Chapter 6

• But even as she thought about it, other things besieged her mind. Where would she start? Her business is here. Her house, everything. Since five years ago, she has built her life here.
• Everything she knows and people she has built her life around, are all here. If she leaves here, it's going to raise questions and is going to affect her greatly. She might not be the flamboyant celebrity she was five years ago, still, that doesn't mean the spotlight has left her. They watched her movement and soon they would know her ex-husband was here and any move from her they would think she was running away.
• Five years ago after the awful incident, it shaked her career. It was part of the reason she had to stop the runway. They all looked at her as a wretch. The one who got pregnant from another man in her husband's house after six months of marriage and then tried to pin it on him. Of course, the clod told them in an interview.
• Ethan, did her a number. A number that she was willing to do back at him if only she had the courage. She wants to see him cry, and beg for her mercy while she makes him pay for all the suffering she inflicted on her rather than run.
• "I think you should slow down..." Amanda's hand took hers and squeezed softly, "he is an asshole, I get it, still, why don't we calm down and address this issue."
• "Then send her away! The more I see that woman the angrier I get!" Daisy snatched her hand away and clenched her jaw.
• "She has nothing to do with this, she left him, is that not enough?" Daisy's heart rejoiced for a notch but that isn't enough. From what she saw back at the fools' house, he doesn't seem to be hurt enough.
• "He is still having fun, going to clubs to have a good time, does that look like he is hurting?" Tears stung her eyes.
• Amanda exhaled. "What do you want us to do, Daisy? If that oafhead wasn't hurt from her rejection, then it's not her fault."
• "I don't know, Mandy, I just want him to suffer so much like I do," She finally broke down and snuggled unto the arms of Amanda who held her and soothed her gently.
• "It's going to be alright. Maybe all you need is to forgive and forget him."
• Daisy jerked away, abruptly wiping her death face. "Never! Until he begs for my forgiveness, I will never forgive him. Over my dead body!"
• "Then let's make him pay, but how?" Amanda tried to patronize her, knowing that's the only thing to appease her friend.
• Daisy was thinking about what they could do, when the door to the bedroom swung open and a woof! followed and then bumpy curls and loud shriek from her son.
• "Daniel, you have to be careful so you don't fall, okay?" She implied to him and he nodded, jumped on the bed and allowed the dog to tickle him with her muzzle.
• A few seconds later, the petite brunette lady flew in, her heart in her hand.
• "I'm so sorry, I tried to hold him, but he dashed off with the critter," She said while panting.
• "Do not touch my son!" Daisy was at her face at once.
• Amanda came to push her gently away from her lover. "Why don't you wait for me in the room, sweetheart? I will join you soon, I promise," She clamped her hands around her lover's waist and turned her out of the room.
• "Mom, why are you screaming at her? She is so cool," Her son was beside her.
• Daisy held her tongue from making him eat his words. "Are you not tired from playing, baby?" She touched his plump cheek. He giggled and shook his head, offsetting his curls. His first teeth were already missing which made his laughter somewhat amusing to his mother.
• "Okay, guys, everyone has to chill out and you, soldier, out of here with that monster!" Amanda commanded and he frowned, took his padding friend and they left the room.
• "I left my purse there, now I'm scared to go back there," Daisy whined, hurrying into the covers and pushing it up to her chin.
• "Never in my life did I think anything would scare you--" Amanda was interrupted when someone knocked on the closed door.
• "Oh, not that your_"
• "Daisy!" Amanda warned before she would finish.
• "Just make her go away," Daisy hissed and flipped to the other side.
• When Amanda opened the door, it wasn't her lover there but her housekeeper. "What is it?" she asked snidely.
• "It's a man at the door who said he is here to see Ms. Richards," At hearing her name, Daisy shut off the bed and was beside Amanda at once.
• "What did you say?" She queried the old lady.
• "The man--" Daisy was already out of the door, dashing down the stairs before she heard the brawl.
• "How dare you show your face here, ain't you ashamed of yourself? I'm never marrying you again!" It was the brunette lady's voice, further confirming Daisy's suspicion.
• God damn it!
• She should have known the lout would use her card to locate her. But how did he find her here instead of her home?
• She was even more frantic, hoping her son wasn't done there. But once on the last step, her heart dropped to the ground. Standing there with the dog sitting at his feet, was her son, very much cautiously staring at the man who when his eyes rose and fell on her, was filled with so much guilt.
• She shook off the apprehension on her face and vaulted forth like a protective mother hen. "Daniel, upstairs now?!"
• "But, mom..."
• "Don't question me, boy, do as I say!"
• The little boy's face fell as he twisted and started making his way out of the room, the dog trodding after him.
• "Daisy_"
• "What the fuck are you doing here?" She found her voice to ask, avoiding the eyes of Amanda's lover who at this point must have realized he wasn't here for her and had shut up. Feet padded down the stairs before Mandy materialized.
• "Oh, man..." She dragged. "Ethan you should at least not have come here."
• "I came here for my wife!"
• "Well, I said I'm not mar__"
• "I'm not talking to you, Bambie!" He shut off the lover of Amanda and faced Daisy whose face turned red with rage. "I'm talking about her, Daisy."
• For the second time that day, her hand lost its direction and located his face. He stumbled back from the force of the slap and once more she was about to dive him when her friend grabbed her waist and held her still but not her voice.
• "I swear I will kill you if you come near me ever again, Ethan. Your wife? I'm suddenly your wife now?" She screamed.
• "I'm sorry," His face looked so downtrodden.
• "I will never forgive you for what you did to me, Ethan. It will be over my dead body!"
• "But my son_"
• "He is not your fuxken son! I cheated, remember?" She cried, tears cascading down her eyes. "You accused me and threw me out of your house after everything I sacrificed for you. You made my parents disown me and ruined my career because of your unnecessary insecurity and you stand there and call him your son?"
• "I swear if I could take back my words, I would, Daisy. I was stupid, I was_"
• "And this morning?" She asked him, gaining back a little momentum. "What about this morning when you still accused me once more?"
• "I didn't know..."
• "Exactly! And you will never know!" She spat at him. "You lost us, and come what may, you will never have a taste of what it would have felt like having us in your life! Done with it. We are happy without you and I swear Ethan, if you cross me, I will fulfill my words of castrating you!"
• "Just go, Ethan," Amanda urged him. "She is not in the right state of mind now."
• Daisy cried, still held by Amanda who knew she can fulfill her words on the castration if she doesn't hold her back.
• "I swear I will live my life making it up to you, Daisy. I'm sorry," Ethan said, his eyes brimming with tears. When he saw the boy that afternoon, for a second it was like he was dreaming. The boy looked so much like him. He can't believe he let something that beautiful slip away from him.
• "Just get out!" Daisy clawed.
• "I will go now, Daisy. But I shall be back. I will never let you go again, I swear."
• "Then you will die! I must kill you!"
• He nodded as the first tears fell from his eyes, and made his way to his car. Fuck! He cursed himself. He fucked up so badly and now he would have to pay the price. If there was something he knew about Daisy, it was how unforgiving she can be. And this time, he deserves it.
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