Heart of Pains

Chapter Fifteen

Hannah:

That was the last thing I expected from him. I thought he was going to say something like, "Wow, that's nice."

Not 'I want to see your kids'." It was if he was trying to crack a joke.

But what if he's being earnest?

Still, I gaped at him in shock.

"Wait, did you say that you wanted to meet my kids? The progeny of the guy I never knew?" I questioned, pretending to brush it off as if it were all a humorous conversation.

He nodded, his eyes gleaming with honesty.

"Yes, Hannah, I want to meet your kids, even if they were raised by a vampire. At least they're humans, and they deserve to be loved. I genuinely want to meet your kids, if you'll allow me," Damien replied, his tone sincere.

Wow. This is the first time I mentioned having kids, and the conversation doesn't take a turn for the worse. Let's just say it's because he's, my husband. Shit, I don't know what to think.

"Why the fuck are you interested? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me. But why now? You've always hated me, all the fucking time," I said, trying to think clearly.

Damien's POV

"Well, I think it's time to move past that; we can't keep hating each other, Hannah. We need to learn to get along. And don't you think it's time to stop hiding your kids from the world? Fuck, I can even adopt them and love them as my own. Just think about it. We'll be stuck with each other in this marriage for five years. It'll be five years with no outlet, except for wishing your grandparents and my parents were dead. I think that's the only outlet we've had. So, think about it from my point of view for once, not just yours. And I don't care if you have kids or if you're the woman who raised them— I believe that part is a fucking..... I don't even care if they're from another man, apart from that guy, Daniel... no Dean. Anyway, I don't care what his name is, but I just want us to have a civil relationship and give our kids my last name. It would then become a win-win situation for us."

She waved me off dismissively, pushing her plate away and getting up from the table.

"I don't care, and please, I need some breathing space. My kids aren't your problem. Please clear the table. I have some papers... I mean scripts to read," she replied with a scoff.

Very irritated with her dismissive attitude towards me, I confronted her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Hannah?! We can't keep living like fucking strangers. Don't you get it? And you can't hide your children from the world forever. When they grow up and discover that there's life beyond the four corners of your garden, they're going to hate and resent you. I'm not saying this to meddle with your kids; I'm stating a fact. We're not farmers or carpenters; we're people who others get inspired by. We cannot walk on the street without being recognized. And these people need a story about this sham of a marriage. So, it's time we gave them one. Please see reason, Hannah," I tried to persuade her, using my best manner.

Of course, she wasn't open to listening to me anymore. She got up from the table and fixed me with a cold look.

"As I said before, Mr. Sebastian, I need my space," she replied in a cold, clipped tone and walked away.

"But promise me you'll think about it!" I yelled as she reached the steps.

She turned and shot me a look.

"I don't make promises, Mr. Sebastian," she shot back, her voice echoing in my ears. "You'll get my reply after the gala next Friday at my mom's family's home. We'll tell people we fell in love in Paris. Do you remember that movie you signed? It was The Mission to Find Crime and I was the female lead in it. So, we'll tell them we got stuck in an elevator, got to know each other, and bam, we started dating. Four months later, we got married and lived happily ever after. Blah, blah, blah. Wow, that was a brilliant plan."

My mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Wait, were you the lady who got stuck with me in the elevator at the Just Art movie theater, the new movie theater in the city that belonged to our branch investor?" I asked, trying to recall.

She clapped mockingly.

"Ta-da, very correct. So, it's a half-truth and a lie. Now think about it, and tell me what you think about the story later."

She turned on her heel and started walking towards the garage, leaving me staring after her, dumbfounded.

Hannah's POV

"Where are you going?" he called out.

"None of your business, Mr. Sebastian," I answered in a bored tone and walked out into the garage. I went to my car with no destination in mind.

But one thing's for sure, I need to escape for a while. Just long enough to clear my head. However, I realized I had forgotten my car keys, cell phone, and some cash. Turning on my heel, I went back into the house only to find my husband holding my loudly ringing cell phone in his hand. When he saw me, his features turned red with anger.

"Hannah, you've left without your phone, and that annoying bastard has been disturbing the fucking house. Just like you," he spat furiously, eyes narrowing in rage.

And we're back to normal, people.

It seems my absence has managed to upset my so-called husband, and I don't feel a shred of guilt. I smirked at him mockingly.

"Thank God, even in my absence, I still manage to piss you off. And I'm not sorry if that's what you want me to say," I said with a smirk and walked towards him to retrieve my phone, curious to see who the "bastard" was that disturbed his peace.

As it turned out, it was Dean calling again.

Great. I wonder what he wants.