The Billionaire's Extraordinary Romance

Chapter 78: Stay With Me

Kyra's POV

I crawled into Mom's bed like I used to when I was a small child, kicking off my pumps in the process. She was sitting upright in her pyjamas, looking at me with soft eyes full of love. I joined her in her warm blankets and cuddled up with her, burying my face in her chest.

"Oh, my baby," Mom cooed, brushing my hair gently with her fingers. "It's okay, London."

"I'm sorry I woke you up," I mumbled, holding onto her gently. At this point, I was an emotional mess and I could break down for the hundredth time this day at any moment.

"It's okay, my love. I understand. I don't mind having you here."

In my moment of distress, the only person I had thought of calling was Mom. She had been married for over twenty years and she probably had faced something like this before. Maybe she'd help me calm down and sort out my feelings. Maybe she'd share her experience with me and help me with this heartbreaking problem I was facing in my marriage, a marriage I had put all my heart into.

I had already explained everything that had happened over the phone while I bawled my eyes out in the kitchen. The pain was just inexplicably intolerable. It tore me apart into useless shreds and shattered me completely to the core.

I didn't know what to think, what to believe and what to feel. I just felt like screaming, breaking things and crushing the feelings of agony in my heart because they were killing me.

A contradicting voice screamed at me to handle this maturely, sit down and talk to Jayden like an adult. It told me to believe in the man I'd die for and hold onto our love desperately. It whispered for me to consider his feelings, our intense love for each other and the strong faith and trust we had in each other.

I wished I could listen to one voice and follow it, but there was a war in my mind. I couldn't even think properly or listen to any voice without the other shouting at me even louder that I was making the wrong decision. My heart and mind contradicted with each other. I didn't know how to calm the storm in my mind and it was freaking me out.

"Should I make you breakfast, Kyra? You have to eat something and be strong," Mom offered, continuing with her gentle strokes on my hair. It wasn't as calming as it always used to be. This time around the problem was much bigger than a throbbing migraine. It involved the heart, mind, body and soul.

"No."

"I have raw mangoes in the fridge. Do you want them? I'll make them just the way you like them with salt and chilli," she tried again.

"I don't have an appetite, Mom. I don't think I can even swallow anything at the moment," I replied, balling my fists, "You have no idea how tangled my mind is right now and how crazy it's driving me. I think I'm going crazy."

Mom stopped stroking my hair and she cupped my left cheek with her warm hand. "Let it out, honey. Don't keep your feelings bottled up within you. Tell me what you're feeling and let it all go. If you keep it in, it'll kill you," she advised me. "Talk to me, Kyra. I'm more than willing to help you. We're going to figure it out together," she encouraged me.

I sat up and moved away from her a little bit then I sat cross legged, facing her. Worry laced her gracefully aging face. She was worried about me and it gave me more confidence to pour out my heart to her. She was my mother. She had to feel compassion for her daughter.

"I don't even know where to start, Mom. It's so confusing. It's like I'm empty and broken yet on the other hand, my mind is noisy and very violent. My head's pounding and it feels like it's going to crack," I tried explaining the war at full pelt in my head, not breathing even once until I was done speaking.