HIS INNOCENT SIN

Chapter 35

I returned to my house, a surge of relief washing over me as I left my child in capable hands to be cared for. The shadows concealed my actions; I couldn't risk Michael catching even a glimpse of our shared secret – our child's existence. The engine roared to life as I sped away, the road unwinding. Alone now in the confines of my home, I was met with a scene of chaos – my living room laid to waste, shards of what used to be precious belongings scattered about. The audacity of this act was infuriating; whoever orchestrated this would soon find my wrath. My fingers clenched around the grip of my firearm, a palpable fury urging me to lay siege to my entire home.

Ascending the stairs, each step felt like a storm's assault, and here I was, navigating the chaos in heels – the irony not lost on me. With resolve building like a tempest within, I poised to drive the door open, only for it to swing ajar, revealing the muzzle of the gun I held.

"Michael," I seethed, my voice a venomous melody, "What twisted game are you playing now? This is trespassing!"

"Hey, babygirl, welcome home – or should we say, welcome to hell?" His voice oozed with a dark thrill, a twisted mixture of love and malice. "I apologize for the mess your husband caused. You see, I despise the very ground he stands on. It's time for you to leave this place and come with me. All these material things in your house, they're meaningless now. Join me, and leave them behind."

In an instant, he brandished his gun before me, a chilling display meant to both intimidate and protect himself.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on me, Michael," I retorted, my words laced with a mixture of determination and fear. "Try it, and I swear I'll put a bullet through your skull. I will never, ever, go with you!"

"I derive a certain pleasure from your defiance, my princess," he uttered with an unsettling intensity. "But whether you like it or not, you will come with me. Boys!"

A brutal blow struck me, sapping the remnants of my strength. I couldn't summon the force to pull the trigger on the gun; their overpowering presence made them invincible. Reluctantly, I surrendered, allowing them to usher me into the waiting vehicle. The engine roared to life as we embarked on an ominous journey. Seated beside me was Michael, while armed enforcers trailed in another vehicle, a menacing spectacle of control.

"Why are you doing this, Michael? Please, let me go! Release me, it's been years, Michael. Please, move on!"

"No! No! No!" His voice resounded with obsessive desperation, a maelstrom of possessiveness and desire. "I will never allow you to slip away from me, Jenna. You belong to me and me alone, do you understand? You're mine!"

" Where is my child Michael, just please let me go!"

" Our child! I know it's our child Jenna! do not deny that, now go inside of the car if you want to see her."

I find myself torn between wanting to see my child and the fear of being near him. Despite my intense dislike for him, the thought of ensuring my child's safety pulls me in his direction. His consistent cruelty and cold-heartedness remain unchanged, although his appearance now exudes a hint of more masculinity. I can't shake off the memory of his clenched jaw, the desire to speak, while I'm consumed by intense nervousness, worry, and anger due to what he did to us.

It's bewildering how he found out about our child. I've guarded this information fiercely, never allowing anyone to discover my child's whereabouts. There's a lingering fear that he might subject my child to the same abandonment he inflicted upon me in the past.

Until time past, nakarating kami sa malaking mansyon, namangha ako sa laki, hindi naman ang place noon na napuntahan ko. I think this is his new place, bakit ba ang dami niyang bahay, wala akong imik na lumabas nang kusa sa sasakyan ayokong humawak sa kamay niya, kasi naman binuksan niya ang sasakyan para sa'kin at he try to held my hands pero ayoko, natatakot ako. 

" Welcome home, babygirl."

"That's enough. I'm not playing games. Where is my child?"

"Inside. Shall we go?"

I followed him immediately, entering the mansion adorned with lavish decorations. Soon, someone greeted me.

"Mommy! I'm here... Hi, Uncle Michael!"

I hugged my child tightly, crying with a mix of joy and worry for her.

"Do you know how worried Mommy was about you? Why didn't you listen to me? Never talk to strangers."

"I'm sorry, Mommy..." My child, whom Michael and I share, cried.

"Your mommy is right, Michael. Never talk to strangers. But Uncle Michael is trustworthy, right? Only Mommy and I can trust him, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded and hugged both of us. It felt like a dream come true.