Married To A Playgirl

Chapter 32

Asteria Celeste Averix LevingtonPOV

The second unexpected encounter brought together both of our children, creating a sense of family reunion. Ignoring her accusing gaze, I focused on my son.

"I'll go get my son," I assured and attempted to pass her, but she stopped me. Without delay, she picked up Blake and took him to her room.

"What are you doing, Kiam?" I questioned, but she led me to the kitchen, insisting that we eat together.

"Is Zyrone our son?" she demanded angrily, her eyes piercing. I remained silent, trying to avoid the confrontation.

"Let's not discuss this today, Kian. I'll take my son home," I stated, attempting to break free from her grasp, but she pulled me back.

"If not now, then when?" she pressed, her frustration evident. Tears welled in her eyes, and I felt them on my hand.

"What's wrong, Kian," I murmured weakly, moved by her tears.

"I'll ask again, Asteria. Is Zyrone our son?" she persisted. Ignoring her, I evaded her grasp and made my way to her room. As I reached for the door, she pushed me against the wall, locking me in place. Our faces were inches apart, tension thick in the air.

"How hard is it to answer my question? How difficult is it to respond?" she asked with a trembling voice.

"If I say Zyrone is not our son, will you believe me?" I challenged. She shook her head.

"No," she replied firmly.

"Then that's settled. Let me go. I'll take my son and leave," I asserted, attempting to push past her, but she stood her ground.

"Do you even know if Zyrone is truly yours?" I lied, unsure of my own feelings. Despite uncovering the truth, I couldn't deny the lingering pain in my heart for her.

"It doesn't matter. You don't have the right to question me anymore. What am I to you? Some things are better left unknown," I declared. She laughed incredulously, shaking her head.

"What are you doing to me? Don't forget, I'm still your wife," she threatened.

"I'm not your wife anymore. We ended that a long time ago," I insisted.

"It's time to move on, Kian, whether you realize it or not," she urged.

"Why should I move on if I don't want to? You are still my wife, legally, in our parents' eyes, in society's eyes, and most importantly, in God's eyes," she asserted firmly.

"You have the audacity to say that after everything you've done," I choked back tears, feeling the weight of our history.

"Let's agree that we're not officially divorced yet. But rest assured, I'll file for it tomorrow," I stated firmly.

"Don't you dare. I'll tear up that paper right in front of you," she vowed.

"That's why I'm here. I'll make amends. I'll correct my mistakes," I pushed back, feeling the weight of my actions.

"But you didn't even consider my feelings when you kissed that woman, knowing it would hurt me," she scolded, tears welling in her eyes.

"I'll make amends. I promise," she whispered softly.

"Just don't file for an annulment," she pleaded. I nodded solemnly.

"You can't force me if I choose not to, Kian. Let me go, and I'll take my son."

"Our son, Asteria!" she exclaimed in frustration. I released her and headed straight to her room. As I reached for my son, I noticed the photos on her bedside table - one from my pregnancy and another of us kissing. Glancing at our wedding picture hanging on the wall, I couldn't help but reflect on our past.

"I hope we can reclaim those happy memories," I expressed to Kian, who stood behind me. I turned to her.

"Don't hold onto false hope, Kian. It's over between us," I declared as I took my son and prepared to depart.

"I hope this will be our final conversation," I concluded, walking away, leaving behind the remnants of our complicated past.

Kian Calen Levington POV

My heart shattered once more upon hearing those hurtful words from the person I love deeply. I acknowledge my mistake of being tempted and kissing that girl, but I immediately pushed her away when thoughts of my pregnant wife flooded my mind. However, that incident became a significant stain on our relationship with Asteria, haunting us to this day. The shadow of the past still lingers, especially with Kate remaining a lingering issue in our lives.

I deeply regret my actions. The memory of it weighs heavily on me, knowing it drove Asteria further away. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the weight of my remorse. I pray that Asteria doesn't follow through with the mention of divorce, even though not explicitly stated. I have no doubt that Zyrone is my son, evident in the familiar resemblance we share. I hold onto a photo of his face, a constant reminder of our bond.

I discovered that she had actually been in the United States, not Korea, and went in search of her there. Despite my efforts, she had moved on to another place. Our son has been living and working independently. I am determined to do whatever it takes to reunite our family, even if it means facing challenges head-on. I refuse to give up now after waiting for years. I will go to great lengths to bring her back to me, to rebuild what we once had.

I am committed to making amends for the lost five years. I need to strategize and take decisive steps towards reconciliation. I cannot afford to be complacent, knowing Asteria's tendency to retreat. The fear of her escaping again looms, possibly leading to a situation where I might never see them again. As I gaze at our picture together, I cling to hope.

"We will find happiness again, Asteria. I will work to rebuild our family," I vowed, determined to mend what was broken and restore the love we once shared.