Chapter 26

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Aubrey's P.O.V

It had been approximately 2 weeks since Bryce had departed for Minnesota and it was driving me insane. I still had no clue what he was doing there and the only time I heard from him was when he called. He kept things short and professional, like the control freak he is.

For the past half hour, I had been staring at my computer screen trying to get some work done but to no avail. My inner being was just far too disturbed to concentrate, my peace was adrift. When I woke up today, I had a strong feeling something bad was brewing. On my way downstairs to where Edwin was parked, I even saw a black cat. Very bad omen.

The ruckus around me came to a standstill. These past couple of days, the 40th floor had become very lively. People talked more, not to me though for some odd reason, and even smiled. If it weren’t for the formal wear, you could mistake them for a bunch of teenagers at school.

But back to the current situation, the silence. It was pin drop silence and that could only mean one thing…

Bryce was back!

And three seconds later, he whizzed past me so fast that I only vaguely caught what he had barked.

“My office, now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. His royal pain in the ass was surely back, and as angry as ever. Just a normal working day, I guess. Honestly, his temper needed to be kept in check. I was really starting to wonder if he had estrogen instead of testosterone coursing through his veins.

As soon as I entered his office, I found myself being unexpectedly pushed back into the double doors, closing them. I let out a hiss of pain from the impact, but it was quietened by Bryce smashing his lips onto mine. I haven’t seen him for two weeks and this is the first thing he does?

Mustering enough courage, I shoved him away from me. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He groaned loudly and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. Only then did I notice that he wasn’t clad in his signature Armani suits. No, he was wearing dark washed jeans, a white t-shirt, a black leather jacket and black Nike trainers. Gosh, if I though formal Bryce was hot, then surely, I hadn’t seen casual Bryce.

My ovaries can’t take this!

“Fucking dammit, how could you?” He screamed at me, his scorching hot glare penetrating my soul. I could have sworn his grey orbs were brimmed with unshed tears, but why?

“What are you talking about?” I asked, truly confused.

A second later, he was back in front of me, easily towering over me. If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was trying to intimidate me. But I would not cower, not again so I stared up at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were fucking pregnant?” he whispered, hurt written all over his face. “Why, Aubrey, why?”

My heart stilled for a nanosecond then started beating frantically against my ribcage. Blood rushed to my ears and my legs threatened to betray me. How did he know?

The night he came to bail us out of jail…I screamed it out for the whole world to hear.

I couldn't look him the eye, I was too scared. He knew, gosh, he fucking knew! The one thing I thought I could keep away from him had finally come to light and he wasn't just angry about it, he was hurt.

Because of me.

"I-I," I tried to speak but failed horribly. Even my hands were shaking violently.

Bryce extended his hand and forcefully grabbed my chin so that I was looking directly at him. Gone was the hurt expression, now he was sporting a very sinister smile and it made my insides churn at the sight of it. This can't possibly be good.

"Remember when I told you nothing stays a secret forever?" he said lowly, dangerously.

His grip on my chin tightened when I didn't reply which made me choke out a 'yes'. I was used to the angry Bryce, but this Bryce before me was scaring the shit out of me.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, big hot tears prickling my eyelids. Maybe if I apologized this would all blow over, right?

He let go off my chin but still stood very close to me. "You got pregnant before the divorce, that much I know, and you knew. You didn't tell and you ran off to Minnesota. Five fucking years later you're back, broke as hell too. Tell me, if I hadn't bumped into you that day, were you going to one day tell me?" he inquired, looking down at me.

I gulped loudly. A huge lump had formed in my throat, prohibiting me from speaking. Was I ever going to tell him? No, to be honest, I wasn't. Our divorce was so nasty that I hadn't planned on ever seeing him again but obviously the universe had other plans.

No words came out of my mouth, and he tsked at this. "You've always regarded me as a devil, my dear. Now I'll show you how much of a devil I can actually be." He spoke, rounding his table to take a seat. "I never thought you were capable of this, Aubrey. Breaking my heart twice in a row. Did you ever love me?"

I snapped at the last part. "Of course, I did! More than you think!" I yelled at his seated figure. "I don't think you loved me."

"I did, up until today." he sliced coldly, shattering my heart into a million pieces.

So, he did still love me? Logan was right! But he just declared that he didn't anymore.

"I mean, how could I possibly love an inhumane individual as yourself? You were willing to let our child grow up fatherless, as if I were dead and you had no right to do that!" he shouted piercingly.

I couldn't even formulate any words to defend myself, none at all. Deep down I knew he was right. He should hate me, but most importantly, I should hate myself for being so selfish.

"I said I'm sorry, OK? What more do you want me to do?" I pleaded pathetically, at this point I was willing to do just about anything.

He looked at me, something momentarily taking over his mind. "Give me full custody over Israel or I'll take it away from you. Your choice."

I did a double take. "WHAT!?! You think I just easily give up custody. He's my son too, you know." I countered, crossing my arms. There’s no way in hell he was being serious.

"And when was the last time you saw him, two years ago? Let's face it, you haven't been a good mother and I doubt you ever will. Were you going to let him live in that little hovel I pulled you out of? Make your choice, give it up or I'll make you give it up." he stated, his face stoic. Shit, he was being serious!

I remained silent. That was a very cruel ultimatum and I wouldn't settle for it.

His sinister smile came back. "Great, see you in court then, Aubrey."


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