Turning Point (A Reaching Out Novel)

One Hundred Eighteen

Harry
If she really was home, she probably used her favorite entrance. And our home has a four entrances, and she rarely uses the main one, it's always the third. So, we decided to go with the third.
"Will, can you go home?" I said
"What, right now?"
"Yeah, Allana and I would need to talk and-"
"You gotta need time on your own." He said
"Please?"
"Sure."
"Thank you."
Austin has his earpiece back and I think he's listening on something.
"Excuse me sir?" He said
"Yeah?"
"She's here."
"Oh great! Where?"
Austin asked the earpiece, and I waited for an answer, anyway Austin has to park the car in the garage.
"She's just putting Zachary into sleep and-"
"She's in the nursery?" I said
"Sir, I think it's best that you find her. If you use us-"
"Just let me out." I said
I entered the house and went to the nursery but it was only Nancy in there, watching Zachary.
"Oh, good evening sir." She said, curtsying
I looked at the crib, at sleeping Zachary.
"He's home." I said
"Yes, sir. The Duchess is waiting for you." She said
"Oh, where is she?"
"She didn't say."
I love my wife, I really do but I am getting tired of this going around thing. This is a pretty big place and I really don't spend much time going around it, Allana oversaw the renovation, and she knows this place a lot.
"Right, I have to go look for her." I said
Okay, I have to think. Allana and I need to talk, but we have a lot of eyes watching and ears listening around here and for sure all of them would want to know what the hell is happening between us. If she came home, she would want to know what happened and even though she doesn't want to, we are gonna talk about it. It's gonna be messy and pretty loud, knowing her.
And I might be taking a lot of blows today, and I might know where she is. But she won't go waiting for me in our bedroom for half an hour, she won't do that even for sex. She really does hate waiting.
So, I went to the kitchens, well not the kitchen-kitchen but her kitchen. She has her own kitchen and she hangs out in it sometimes but when she's stressed, she cooks.
"Does it taste well?" I heard her voice as I approached the doors.
"Yes, very well, Your Highness."
And then I entered and the head chef was looking at me but Allana had her back facing the door as she was tending to her cooking.
"Oh, good evening Sir." He said
"Good evening uh-" I said but I stopped because she faced me.
"Well, uh I think it would be best if you took the night early. I mean, I already made the meal for my family." She said
"Right away, madam. Thank you." He said as he bowed and left us.
"Uh, hello love." I said
She began placing the cooked meal on the serving plate.
"You found me." She said
"Yeah, it wasn't quite easy, I went around and around and-" she was still not facing me, I have been so eager to find her but I haven't really prepared what was going to happen. I am so nervous, like she's gonna throw the meal that she cooked across my face.
"Love, can-" I started
"Stop calling me that." She said
I blinked and bit my lip.
"Can we talk?" I said
"Why, do we have something to talk about?"
"Yes, please can we just talk?" I said
"You talk." 
"Love, I talk, and please you listen?" I said
She dropped her ladle, making a loud clink and then looked at me.
"God! You're asking too much! Harry, just talk if you want, explain if you need. You say we need to talk, then fucking start it."
I could see the rage in her eyes, she didn't want to look at me or even just talk to me.
"Okay, last request, can we talk in private?" I said
She glared at me and walked away from the kitchen, and I just followed her, and we were in our bedroom.
She sat on the couch and I poured myself a glass of scotch.
"I haven't been exactly telling the truth to my family members." I said
"Great, that's awesome! I mean, I just literally heard that the palace denied the whole affair thing and is suing the uh, the fucking bitch but if we are here to talk about that, please Your Highness, enlighten me." She said
I sat on the table in front of her.
"Well, I was telling the truth but not the whole truth. We met in the US, in an event that I can't even remember, honestly. I was going around with the main host of the event and he was introducing me to people. She wasn't exactly one of the big names, in fact I hadn't even heard of her until that event. I was going around for an hour and a half, socializing and then I took a break on the open bar, got my usual scotch on the rocks thing. And then she approached me."
Allana wasn't even looking at me. She had her gaze focused on the windows, but she was chewing on her inner lip. She wants to listen but she just doesn't want to look at me.
"She introduced herself, but then I got a good look on her and she was wearing this, it can't even be considered to be called a gown but it was this dress that will make most men look twice at her, but I was never into that kinds of girls, especially those who show much skin. But then I got my drink already, I politely excused myself and went back to my seat."
