Beautiful Betrayal

Feeling Emotions

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"Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."

~Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker as I drove toward Uncle James's house. i was shocked  when I received  her call, I never thought in a thousand years she would reach out to me. My surprise doubled when she said that Asher wanted to talk to me—my son wanted to talk to me.

God, I'm feeling emotions I've never felt before. My heart swelled with love when I first heard my son call me "daddy." His voice was so sweet and angelic, a melody to my ears.

I already stood up from my office chair but when he said he wanted to see me the moment he expressed that desire, I ran toward the elevator—I literally ran. I was so eager to meet him, to finally see him face-to-face.

I was already in a state of euphoria and when she asked if I was coming, knowing the answer herself. In that moment, I saw a glimmer of hope for me And right then, I made a decision: no matter what, I was going to keep them both in my life. I was going to keep my home.

I sped up, and twenty minutes later, I entered the property and ended the call. With eager hands, I unbuckled my seatbelt and rushed out of the car toward the front door. By the time I reached the door, I was breathless, but I didn't care. I rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, a maid opened the door.

"Where is Victoria?" I asked urgently but Before she could answer, I saw a glance of her in the  living room, so I quickly walked toward her.

Entering the room, there she was, sitting on the sofa with our son nestled against her chest like a little koala. She was gently stroking his head, her touch filled with so much love and tenderness.

Time seemed to stop as I witnessed this beautiful scene. My heart swelled with happiness and love, overwhelmed by the sight of my family.

As I stood there, lost in the moment, Victoria looked up at me, and our eyes met. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. She always had this effect on me—her goddess like presence always left me breathless.

Feeling the change in his mother's demeanor, Asher turned around, and for the first time, our eyes met.

Looking at him felt like I was seeing a younger version of myself in the mirror—the same hair color, the same eyes, nose, and lips. He was like a Xerox copy of me.

"Hey, buddy," I called out with a smile. He looked at me curiously, then turned to his mother for reassurance.

"Mommy..."

"Baby, he's your daddy. Go and say hello to him," she gently encouraged. With a look of determination, he quickly jumped off her lap and walked towards me on his little legs.

As he stood in front of me, he looked up at my face, studying me intently. I got down on my knees to be at his level, trying to hold back the overwhelming emotions welling up inside.

"Hello, Daddy," he said shyly, extending his hand for a handshake. My eyes welled up with tears, moved by the moment. Keeping my emotions in check, I took his tiny hand in mine, feeling the warmth of his touch.

Without a second thought, I pulled him into a hug, holding him close to my chest. His baby scent was soothing to my soul, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a profound sense of completeness and peace.

As a few minutes passed, Asher wiggled in my embrace, causing me to chuckle softly. I gently broke the hug and took his tiny hands in mine.

"You are my daddy?" he asked, his eyes full of curiosity and trust.

"Yes, buddy, I am," I replied, smiling warmly.

"So you have to stay with me. All my friends’ mommies and daddies are together. Are you also going to stay with us?"

"Yes, baby, I will," I assured him.

"You promise, Daddy? You will not leave me?"

"Yes, yes, baby, I promise," I said, my voice firm with sincerity.

Asher’s face lit up with joy, and he turned to Victoria with excitement. "Mommy, you heard? Daddy is going to stay with us! Yayyy!"

Victoria smiled, but her eyes saying something else "Yes, sweetheart, Daddy is staying with us," she confirmed.

I got up, lifting Asher into my arms, and kissed his cheek, savoring the precious moment. Before I could say anything more, I heard Uncle James's angry voice behind me.

"What are you doing in my house?"

I turned around to face him, fully aware that I hadn't been welcome here for the past five years. This house had once been my second home, but my own foolish actions had led to the turmoil in my life. Uncle James had always treated me like a son, but after I broke his daughter’s heart, I saw a different side of him—one filled with justified anger.

I knew I deserved every second of his displeasure. He had every right to be furious with me.

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