Chapter 46

Thea's Point of View

Cray slid from my grasp and walked. Craig had his back to us and was not facing us. His hair is brown and long. I’m not sure I’m prepared to confront him. Every time I think he’s in front of me, I feel like I’m going to pass out.

“Daddy!”

Cray screamed as he went towards Craig, who was facing us. When Craig heard the child’s voice, his eyes widened.

No. How did Cray discover? I could tell Cray was brilliant even though he was young, but I never imagined his mental capacity would reach this level. Because I didn’t want Craig to ask who it was, I never showed him his father’s pictures.

When Cray tripped, Craig sprang to his feet to catch my son. His hair, which reached his shoulders, hid his face. He had a completely different appearance. He’s grown up. How did Cray learn about him? Where did he see Craig?

I also approached Cray swiftly to calm him down. I snatched him from Craig’s grip and attempted to hide what he’d said earlier.

No. I’m not going to tell him Craig is his biological father. I will not let Craig have my son, no matter how badly I want to be with him. Cray was making me too worried. Even though I realized my son’s conclusion was final, I tried to persuade him otherwise.

“C-Cray... baby? What are you saying?” I stood up and lifted him, but he was trying to get down on my hands. No. It can’t be. He was still crying and kept coming to Craig.

Craig picked him up right away, which I was anxious about. My son hugged him tightly.

“This is a friend of your mom’s. He is not your dad.” I tried to take him to Craig again, but Craig took him away. What he did make my eyes widen. Immediately, a slew of questions flooded my mind. How is he able to do this to me? Cray was a name he didn’t even know!

“Craig!!! Get back my child to me!" My voice was audible across his office. I didn’t take the time to express what I knew he believed. “Don’t be deluded! Our child has been deceased for a long time, as you are aware!” I observed the intensity of his holding on Cray's loosen because of what I said.

“You’re simply proving that my decision to leave you was the right one.” I turned around as Cray’s pleas for his father got louder. I left the divorce paperwork in Turkey before flying to Spain. I’m sure he signed it already.

It would be hard for him not to sign it over time.

I didn’t take my luggage with me when I got to the cab. Cray’s milk and bottles were still there. Cray turned to me with his eyes bulging when we were inside the taxi. Even though he was tired, I tried to question him, knowing full well that he wouldn’t be able to answer me with a clear response.

“Cray. Why did you say he is your daddy?”

I wiped his face with moist tissue because the dried tears were visible on his cheeks.

“Mama ... sleep ... cry ... phone.” After he said that, he put his chin on my shoulder and he was ready to sleep. I process what he says until I remember what happened. Sleep. Cry. Phone. Those words stuck in my mind.

Now that I think about it before we went to Turkey. As I was folding the clothing we were going to carry and holding my phone, I had a nervous breakdown. Because I was sobbing while looking at Craig’s image, I fell asleep to that. I had no idea he had seen me. I held him hard because he was astute, and he had the same mind as Craig. All I’m hoping for is that I should’ve had a breakdown.

The driver dropped us off at our house — the mansion. But not in my parents’ mansion, but Craig and I’s mansion. I didn’t notice that this was the place I told the driver. I would have called him however he left.

Fortunately, I had my wallet with me earlier, so I didn’t have a problem with money. When I looked at the house, it was already too much grass. When I looked at the gate, I saw it was not locked, so I opened it and entered.

I didn’t make a mistake, and the grass was so big that it looked like it hadn’t been cleaned for a long time. When I was about to open the front door, it was locked. I tried to push it again, but because I didn’t want Cray to wake up, I went to the other door. When I turned the doorknob, I was thankful that it wasn’t locked.

The smell of dust immediately covered my nose. I covered Cray’s nose because he might sniff it. Just step on the tiles floor and you immediately see that no one has lived here for a long time. Has Craig abandoned it?

Suddenly, my eyes wandered to the second floor. Even though I didn’t want to go in there because of terrible memories, I still did. As soon as I stepped on the stairs, thousands of memories immediately rushed to my brain. How Felicity pushed me — how I caught them. I still haven’t heard Craig’s explanation until now.

When I open our room. Suddenly my tears flowed non -stop because of the portrait hanging on our wall.

