His Redemption

Chapter 3

Anwar's POV

As I sit down in my office looking down at the stack of papers on my desk I can't seem to find the strength to do my work but as always the show must go on.

Being one of the toughest mafia King only cruelty is expected from me. And over the years I have become more ruthless than anybody would imagine. I guess that's one of the perks of being heartbroken man.

Never have I ever thought that the woman I love would ever betrayed me, I do have this dangling feeling in the back of my mind telling me that maybe I have intercepted the situation in a wrongful way but how can I mistaken the situation while all the evidences pointed at her.

Like all times when these kind of thoughts comes into my mind I just shake my head as if I can be able to shake the thought Away. My mind has accepted what has happened, but my annoying and stubborn heart that always seems to put doubts in the back of my mind that maybe I'm the one who is wrong maybe she had never betrayed me.

It Has been years now, ten years to be exact. I don't know where she is and I never want to know, All I know is she's the woman who betrayed me she's the one who stabbed me in the back, She's the one woman who I gave her my heart and soul and all she did was Step on it and destroyed completely.

I no longer believe in love, I no longer believe in trusting other people and I definitely no longer believe a woman. Sure I'm married and have a son but doesn't mean I'm happy ,it doesn't mean that the woman I have is the one I love.

The child that we have is only mistake no let me correct it. He's a gift That came to me in the toughest times, Though He was conceived at a difficult time and he was never meant to exist his mother was just a woman who was a whore that I Once used To make hurt my wife as I was so angry to be tied to her little did I know that I was a fool and when I got to know my beautiful.. innocent wife.. I couldn't help myself but to fall head over heels for her.

Looking back maybe I deserved to be betrayed by her as I had once treated her so badly that would put a nun into shame. But I though we were pass that. I idiotically thought she forgave me, but I guess maybe she thought betraying me was the best punishment that seems fit for an abusive husband.

Though, years have passed but my heart still remains in the past hoping foolishly that maybe I was wrong maybe just maybe she was framed.

And if she was then, I have made the most greatest mistake of my life and deep down I know she'll never forgive me for not trusting her if and only if she was framed.

Shifting my gaze from the desk to the window, Seeing the sun almost setting giving of this reddish color and Faintly I could hear a sound and I know who it is. Who is going to approach my office soon and then I heard the door knob twisting revealing dark mop of hairs.

Through the reflection in the mirror that I'm Using to gaze on the horizon.I can see when the door opens through the dark mop of Hairs And I know who's the culprit more like a naughty culprit Whom I'm pretty sure he's here to hide after causing trouble"

"Mhh, I want to see who is the one that dares to sneak and hide in my office" I say pretending like I don't know who exactly is standing there.
"I hope it's not my son coming to hide after being naughty again. If it is then he won't get this candy that I'm hiding under the table" I add getting from the chair and head for the door slowly without making any sound.

"Gotcha!!" I say, as I pull him from the door and straight to me, making him squeal. Lifting him up on my shoulder I decide to ask him "so, tell papa what have you done this time".

He takes along time to answer me back, which only means he has done something big that'll get him into serious trouble with his mother "Idestroyedthecacklethatmomorderedtobemadeforyou" he says so fast that I can't seem to catch "pardon could you repeat it again?" I ask him my voice so full of amusement, if he keeps this up am going to laugh so hard it's badly enough I can't contain it.

"I destroyed the cake that Mom ordered to be made for you" he answers in this small voice. Pulling him down from my shoulders and making him stand up before me, I kneel down so at least my height wouldn't intimidate him since am 7ft tall and I always stick out and coupled that with my muscled body that makes me look like a giant.

"Don't worry it's just a cake but did you enjoy it?"I tell him and he looks up at me with this glint of happiness knowing that am not mad then he's not going to get into trouble with his mother because he knows am on his side and honestly i will always be on his side. "Yeah, Papa it was so delicious" he answers me happily.