Stolen

Chapter 5

Hey guys it's me again. I changed the cover and hope ya'll like it. I just want to say I love you all and I hope this book makes a big break. The wattys are a goal of mine. In this chapter I just thought I'd give you another side of the story: Robyn's mothers point of view just so you understand that she doesn't hate Robyn. So keep reading, vote, comment, recommend and ILY all.

The things people do for love... Innumerable.
The things people do in love... Unbelievable
The things people do to keep their sanity in a world where mistakes are crimes.
She knew Robyn would never know but she will never forget. As the saying goes, old habits die hard. Once bitten twice shy.

Ronda's POV

My life has been a hustle since Robyn's birth.

When I discovered I was pregnant for her I was overjoyed. Very glad that I was finally getting another chance at life.
But I was also scared, my days were filled with worry over how we would handle her expenses.

At that time Jermaine's career was not yet a big thing. Just a startup really. But still, he would have been able to take care of us; if not for Adrian.

Jermaine did not have that much in way of savings, assets or insurance when Adrian our first son was born. We were glad to have a baby and more so a boy. That joy was short lived.
Two months into his life, young Adrian developed a severe respiratory infection. We went to everyone we knew, my grandma, Jermaine's dad, no one could tell what the problem was much less profer a solution.

All anybody could discern was that Adrian's breathing pattern and the shrill sound, like iron scratching iron, that echoed from his constantly opened mouth as he took in gasps of breath were not good signs.

I and Jermaine took the child to every reputable hospital and surgeon we knew and by so doing poured all our financial resources into an abyss.
Nothing was found. People called our son an anomaly, a rare work of nature.
He was still my son.

Most doctors and surgeons that worked on him gave him six more months, one year tops.
He was still my son.
As this was going on, the media house Jermaine was working as a monthly show presenter had a huge dip in revenue generation and decided to lay off some employees.

Jermaine came home that day with tears in his eyes, sack letter in his hand. I wanted to explode, or just vaporize.
Few days later Adrian stopped breathing.
I woke up in the middle of the night to discover a still lifeless Adrian.

My screams woke Jermaine up. I still remember the sharp throb of heartache I felt when it dawned on me in full swing.

My baby's dead!

The words hurt more than the reality.
Left with no money and down three months in our mortgage payment we were kicked out into the cold hard world. We had to start over. We, I and Jermaine, moved into his grandfathers house where we were accepted with open arms.

We didn't dare go back to my family.
We knew better than to go where I was severely discouraged from getting married to Jermaine to ask for help.
We'd just be called failures and rejected.

In the Dallas home and under nana's, Jermaine's mom's, care, I slowly but surely learned the art of culinary prowess. That was where I learnt to put a piece of heaven on a plate and that was where I fell pregnant with Robyn.

I don't know, I guess I just got used to working my ass off day and night to set things straight and even after Jermaine got a contract to anchor the six O'clock news I just kept working. Before long just enough money and my work moved from a responsibility to a hobby, a pastime.

Then winter 2096 came and along with it came my TV show, fame, wealth and eventually my TV station and franchise.
And my pastime became an obligation.
With all the weight on my shoulders as a personal brand and the proprietary authority in a conglomerate of world leading brands the responsibility was way to much to leave and never look back.

I didn't work my way to the top just to back out when the chips were down. And I know that it might cost me my mother-daughter relationship but believe me it's all for her.

So I don't lose her...
like Adrian.