Chapter 66

Thea's Point of View

“For the time being, you should stay here. You should have told me right away because you are no longer new to me.” Megan handed me the blanket and pillow when we were in the guest room. Her eyes were troubled, but she didn't appear to want to ask, maybe because she was scared it would make me feel the same way. I'm still not sure where Cray and I are heading, so I thought that we must go here first.

Megan was terrified when we arrived because she feared something had occurred. I didn't even inform them or Rayleigh about Wayne, while their only thought was on Mason and Craig.

I returned my gaze to the bed and Cray's resting position. Maybe his eyes couldn't take the exhaustion since he was sobbing so much.

“I'm sorry for the inconvenience I caused.” I am ashamed of Megan, since I did nothing but bother her from the start. I'm not sure if I can face her anymore.

She walked over to me, hugged me tightly, and did not speak. Because of what she did, my tears kept falling. I thought I could stop them until I could close the door and go to sleep, but I really couldn't. I let go of my blankets and pillows. Likewise, I hugged her back. No one speaks to us, as if my tears became my voice too.

“We're also leaving tomorrow, I honestly need a place to stay tonight.” I let go of the hug, then wiped my eyes. I was no longer ashamed of her as I wiped every touch of tears from my cheeks. Fortunately, we only had the same body size, so I had not a hard time getting clothes for me while I bought Cray some clothes for him to wear.

I went to bed when the door closed. I touched Cray's hair. He is sound asleep. I realized he couldn't understand me, regardless of what I said.

“We're back to being just two. If I had known this would happen to the two of us, I would not have gone home. I'd rather simply stay in Spain.” I knelt next to him and embraced him repeatedly. My tears haven't stopped flowing today. I believe I drank more water, that is why I continued to cry.

Despite my best efforts, I did not fall asleep immediately away. I deemed everything until there was nothing left to think, but no. They didn't go away until they merely multiplied, it seemed. I also don't know where I'm going tomorrow; all I want to do is run away first while the issue is still raging since I want to avoid impacting my child. Because of tiredness, my brain deliberately shut down.

I just woke up when there was a knock on the door. I looked at my phone on the side table to see what time it was. My brain appears to have boosted little since it was aching nonstop all night. I'm a little more at ease now, but my heart is still thumping.

When I realized it was 1 p.m., I sprang out of the mattress and began cleaning our bed. I don't have a maid and I don't have my house, so I have to make do. When I peeked out the window, I saw Megan, Rayleigh, and their daughter standing in the garden. They have a game there.

Cray, where are you? When Megan looked up, she waved and smiled. I opened the sliding door to have a closer look at them and to hear them, so I could question where Randle was.

“Cray was in the living room, watching cartoons, we tried to include him, however, he didn't want to, so I just ordered a maid to watch over him,” Megan answered, and I sighed a sigh of relief.

My heart was beating because I believed Craig had stolen him, but the illness had caused me to be delusional, even though the fact was that he had abandoned us. I shut the sliding door and went down to Cray because we were going later. I've already determined where we'll go.

When I got downstairs, no cartoon characters were speaking on the TV. More newscasters are announcing the weather. When I reached the living room, I noticed Cray standing behind the sofa, clutching a ball and staring at the TV. I followed his sight and watched Craig's and Felicity's faces flash on the monitor.

“Felicity Smith and Craig Holden wedding engagement announcement.” That's what the flash report says.

“HA!” I took a short breath. I didn't think what he said was true, I thought he was just lying. What is the point of him lying and driving us away, anyway? Am I the only one who is delusional and tries to convince myself?

“Mommy.” I instantly turned my face to Cray because I forgot he was watching! Cray's birthday is coming up.

I turned off the TV, then carried him into the kitchen. He still didn't know what the news meant, so I knew he wouldn't ask me. We are leaving today, my decision is precise, and I have no hesitation. I’m sure I’m also the content of the news today. I sat Cray in a chair to give him food.

As I was doing that he spoke, to my surprise. I thought he was just a normal kid, and he didn’t know what was going on, but I was wrong. He got sharp-minded like Craig.

“Mommy, who is with daddy?” We have only been in New York for a few months, but he is very straightforward. There are a few words that I don't understand, but now it looks like he's a big boy because of his height and straight of his words.

Since I don't want my son to wonder why he has a mother, but his father has another wife, I want to immediately explain to him while he is still young. I sat down next to him, took the spoon, and spooned it into the rice I had put a little sausage on and put on it in his mouth before I spoke.

“You know, when two people fell out of love, those two people separated. And that's what happened to your daddy and me.” It seems complicated by what I say. He looked at me innocently. He didn't seem to get what I meant, so I let go of the spoon, held his hand, and then kissed his little hand.

“One day, you will also understand what I mean.” That's all I said, but I didn't expect him to answer what I said.

“It means daddy doesn't love us anymore, right?” The innocent look that you thought was okay with him could not be erased. Even such an expression of his he got from Craig.

Because I didn't want the conversation to go any further, I just answered.

“Yes. So, we have to get away and leave here because daddy is now happy with someone else.” I know the delivery of words is not right because his image looks bad to us

I was silent as if my mouth was stitched because of Cray's answer.

“Then, I’m fine with it. If that's the way, you don't cry every night.”