She frowned.
"You got a girl pregnant just by politely excusing yourself? Wow, you sir have magic powers." She said
"No, the story doesn't end there. But thank you for listening. Anyway, after getting my drink, I went back to socializing again, after all it was a social event and I am a representative of the crown, but then I happened to talk to a producer or a talent manager of some sort, and it turns out that she was managing the girl that I was talking to the bar. So, the girl came and joined the conversation. I can't remember what we were talking about, I wasn't drunk or anything, I was just plain uninterested. I wanted to go home, like here, run a warm bath and be with you but I wasn't. I was talking to these women who obviously want something out of me. I was pulled out from the conversation by Austin, who I think saw how uncomfortable I am with talking to them. And then we went back to the hotel, I ran my warm bath and then called you."
"Wow, so what, you got a girl pregnant just by having a fifteen minute conversation with her?"
"No, I didn't get her pregnant okay? I never even touched her. We shared a conversation that night, and then I walked away. And then, for some reason, I think she's stalking me because she showed up in one of my events again. She said hello, and reintroduced herself again, but then I was talking to other people and she just stood there as if she's a member of my circle or even just the conversation. She annoyed me and I had Austin discreetly remove her from the venue. She snuck in and wasn't even on the list." I stopped and drank my scotch.
"When I got back here in England, we were doing so well and then she called me, on my personal phone. I don't know how she got my number but she did call me, and said that the missed me. She sounded a bit drunk and I thought that she was a bit delusional, I mean, how can you miss someone whom you just had a conversation with. The only physical contact that we had was a handshake, I wasn't even friendly with her, didn't give her even the slightest touch on the arm. I had Barry block the number, and she retaliated."
I looked at Allana, who was fighting hard the tears from falling down.
"I never had an affair love. The pictures that was on the internet was a little unfair and incriminating, nobody posted other photos of me with other people in the events. It was just me and Mara, and we weren't really a thing. There was never a thing love. Never, I couldn't and wouldn't do that to Zachary and most especially, to you." I said, reaching for her hands.
"Never, love. It never happened. Nothing happened between Mara and me. Sure, the trip was long and lonely but I never really got so lonely that I would hook up with random girls, I swear. I woke up each day thinking that every day that I wake up takes me one day closer to coming back home to you."
She looked at me, with pain in her eyes, her hands still unmoving from mine. She wasn't gripping or doing anything with it.
"God, I wish I can believe you." She said, as she started sobbing and she threw my hands away from her.
"Love, please. Nothing really happened, I swear on our son." I said, as I also started tearing up.
I looked at her, and she's back not to looking at me.
"Remember what you said to me before we got engaged? That you never want our son to experience what you have, with having a half-sister and well, dealing with your father's mistress and we promised that we won't ever have our children experience divorce. I plan on standing by on our word back then-"
She looked at me, hard and cold in the eye.
"You want me to believe that?" She said
"I want you to believe the truth. And what I am saying is the truth." I said
She wiped the stream of tears that has already stained her cheeks.
"I really wish there weren't a lot of versions to listen."
"Love-"
"And you're gonna say that the only version that matters is yours."
I looked down, rubbing my fingers.
We were silent for a while, I was focused on my fingers and she was maybe, focused on the window behind me.
She stood up and I didn't face her but I think she stood somewhere behind me.
"Please say something." I said as I faced her, she was standing near the window, her back facing me.
And then the next thing I know, my face hit the couch. She threw a throw pillow on my head. Seriously, never have a pillow fight with a former volleyball player.
"Say something? Are you kidding me?" She said
I sat up, my head is still hurting and my vision spinning. She hit me hard.
"Or throw me something, any reaction would do." I said
She threw me one of those throw pillows that are hard enough not to be called pillows. I have no idea why the fuck do we have that but we do have it anyway.
"I really want to kill you right now." She said, throwing me another pillow again, and again it hit my face.
Seriously, why do we have these kinds of pillows!
"Please don't do it with those pillows." I whispered
And I think she heard me because she threw me another one, and again, it hit me on the face.
"Ow!" I said, this is gonna leave a bruise on my face.
She growled at me and then left the room.
"Love, come o-" I said but then the door was already closed and I went straight to the mirror and looked at my face.
And it's red and patchy. I guess I deserve this.