In a stunning twist of fate, the life of a billionaire hedge fund is turned upside down when Alison, the woman who saved his son's life, awakens from a 10-day coma believing she is not only his wife but also the loving mother of his children. The bo...
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Jake
"We haven't discussed that beforehand, Alison." I looked at her, showing all the anger I was feeling inside because I had to swallow my words and whisper so nobody would notice what was happening.
Through gritted teeth, I told her. "I won't put up with your impulsivity bullshit again, Alison. Do you hear me? Those days are long behind us. I'm moving forward, and you should, too."
I left her there and got on the plane. Nothing that she could say would keep my mind at peace. That piece of shit that calls herself her brother was making up stories to be on her good side, and she was not listening to me.
I recognise that I, too, made up stories to her, but not even for a second. I took advantage of her. And I was sure I could not say the same for Patrick.
The son of a bitch was sitting comfortably on my plane beside Mum. That, too, did not know what was going on and thought he was a darling brother to Alison at the orphanage and protected her from the big bullies.
Well, I would have to break her bubble later and tell her who he really was. And so help me God, if Nora Stewart picked his side, as she did Alison's at that hospital.
Stormy stopped talking to Mum and smirked when he saw me near their seats. "I hope you don't mind me tagging along, Jake. My sister insisted I should come, and I didn't want to miss my nephew's first birthday. I've already missed all of Tommy's birthdays."
I clenched my jaw because all I wanted to say was to take my children's names from his dirty mouth. But I could not make a scene with the Martens inside the plane.
"Isn't that great, Jake? Why haven't you brought him to the Manor yet?" Mum's smile made my stomach sick. When had she become as naïve as Alison?
I did not answer her, I could not, or I would punch Stormy's face, and his blood would spill on her white blouse, and we would not go to Miami for my boy's birthday.
I walked to the back of the plane, where the boys were with my father. He looked at me, and his face was red like mine. I quickly whispered. "Please don't. Not here."
Dad moved Jamie further on his chest, fixing the seatbelt, and looked outside, clenching his jaw. Tommy looked at me, and I grabbed him and fixed our seatbelts. I had to take a few deep breaths to control my anger and not scare the children.
Alison finally got on the plane, and the crew closed the doors. I looked at her and saw she had been crying, but I would not lift a finger to comfort her.
Alison sat across from Patrick and forced a smile. He smiled back, but sure, Stormy realised what he had caused. I did not even want to know if Alison was pushing him to come or the other way around. I did not want him closer to her or my family.
As much as Carlos' man had found nothing after following Patrick for two weeks, I could not swallow the heavy lump in my throat. Stormy was up to no good, and I felt it under my skin.
