My 419 Nightmare

8. Regret... Sure...

Kit's POV

I park my car at the back of my restaurant and I saw Mew is already waiting for me at the back door.

"She's still here?"

"Yes, boss. Inside your office. She seems to have stop crying."

"Okay. Let me handle this. Head fast to LGT. If I can't make it back on time, take charge of the kitchen."

"Yes, boss."

I tap on his back, urging him to go before I head in. The kitchen is busy preparing for the after lunch crowd. Yes... I know, my restaurant is a bit weird. We would only open after the lunch hour ended. But hey... it's a novelty. The customers seem to like it.

I oversee the progress in the kitchen for a bit before heading to my office. I gave a knock before entering. I'm stunned. The woman who was sitting at my couch is definitely the last woman I want to meet right now.

"Lynn."

She looks up to me before standing up and rush to hug me. I snap back from my reverie as her perfume assault my sense. I hold out my hand to her shoulder, stopping her from hugging me.

"What are you doing here, Lynn?"

I can see she was taken aback by my cold tone. Is this woman for real? You betrayed me and you can't accept it when I treated you coldly?

I move away from her, leaning on my work desk. She seems to hesitate for a bit, eyeing me with teary eyes, before slowly sit at the single-seat sofa next to the door.

She looks worn out. Heavy eye bags, unkempt messy hair and a tear stricken face with no makeup.

Lynn would never be seen in public like this. She wouldn't even be like this at home. The only thing that resembles the original Lynn is that bright pink Gucci, her signature style.

I bought it for her.

"What brings you here?"

I asked her again, pondering what have happened to her. She keeps staring at me, trying to speak but then she bit her lower lip, stopping herself.

"Well, if you have nothing to say, please go now. I'm busy and you are wasting my time."

I know I might have sound too cruel but I really have no strength left to handle any drama with this woman. And hell, this woman is as dramatic as a fleeting peacock. I wonder what am I thinking back then when I start dating her years ago. Heck... I even have the notion to propose to her. I shiver involuntarily thinking about that.

"I need to tell you something."

She finally says something after a full pregnant pause. I glance at the clock, it's already 1:30. I sigh, knowing I wouldn't be able to head back to LGT. This will take a while.

"What is it? Shoot it fast. I need to open my restaurant at two."

I turn and walk around my desk, taking my seat. I can see she is fidgeting on the sofa.

"Tik tok, Lynn."

"I'm... pregnant, Kit."

Wow... I wasn't expecting that. I studied her a bit before I continue.

"Congratulations then. How many months now?"

"Three."

Her answer come on in a small voice. I scoff inwardly. This woman...

"Then... what are you doing here? You should be at home, taking care of your baby. Oh... and congratulation on taking up the international runway. I saw the news."

I stand up, getting ready to usher her out before she says something that stops my track.

"It yours, Kit. It's yours."

I peered at her carefully before letting out a small laugh. I can see her eyes unfocused, darting around, while her hands are playing with the fold of her dress, a clear sign of lying.

"Sure. We never have sex and now you're pregnant. How the technologies have improved now days."

I walk to her and kneel before her. She trembled hard with tears running down her cheeks. I wipe out some of it with my fingers and hold her chin, urging her to look at me.

"Now, Lynn. Tell me the truth. What do you want from me?"

She sucks her breath hard, trying to keep breathing. I know how cold I can sound, how terrifying the atmosphere can be, when I switch on my inner demon. My real self. I smirk at her, thinking I should be thanking my old Dada for this.

"I- I..."

She trembled harder now, stuttering her words away. I stand back, leaning on my desk again, looking down on her.

"I'm sorry, Kit. I'm- I'm- really sorry. I regret... this. Pl- pl- please, Kit help me."

"Regret? Why would you be? You already achieve what you want. You should be proud of your hard work."

I wonder how long have she been cheating on me prior to that night. If she's three months pregnant then... She must have been cheating on me for at least that long.

"He... he dumped me. I have no one now, Kit. Please... I can't face the world with a baby now. Especially without the father. Please, Kit. Everyone knows we are dating."

She plead at me fluently. Looks like the cold look from before doesn't work anymore. Well... I have to tone it down or else she can't say a word. Then we'll be stuck here for eternity.

I mull over her last sentence. Everyone knows we are dating? I scoff again, shaking my head, feeling funny.

"Lynn... no one knows we are dating. We never go out to places that we can be seen together. I'm always busy here at the restaurant and on my off day, we meet here, in my restaurant. Other than that, we either spend time in my house or at yours. So who...pray tell, who knows about us?"

She stops trembling, taking in every word I say. I can see she realized the truth about it. She never tells anyone about us too, that I can be sure. She denies having any relationship in public, citing to me that she is still new and want the public to focus on her career, not her personal life. I gather that is because of my identity as a celebrated chef so I complied with her.

I glance again to the clock on my wall. It's almost two. I straightened up, walk to the door and proceed to open and hold it... for her.

"Now out you go, Lynn. We both have make our own choices. The moment you betrayed my trust is the moment I have let you go. I never asked any questions because I know I might be in the wrong and you will blame me."

They always did I.

"So... please go. I'm busy."

She stands up, glaring at me with tears still pouring down her cheeks.

"You're cruel, Kit."

I smiled at her, still holding the door with one hand while the other, gesturing her to get out.

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell others that this is your child? We have pictures together, somewhere. I know we do."

I double jerk my brows at her. Is this woman for real? I slowly closed the door, slipping my hands in my pockets.

"What you gonna say? That I abandoned you, after you got pregnant? Honey, I only need to wait for another six months to proceed with the DNA test and show the world the baby is not mine. And... if you try to abort it now and still want to show the world I wronged you, I can do the same to you too. Either way... I'll make sure you never get a chance to step out in public again."

I walk to her slowly, making her stumble back to the couch. She looks up at me, with eyes darting around, trembling in fear.

"Just in case you need more information on what I can and will do, Google my last name. Add an E at the end of it." I growl lowly to her ear.

I hate this. I start to become like them. I start to become an...

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