Chapter １７

Flashback...

" Hello, follow them!" Eloisa said to the man on the other line. 

"Why not do it? It's your opportunity to give that girl a lesson!" He said but Eloisa shouted at him. 

"Just do as I say, understand!" She yelled at him. 

"Your money is in your bank, don't worry!" She added and put the telephone back on the table. 

She took one cigarette inside her cabinet. She lit it and took a deep breath.

"So he bought her a villa!" She mumbled while sipping the smoke from a cigarette stick.

She can't afford to see her husband with another woman in bed. If she had a choice but it's for the best. She han ad to act until the plan succeeded.  There's no way her plafails because this is her only way to make Kent happy and for her to be happy too. She won't be in debt for being a burden's wife to him. 

A devil smile came across her face. Her laughter filled their bedroom. She checks her face in the mirror and combs her hair. 

"I'm still Kent's wife and you're only his mistress!" And she burst into laughter again. 

"Poor Lucy, he'll go to hurt you again." She whispers and went back on her bed and put back her fake dextrose. 

Lucy POV 

Kent told me that he will take care of everything. I believe him again despite the lies and miseries he conveyed to me. 

We talked and he went home to check his wife Eloisa. They quarreled yesterday inside their mansion and it's my birthday because his father Alexander came by and treated him like a child again. I'm glad that he prioritize my special day instead of his wife. 

I prepared my things and other necessities in my suitcase while waiting for tomorrow. I decided to move to the villa he gave to me. It's his gift for my birthday. 

It's nine in the evening and I heard a sudden knock on the main door. 

How can someone come and stop by at my house? Kent told me that he will pick me before six in the morning so who was the person knocking at my door at this hour? 

I quickly ambled to the main door and ask the person outside. No one answered. Maybe it's some kind of a prank from the outside peeps. I made one step away when I heard that someone is twisting the knob. 

"Anybody there?" I asked again. 

I began to panic. What if someone will kidnap me again just like what happened ten years ago with my dad? What if the kidnapper wants me dead because they knew that my dad called me?

I need to relax or else I will hurt my baby inside. My OB warned me not to stress out myself because I have a risky pregnancy. I took a deep breath. 

"Just tell me who you are or I'll call the police!" I warned him and all of a sudden I heard a familiar voice. It's my father's voice.

I quickly twist and pulled the doorknob and it's confirmed that it's him. I let him in then I locked the door after.

At last, I saw him for the first time. I can't tell if it's because he got thinner that his face wrinkled. He looks very old. I don't know how to react but because I miss my dad so much I wrapped my arms tightly around him. 

"Dad, it's been ten years! You're alive!" I sob on his shoulders. 

He taps it and it made me calm. 

"Yeah, it's a long story, honey. I'm so sorry for not coming home early!" He replied and he burst into tears too. 

We both stayed like this for a minute. The past cannot be told because it's a memory I wanted to eliminate in my head. We almost died and I thought I lost my father too but it shocks me to know that he survived and now he went home. 

We sat on the couch. He looks like a homeless person so I went to his room to get him clean clothes. 

"Did you eat? Are you going to stay here?" I asked him while putting the new clothes on the table. 

He seems not interested to stay here. 

"I just come by to check on you. I know you through a lot because of me. I'm so sorry Lucy!" Dad always feels sorry for me. I don't know why he acts guilty when both of us were a victim and almost died.

I sat beside him and hold his hands. I look at him and my dad wasn't as tough like before. He looks malnourished and it's painful to see him like this. 

"Dad, let's move on. Now that you're here, we can be happy again." I said but he disagreed.

"I can't be with you. I'll visit you again." He simply said and I winced when I felt a sudden bad feeling again in my stomach. He noticed it when I pressed my gut with my hands. 

"Are you sick?" He asked me with his worried face.