One day she had been moaning and squirming under her husbands chest as he made love to her every chance he got. The next thing he was telling her that he didn't love her. The press wrote all sorts of stories about how she cheated with Andre's business partners. Jeanine (Andre's mother) had thrown her out like a dog. It all seemed like a life time ago but she learnt to forgive and move on. She didn't have any grudge against them. Everything happened for a reason and maybe this was her fate. She just wanted to give her son the best life she could possible.

Judas Kiss

"Perhaps you do not understand me because you do?not?love?me." ~ West African Proverb


"I knew you would eventually look for me, my love." Garreth said proudly.


"Jake, don't you dare call me that, I am married." Marcela said giving him a death glare and he only smirked.


"It's Garreth actually." He gave her an unamused look.


"You will always be Jake White the murder, that will never go away." She yelled throwing her hands in all directions out of frustration.


"SHUT UP MARCELA." He banged on the mahogany table in front of him completely startling Marcela.


"Jake, what do you want from my daughter?" Marcela exhaled.


"Is it a crime that I want to get to know our daughter?" He said slowly emphasizing on the word 'our'. Marcela had put on her big girl panties and decided it was time to confront the father of her daughter. She knew Della would be naive and easily fall for his trap just like she did a few years back.


Chapter 27 Good boys