56. Sinful Book 1

“Dan, was his identity really fake?” I asked him, all traces of smile, not gone from my face.

“What?” He asked, shifting uncomfortably on his seat.

“Don’t try to act dumb with me, Sir, you know what I’m talking about so give me answers.

“Fine. No, his identity wasn’t fake,” at least he said the truth.

“So why did you lie to me?” I asked him.

“Because he’s not important and I didn’t want you to stress over nothing?” He was trying to lie again.

“Really? He’s not important? The same person who was searching my office for only God knows what, is not important?” I asked him.

“Cara, baby calm down” he stood up, holding his hand in front of him.

“Don’t call me names right now. All I want from you is the truth, and you better not lie to me,” I warned him.

“So who’s Samantha? Or should I say Diego?” I asked him, folding my arms. Antonio froze.

He looked at me for the longest moment then ran his fingers through his hair.

“Fuck!” He yelled.

“I asked you if there was something you wanted me to know, you said no!” I told him.

“That’s because I didn’t want you to know about them,” he yelled.

“Well, too bad, now I do” I smiled.

“Am I that bad? Was it something I did to you?” I asked him.

“What are you talking about?” He asked back.

“There must be something wrong with me, that’s why you can’t trust me. You told me to trust you, I did, with all my heart, but you still don’t have the slightest trust for me, or in me! What have I done to deserve that? Huh?” I tried so hard to fight the tears.

“Everything I know about you, I heard from people, people I’m not dating. People who aren’t my boyfriend. Things that you were supposed to tell me, without even having to ask, you didn’t tell me, now I have to rely on messages from outsiders to know you, why?” I asked him.

He walked around the desk and stood in front of me.

“Cara, I trust you,” he said.

“How do I believe that, huh? How do I believe that when you’ve lied to me countless times? You made me believe Noah sent those messages, when you had an idea of who the real sender could be! For fucks sake you tried to lie to me right here!” I yelled.

“So now, I’m asking! Is there anything you’re hiding from me?” I asked him.

“No”

“So what is it about the child that is making you deny him?” I asked him.

“Cara, don’t” his voice had a warning tone.

“Diego is yours, he has your face and everything, so what is the problem?” I ignored him and went further to ask.

“Sewa!”

We were back to Sewa, how nice.

“Do you have a phobia for children?” I asked him. It was then he exploded.

“What is wrong with you? Huh? That child has nothing to do with you, so why are you interested in him? I love you and I want to be with you, isn’t that enough for you? What more do you want from me? I’m trying here! I’m fucking trying and you’re bringing up a child that has nothing to do with you!” He yelled. I didn’t have the right words to reply with.

“The child is none of my business? Yes, I know. But that child is yours! And if you don’t go get him, he’s going to die!” I yelled back.

“You love me, and you want to be with me? All lies! If you don’t go get that child, better lose my number! For all I know, that child hasn’t done shit to you! He didn’t ask to be born, you fucked his mother and got her pregnant! Now she’s fucked up in the head, and you don’t want to get him?” I asked.

“You don’t even have a solid reason why you don’t want that child. Seven years Antonio! It’s been seven fucking years! grow the fuck up, you’re not just a man, you’re a father, and you better go take responsibility for that child. If you don’t, then you can kiss my ass goodbye” I threatened.

“So this is what it has come to?” He asked and I nodded.

“You don’t even believe I love you,” he scoffed.

“Not when you lie to me all the time, for all I know, you may not even mean that” I scoffed. Saying those words to him hurt me, and I could tell it hurt him too.

“Fine then, do whatever you want to do! I don’t care” Antonio yelled.

“Yeah? Okay then, I’ll leave. Just make sure you lose my number!” I told him and went out of the office.

I hoped to God that he would call me back and say he was going to at least try with the kid.

Just like Dan, I didn’t want Antonio making any decision that would haunt him forever, and I knew if he neglected Diego, he’d love to regret it; and the child, the poor child, would grow up hating and cursing his parents who didn’t want him in the first place. That was the worst way to make a child feel.

Sure I didn’t give birth to him, and yes the child was not really my concern, but I couldn’t let the parents of the small body suffer for no reason.

It had already been seven years, how much older could the boy grow before they realize that he’s just as important as they were? He always missed his father for seven years, he’s mother had talked down on him for seven years, and she was planning to kill the boy, what else did Antonio need to know that he was all that child had?

Aliyah was right, it was high time Antonio grew the fuck up, and if it was going to take me leaving him to make him grow up, I was going to do it with my whole heart, not just for him, but for the little boy also.