole life, I have only loved one person, and that person was your mother."

Don't!

"She was quite a character herself, she was known as number one woman of London no one could tame. She had zero feminity about her and our first meeting consisted of her throwing a brick at me and ruining my cars. She was from a poor family, and her father was rather... a troublesome person. Since he didn't have money to pay for repairs, he sold his daughter instead."