No matter how dusty the outside, the room is not even a speck of dust. The bed and sheets remained clean. The position of the cabinet and other things is still the same as before. I suppressed my sobs because of the portrait hanging. The portrait is of me with a big belly of mine.

I thought back then, the loss of our baby did not hurt Craig. I thought then I was the only one who was very sad because he didn’t show me he was hurt; he didn’t show me it was painful to lose our baby. Or maybe he showed up, but I just didn’t look because I was busy thinking I was the only one hurt. That I am the only one who knows. Have I been selfish in everything that has happened to us? Did I become selfish because of the decisions I made?

I could no longer suppress my voice. The sobs escaped my lips and I got on my knees as Cray slept in my arms. Cray’s clothes were wet because of my tears. I would love to go back to Craig, but I am afraid that the terrible memories that happened to us will just happen again. So far, in the few years we haven’t met, nothing has changed. No one grew. We are all still captives of the past. It’s scary that Felicity might still be my son’s opponent.

When I was about to get up and wipe away the tears, Cray woke up. When he looked at me with eyes that were no different from his father’s, my crying got louder. He wiped away the tears that flowed one after another. His eyes wanted to cry, but he held back. Is that how your father looked when we left him?

“Mom ... Why ... Cry?” The last word he said was like asking. I sniffed to stop the tears in my eyes. I arranged my hair with one hand because the other was still holding Cray.

“No. Something into mommy’s eyes.” We finally went out and closed the door. No matter how I look at the house, it is very dirty. So I wonder how the room is cleaned.

As we descended the stairs, an old woman entered with a broom and rag. She looked at us, then smiled. She walked slowly, then spoke to us. I thought no one is using this house?

“Are you Sir Craig’s wife?” She smiled at us, and Cray looked at her as well. I don’t know what to say. It seems awkward every time someone asks if I am Craig’s wife because we’ve been separated for so long. I left him the divorce papers with my signature. All he had to do was sign them.

“I was. Now, we are separated.” I smiled at her sparingly and was about to leave so she could not ask again. However, she speaks again. I’m not irritated. I’m just burdened with Cray because I’ve been carrying him since earlier.

“Are you the one in the portrait above?” She stared at me carefully before her eyes widened.

“That’s you! Sir Craig has been waiting for you for a long time! I’m sorry if I say too much.” She looked at Cray.

“You are the one he says is his wife who went abroad. It’s a pity ... it looks like you’re married to someone else. Hehe.” She scratched her head so hard when she said that. I looked at her in surprise. How can she say I was married to someone else?

She picked up the broom she was holding earlier and then was ready to pass to us, but I stopped her. “How can you say I have already married someone?”

I don’t have a new husband. The relationship never entered my mind again because I was already busy with Cray. It’s just amazing that over time, someone has thought like this.

“I was just new here when I heard Sir Craig crying while drunk. Hugging the portrait hanging in a room.” Her face suddenly became sad and then she looked at me as if pitying. “He apologizes for the picture and tries to blame himself for the loss of your child. So maybe he made that portrait.”

It was as if something had stuck in my throat. I didn’t know what to say because of what she said. Why, as time goes on, it seems more and more like I became selfish when I left Turkey?

While thinking, she spoke again.

“You said that he used to be your husband. You lost your child and now you have a child with you.” Instead of being annoyed by what she said, they seemed to slap me.

“But you know, ma’am, there’s always a woman—”

We both jumped in panic. A loud shout startled even Cray. It roared throughout the household because of the excessive force. The old woman could not continue what she was going to say because maybe out of fear.

“NANA CELIA! HAVE YOU DONE WHAT I SAID?” He still didn’t stop shouting, so I hugged Cray because he was starting to cry. I looked sharply at Randall to say he had to stop, but he just resisted my gaze.

“What are you doing in my house?” I don’t care about the coldness of his voice. I don’t care about that, even his blue eyes are a good match for the coldness of his eyes, but it was as if a dagger had pierced my heart when he said “MY HOUSE”

I knew I had nothing to complain about because I was the one who said it was his house. That he can do anything, that he can invite anyone—

but no.

When the woman entered the door from behind him, I wanted to say that he wasn’t just the owner.

This is OUR house.