❀HIS❀BRIDE❀

๛THIRTY ONE๛

Karen

"So you got pregnant for Praise twice? And you lied to me about the reason you and Zara had a fight?!" Mom yells at me.

I rub my temples. "Is she snitching on me now? This is why I hate her anyways." I shrug.

"Hate kor? Hate ni? You said hate? Just because her Mom told me what happened? You want to quarrel with your bestfriend because of Praise? I thought you said you and Praise kept it simple?"

I shut my eyes out of frustration and open them again. "Mom, please the doctor said I have to rest after losing my baby."

"Karen, you don't know what you are doing to yourself? So now you want to start making babies with Praise? And Royal will have a different Dad?"

"Do you want me to go back to the idiot that left me six years ago?" I ask her.

I don't get what everyone's problem is. I am not ready to give Asher a chance or let him back into my life. I don't even want to see him. And if not for the condition I was in that night, I wouldn't have gone in the same car with him. And thank God he left because he just knows who I am.

"Karen, just the same way you don't want him back is the same way we don't want him back. He left, yes, but Royal knows nothing and he cannot bear a grudge on his Dad because he wouldn't even understand what happened."

"Why are all of you forgiving this guy so easily? Why is it easy for all of you to take him back?"

It is already getting me frustrated and just reminding me of everything, including what Erica said. Of pushing Royal out for seven hours, the pain and everything. The shame, the way his Dad had a mean smirk as we left his house that Thursday. The way Asher just denied it like it meant nothing and he only used me to pass time.

That's cause I've never touched her. His words echoes back in my head. That was what he said. I can remember me hitting him and telling him how much I hated him and how much I blame myself for letting him fool me.

"If you know how disappointed your dad is in you and Praise then you wouldn't be spewing trash like this." She leaves my room.

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This night, I'm just in my room with Royal beside me. I'm lying on my side, facing the other way and sobbing.

Yeah, maybe I should apologize to Zara for what I said to her in Abuja. I know my bestfriend, she's the tougher one and she tells people things straight to their faces. She doesn't talk behind people's back. If she feels someone is bad, she'll tell it to the person's face. And she told me how she felt. She even slapped me and we haven't spoken to each other for almost two weeks and I'm going back to LA in three weeks. I really have to apologize to her.

Someone smacks me with a pillow, again and again. Continuously, like the person is so angry. I open my eyes and steal a glance at my alarm clock. 4am.

I turn around to see Royal hitting me with his pillow. He keeps hitting me and I notice he is so angry with me.

"Royal baby? What's wrong?" I sit up and pull him close to me and he cries a little louder, wrapping his hands around me. "What's wrong baby? Why aren't you sleeping? Did you have a night mare?" I raise his jaw so he can look at me.

"I wanna meet my dad," he tells me. I let out a frustrated sigh and rub my forehead so he will not see how nervous and scared I am getting. "Who's my daddy? I wanna meet my daddy." He cries. "Can I ask grandpa?"

"Royal shhh.."

"Just tell me when I can meet my dad."

"Royal please. Just go to bed."