CHAPTER 28

Five am in the morning Andrei woke me up. I hovered over his arm for a moment; I could breathe easily when it was bandaged. The cut was not big, maybe so he just covered it so I wouldn't see it again.

"Pack your things baby," he said in a bedroom voice, which made me freeze—and horny—at the same time.

What now Cassandra?

I did not object anymore and just did what he wanted. He left the room. Maybe he'd also pack his things.

Hey, two more days of patience, Cassandra.

I picked up Andrei's cellphone on the side table. He didn't take it from me since I borrowed it, he let me use his phone, but I can only call Mommy.

Even if I wanted to call Rozz I couldn't. Jeez! I'm here at his territory.

I felt guilty about my fiancé, but I just ignored it. I'll just explain when I get home.

I dialed my mom's number as I packed my clothes. I was bored for a moment, remembering that he had almost prepared it all. He already bought some undies and clothes before he even brought me here.

What an asshole.

"Hello? You called early my dear," my mom said after accepting my call.

"How's Adrian mom? Is he okay?" I asked first.

"He's still sleeping. Don't worry he's okay. Ayesha will bring Daeshaia later, so they can play," my mom informed me.

"I miss him," I said and let out a deep sigh.

Mommy's line was quiet for a moment before I heard a sigh.

"I know it's hard Cassandra. But let him explain, just for Adrian's sake. At the end of the day, he's still Adrian's father," she spoke softly.

I stopped packing and turned a blind eye, holding on tightly to the phone.

Yes, Andrei is my son's father.

Four years ago when I arrived in America, I noticed that I was still experiencing the same symptoms I had when I was pregnant. That's when I found out that I was still pregnant; the doctor said that I only lost one of the twins.

I felt a mixture of joy and sadness during those times. Glad because the Lord did not take everything from me, but grief because one of my future children is really gone.

I took care of myself during those times. Fearing that my remaining child might be ruined again, I called Mommy and looked for Azaia. Luckily, Azaia accepted my offer to be my personal nurse, so Mommy's ticket immediately prompted her to follow me.

After a month, Ayesha also came to my place of residence. I was so shocked back then, she cried hard after hugging me. She was broken that time and all I could do was console her. Two weeks had passed, and we found out that she's pregnant also.

During the time we were pregnant, Azaia took care of us. We never heard about anything in the Philippines. Aside from the fact that we decided to move on, we also avoided stress, fearing that what we were carrying would be ruined.

When I gave birth to Adrian, I felt like I had been given hope again to fix my life. I was given a reason to continue.

That was also the time Rozz came. He returned to America to understand their business. It is funny to think that the Lord really gave me a reason to live for my son. MW has branches in America, but I decided not to work there, because my schedule would've been too hectic. I also wanted to experience parenting with my child. That's why Rozz and I worked in the company, he took me as his secretary, so that in case Adrian needed me, I could be there.

After three months, Ayesha also gave birth and was able to rest for a month, she also followed me to work. We didn't have the same job, but we worked for the same company.

We are very thankful that Azaia is the one who took care of our children. I had planned to send her home after I gave birth, but she stayed by our sides. Even if we pay her, it still does not match what we are indebted to her. I didn't know that she was such a good nurse; she was able to take care of both Ayesha's child and my child.

We spent four years working. Sometimes the kids were taken for a walk when there was still time left. That's how we lived during those years, until Mommy got sick, so I decided to go home. Although Mommy's condition was not serious, I also realized that she needed me. She is not young anymore, and I am the only one left to support her. Ayesha and Azaia immediately decided to join, even though we both knew we would have a problem here in the Philippines.

In our last three months in America while preparing everything for our return to the Philippines, Rozz confessed to me. I could not refuse him, because apart from being so kind to us, I knew it was worth giving him a chance. I can't say I like him, but I know it will be easy for me to learn to.

When it was our last week, he surprised me again with his proposal. His actions were so fast; he told me that he was afraid that when I returned to the Philippines, he would have nothing to hold on to me. I felt pity in that moment, Rozz did nothing but support and understand me. I know the feeling where you do not have confidence in your partner, because I have already gone through that, so I agreed to his proposal. We were happy; him because I agreed, and myself, because I will start to open my heart.

And then this shit happened.

"Daughter, are you still there?"

I sighed before slowly taking a deep breath.

"I'll try Mommy. I also plan to let him know about Adrian after the holidays. Maybe it's time for him to find out about our child." I whispered weakly.

"You can do that Cassandra. Adrian and I are just here for you. If you can, give Andrei a chance too." Mommy seemed to be talking.

I was out of breath. "Mommy, you know what he did to me right? He betrayed me and you still like him for me? Besides you know that I will marry someone else Mommy. I'm just going to tell him about Adrian, so Rozz and I can start well." I explained.

Mommy, on the other hand, sighed on the other line and remained silent, as if she was thinking something.

"Why don't you like Rozz mom? I noticed before Daddy died that your treatment of him changed." I said, and waited for her response.

"Just be careful of your decisions my dear. Please take marriage seriously." She avoided my question.

I just closed my eyes and forced a smile, even though she could not see me. "I'll hang up mom. I'm packing the clothes I'm going to bring. Just kiss and hug my son." I said.

"Take care my princess. Don't worry about Adrian, he's fine. Goodbye." She said and ended the call.

I slowly lowered the phone from my ear.

I miss Adrian so much.

I remembered for a moment that he was looking for his Daddy when I first called him. I felt a mixture of shock and wonder at that moment, because he had never asked about him in America.

Maybe because we are in the Philippines now. I thought.

I did not lie to my son about his father. I told him Andrei and I, who used to be married, and that we separated after a few months of marriage. I told him, even though he did not ask about his father. I told him because I thought our marriage had been annulled.

I closed my eyes tightly. Suddenly, hot breath hit my neck, followed by a soft kiss on the shoulder. From behind me, he slowly wrapped his hands around my waist before burying his face on my shoulder.

"Your thoughts are too deep. You didn't even realize I was here. Are you okay?" There is a streak of anxiety in his voice.

I just nodded in response and resumed my packing. He kept hugging me while watching what I was doing.

Why the fuck am I letting him hug me?!