Loving Every Curve(Completed✔️)

Ch 25

"Likewise," he replied, returning the hug.

"Please, have a seat," she said, motioning for us to sit down.

Alex offered me a seat by pulling out a chair, and then he took a seat beside me.

"So, where did you two meet?" my mom inquired.

"We met at the restaurant where I used to work," I replied, reaching for Alex's hand.

"Ah, nice. So, Alexander, what do you do for a living?" my mom asked, turning her attention to Alex.

"I own Millers Finance. We have multiple offices across the United States. You might have heard of us," he answered.

"Oh, yes, I have. Well, Aaliyah, looks like you've found yourself a wealthy one," she remarked.

I attempted to maintain a smile on my face, but I have a feeling that things are about to change.

"Are you guys ready to order?" the waitress inquired, looking at our table.

"Oh, no ma'am. Could you please bring us all water?" my mom requested.

"Actually, can I have a lemonade?" I asked, addressing the waitress.

"Of course, I'll be back shortly with your drinks," she replied before leaving.

"You didn't need the lemonade, Aaliyah. You should have just stuck with water," my mom commented.

There she goes, starting already. I knew she wouldn't stay nice for long. I chose to ignore her, not wanting to start an argument, especially since Alex was here.

"I've noticed you've lost weight," my mom commented.

"Yeah, I have. I still want to tone up more, but I'm really happy with how I look right now," I replied with a grin.

"You should lose more weight, especially since you'll be getting married soon. You need to look the part," she added.

My smile faded as she spoke. I took a deep breath, feeling Alex's hand on my thigh, trying to comfort me.

"Are you sure you want to marry Aaliyah Alexander? There are much better-looking women out there. You're a handsome man, I'm sure women are dying to be with you," she said with a smirk.

I cut Alex off before he could reply. "Mom, can you please just stop?" I blurted out.

After the server brought our drinks, she said, "Let me know when you're ready to order."

"Thanks," we all chimed in together.

"Why can't you just be happy for me?" I exclaimed, feeling my heart racing in my chest. "If Dad were here, he would be proud of me."

"Don't talk about my late husband like that," she snapped, giving me a piercing look.

"He's my father. I can talk about him if I want to," I retorted.

With a mischievous grin on her face, she uttered, "He isn't even your biological father," while her gaze fixed upon me.

Tears welled up in my eyes as my heart sank. I shook my head in disbelief, refusing to accept her words. "You're lying. You're just trying to hurt me," I exclaimed.

I glanced at Alexander, his expression inscrutable. His gaze was fixed on my mother, but he must have sensed me looking because he turned to me. His features softened as our eyes met.

"I was unfaithful to John one night. We fought, and I stormed out. I ended up at a bar and had a one-night stand. Your father and I had been struggling to conceive, so when I found out I was pregnant, I lied and said you were his. But deep down, I knew you weren't his because of his fertility issues. He believed you were a miracle. I couldn't bring myself to shatter that illusion," she confessed.

I questioned, "So, you're not sure? Have you checked our DNA to make sure I'm not his child?" As I tapped my foot on the floor, a hand gently rested on my shoulder. I turned to see Alexander's hand, comforting me with a gentle rub.

"I am sure, at the age of one, it was revealed that John was not the father," she replied, taking a sip from her glass of water.

I can't believe what I'm hearing right now. She's deceived me and doesn't even seem remorseful. It's as if she's indifferent to the pain she's causing me. Even though John isn't my biological father, and that upsets me, she's still my mother, and no matter what, she should be there for me. To keep this secret hidden for so long without ever telling me. I'm twenty-five years old, and now I discover that my entire life has been a lie. I quickly stand up from my chair and rush out of the restaurant, maneuvering past everyone while tears stream down my face. Once outside, I can't help but scream and cry. I walk to the side of the building, away from everyone. Leaning against the wall, I slowly slide down until I'm sitting on the ground. My vision becomes blurry from the continuous flow of tears. There's this unbearable ache in my chest.

I couldn't believe it. "This is not happening!" I shouted in disbelief.

"Sweetheart, take a deep breath. I'm right here," Alexander reassured, gently lifting me and embracing me. I hadn't even noticed his presence until now. Lost and unsure, I wondered, where do I go from here? What will be my next step?