Chapter 58: Chapter 58

“Stop it, Mother!” Liam roars, stopping his mother. “I have answered your questions. If you still have more, ask me. I will answer them and clear up all the doubts that that woman has put in you. But not Lynn. She is out of bounds.” Liam says.

“Why? Because she is pregnant? She is just carrying this thing in her belly. She is not sick.

“That tiny thing is what will this entire family..."

“Enough!” I howled, pressing Liam’s hand more tightly to summon his senses back. If he slips anything out, only the devil knows what will happen. And I know that he can lose it all because of me. He can lose all his cool and do or say something he will regret later, all because of me. He takes a deep breath to stabilize his cool and calm his demons. “It’s alright, Liam. Let your mother ask me anything she wants.” I say, soothing his arm.

“Are you having an affair with my son? Are you sleeping with my son in his matrimonial home?” His mother asks, as if she were itching to get ahead.

Yes! I have. Countless times, and I am not ashamed of it at all. The affair is not even stopping, so the world better get used to us already and stop questioning and judging us. This is love—true love—and for the second time as well. Fate gave us this chance, and not for anything are we letting each other go again. We are not repeating the mistakes we made in the past. Until death do us part, we will fuck and bask in the glee of this love as much as we yearn to.

Sigh!

How dare they do this to me? How dare she? Can’t she understand the pain of her own son? Can't she see how her son, their only child for that matter, has suffered? They say that mothers can sense everything in their children, right? I believed in that phrase because that was how my own mother was. She could read me like an open book. There was no time I could hide my problem from her. She could tell it all the time—when I was happy and when I was sad. Even when I was lukewarm. And she was always there to listen to me. So, what is with this one who cannot read through the miserable eyes of her son? The pain is there. I saw it the first time I laid my eyes on him that strange morning I woke up in his arms. I did not need him or anyone to tell me that he was suffering. I saw it all. I felt it.

“Well, it is obvious that she is thinking of what lies to tell, mother-in-law!” Mitch states, conjuring my gaze up to him.

I cannot believe that with all this class they carry themselves with, they are letting themselves be fooled by this witch!

“I asked a question, young lady! Don’t waste my time! What is going on between you and my son?” His mother speaks again.

Unbelievable woman! Such a pity. Their son is trying all he can; he has been going through hell, all because he wants to save them from the hole that they dug for themselves, yet they cannot see that. He could have called this quit a long time ago and let them bear the consequences, but he didn’t. But they are so blinded that they cannot see anything. “If you cannot believe your own son, Mrs. Adams, what is the point of me saying anything? Will you believe me at all, or do you just want me to give you more reasons to insult me?” I ask.

She looked away for a minute. Then she looks back at me. “I didn’t say I did not believe my son. I just need to...

“To corroborate? That is a crystal clear indication that you don’t believe your son at all, Mrs. Adams!” I nail her, but she is one bold woman who does not bow to intimidation at all. Not this easily.

“Just answer my question and stop giving me stupid lectures, Lynda Rose!” She hisses.

“Alright. There is absolutely nothing going on between your son and me, Mrs. Adams. Nothing!” I emphasize.

She draws closer, looking down at me as if I were some kind of tiny dirt. “I hope so, and heavens forgive me if I ever find out that you lied to my face. You will not like it.”

Yeah, I know. I knew from the start that she never liked me. What if she ever finds something to hate me more, especially in this whole saga? I don’t know how I will cross that bridge, but I will worry about it when I get there.

“And may the heavens forgive you, Mrs. Adams, if the time comes and you realize that your son is all innocent on this. How will you look at your own son then, Madam?” I hissed back. I am not allowing them to inform me. It does not matter whether they gang up against us or instigate the entire world against us. We will fight this battle to the end, and we will emerge triumphant. I can look at her gross face with all this boldness and lie to her over and over again and again and again for as long as I want, and I won’t even shake. To hell with them.

“You and I, Lynda Rose, and even this Liam, know very well that there is no such a time that will ever come.” Mitch screeches, making her way beside Mrs. Adams and fixing her eyes on me. “The only time that is beckoning is the auspicious time when all your dirty secrets will be exposed. I would love to see where you will bury this annoying boldness when the world witnesses your sins, you dirty, filthy whore!”

Forget her boldness to call me such names in the presence of her parents, why does she sound so confident that we will be exposed?