Step Brother 2: Jealousy (Completed)

Fourteen

Ok so heads up, I'm Irish.
So these next couple of chapters that are based in Ireland, will be in real places. The way people talk in Ireland, will be how people in Dublin actually talk. So I hope it won't be confusing, but I want to be real. I'm not going to have Dubliners, talk like they're from America. Anyone who is familiar with how English people talk, and their slang, it's similar to how Irish talk. A few different sayings here and there. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
You'll learn how I talk everyday 😂

"Did you just say Ireland?" I say with a wide open mouth. "Wait! What about Kaida? And my Mom? Ronaldo, Sab.." As I talk, he cuts me off. Not rudely, but more so that he can ease my worries. "They're on there way to Canada."

"Wait, why are we going all the way to Ireland?"

"Well, because we're not safe here. We're not safe in England either"

"But, yet you'll send my daughter to Canada. You're keeping me safe. Whose keeping them safe? I can't just run away Rome. I can't just leave them fend for themselves. They're in danger too."

"No. They have Justin. He's looking after them. Not just him, but Brady too. Logan won't go to Canada. I can't say why, but trust me."

"So why can't we go there too?"

"You just can't. Look, you wouldn't be safe there, but the others will be. Do you trust me Kate?"

He looks me in the eye, with his soft, delicate, loving eyes. Man have I missed how he looks at me. Do I trust him?

"More than anything."
I say wholeheartedly. I do. I trust him probably more than anyone else. Isn't that strange? What's wrong with me? After everything, it's only now I realised just how big of a mistake I made not choosing him.

"Can I be honest?"
I asked, but I was afraid he'd say yes. It's all becoming clear, for once I'm actually allowing myself to feel, to be honest with myself.

"Always."
He says softly, as he drives like a maniac.

"Deep down, I had hoped that you would come for me. That's stupid I know. Because I chose him, you had no reason to fight for me, but I hoped that if you really did love me, like I hoped you did, if I really could trust you, like I wanted to, that the way you would show me, is by coming back."

He looked back at me for a quick second, like he was stuck for words.

...

"But, I did."

"You did?"

"Yes. I called and text you, just before the wedding, but you never called or text me back. I tried again the next day, but you must have blocked my number."

I sat in shock for almost a minute. Contemplating what he was saying.

"I.. I never received any calls or texts?... He must have seen them, and blocked you, because I didn't."

Then realisation hit me, he knew all along and hid it from me. Why would he do that? Did he know that deep down I hoped Rome would show me that he loved me? That I could actually trust his words? My marriage was a sham, on both sides.