Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

OLIVIA

“I didn’t mean to hurt your mother; you have got to believe that, we spent weeks scouting and learning that man’s routine. Your mother was never with him, he was always alone. We thought he was alone that day as well, but your mother was with him.” he tried to explain but my head was buzzing and the pain I felt in my heart was unimaginable.

He claimed to love her and yet, he killed her. “Why did you want to kill the poor man in the first place? He did nothing to you!” I yelled in anger. “He was not as inocent as you think, he did nothing to me, but he was abusing your mother. The bastard hit her, and I was not golug to sit back and let it happen. The plan was to get rid of him. and take you both into hiding so the Don won’t find you.

I chuckled. “How did that work out for you, huh?” he averted his gaze from me and looked back out the window. It didn’t work out as you know, the love of my life died because of me.” that was all he could think about. What about me? I suffered after mother died; I became a burden to my grandmother.

“Did grandma know about you?” he nodded, oh, dear Lord. Why didn’t she tell me? “She said she would tell you when the time was right. But she didn’t want me coming around or being in your life after your mother died. She blamed me for it even though she didn’t know I was actually involved. She blamed me because I left and hurt her.”

I wished I had more time with grandma. I wished I could ask her why she didn’t tell me about the monster sitting next to me. “Why are you telling me this now? You could have let me live in ignorance. Why did you have to tell me, what do you hope to gain by telling me?” he sighed.

“Because Elodie knows, and I didn’t want her to be the one to tell you. I wanted to tell you the truth myself. I didn’t mean to kill Sara and…”

“But you did, because of you I grew up without a mother!” I yelled, he killed my mother, I would have loved to know her, feel her love even if she was cold and distant. Her being around would have made a huge difference in my life. But he stole that from me. he robbed me of her. I couldn’t stop my tears.

“I am sorry, Olivia. You don’t know the hell I have been living in since that incident. Knowing that I had a hand in her death killed me and of course, it made the Don happy. He thought I killed her on purpose…”

“I don’t give a fuck about the Don or the hell you were in! my son, will never get to meet her, you robbed him of that, and you robbed me of her love and everything I would have gotten from her. I want nothing to do with you. stay away from me and my son.” I wished I could get out of the car and walk.

But we were still far from town, those guys took me out of town, and I hated them for it. I didn’t want to be next to that man anymore. I wanted nothing to do with him. “I will stay away if that is what you want. But I want you to know that there is not a day that passes without me thinking about what I did. It will forever haunt me, and I am sorry.”

As if sorry was going to bring back my mother, yes, he was trying to help her, but he shouldn’t have tried to kill my father. He should have just sent people to scare him into stopping what he was doing to my mother. But because he was a criminal who always used violence to solve his problems. He thought killing him was the best solution. Look where that got him, where It got me. I cried harder, he tried to touch me, and I recoiled.

I didn’t want the likes of him comforting me, he looked hurt by my actions, but I didn’t care. He was nothing to me and I didn’t know him to begin with. “We are here.” The driver said and I couldn’t be happier. I got out of the car and rushed into the hotel.

I took the elevator up to my floor. I was a mess, and I hoped my son wouldn’t be awake to see me like that, when I got there, I knocked as I had lost my bag with my key and everything I just got when those guys took me grandma Susan opened the door and when she saw me. she opened her arms, and I fell into them and cried.

She didn’t ask questions she just let me cry on her shoulder wetting her blouse. When I had enough, I pulled out. She wiped my tears and spoke. “Go clean up, I will ask them to bring up some soup for you.” Grandma Susan and her soup. But I appreciated having her around. I went into the bathroom to clean up before going to see Samuel.

I took a shower and when I was done, I wiped the mist off the mirror and looked at myself. trying to find traces of my mother, to see if I looked like her, if I had her eyes. But didn’t. I had Luke’s eyes now that I knew him. I had his chin too. Maybe everything else was my mothers, I wished I could remember her.

The bathroom door opened, andLupita walked in. “Granda sald you are not well, and I came to check on you.” I just cried, I thought I was done crying but clearly, I was wrong. Lupita took me into her arms. “It’s going to be okay, Olivia. Whatever it is, we are going to get through it, ogether.” That warmed my heart.

I was not alone, in whatever happened in my life, I was never alone. noveldrama