Chapter 68: Chapter 68

“Damn that woman!” I curse as I finish parking the damn yellow spicy rice and the cabbage mayo salad as I wait for the chicken curry to boil a bit.

This woman should thank her gods that I even went the extra mile and made her such a delicious dish. I should have just made some white rice and kale or just boiled some plain white-dried maize and poured a full tin of pepper in for her. She does not deserve this much effort from me.

Sometimes you cannot understand human beings. They always look at the negative side of a person and disregard everything on the positive side. Like in my case, these people are only worried that I am destroying a home that is not even there and breaking a marriage that was broken from day one. What about me saving this man from this woman? What about me saving the whole Adams family and fortune with this child that I am carrying? Is that not reason enough to blur any other stain on me?

“Stress is not good for you."

I turn around to find Liam standing behind me. That is weird. I never failed to notice his presence. Even if he tiptoes to my room at night, there is this strange aura that informs me of his presence. It might be his cologne, his senses, or even the mere connection of our love that arouses my senses. But today I didn’t. All thanks to his mother and that other whore. They have spent quite a while in that room plotting our downfall. It seems like their plan is so detailed this time around.

Liam leans in to kiss me, but for the very first time again, I put a block between our lips, evading the kiss. “Lynn?” He grumbles, cruising his confusion around my face as he tries to digest what just happened. “What is wrong?” He adds, trying to inch in closer, but I take a step back.

He remains thunderstruck in his erect pose. “Everything is wrong, Liam. Don’t you see it?” I stop to calm my emotions down. “I am already feeling suffocated by all this.” I state. The voice came out louder than I had anticipated. I thought I had calmed my emotions down, but it seems like I was damn wrong.

“I know and..."

“Don’t come closer.” I warn him when he takes a step closer, stopping him right on his spot.

“We just promised each other this morning that we would go through this all together, Lynn. We can’t let fear and anger get the best of us, or else we will lose this battle.” He says, walking to me.

“So, what you are saying is that I should be okay with being treated like mere trash? That I should just let your mother and your wife push me around like an object however they want?” I implore as he racks before me.

“No. I will definitely do something about this. I promise. They won’t do this to you again, Lynn. I give you my word.” He says, lifting his hands to my face, which I evade by leaning back, leaving his hands hanging in the air.

“Then do it ASAP before I do it myself, Liam! This is the last food I am cooking for your mother and that disgusting wife of yours.” I state this as I walk to take the chicken from the fire.

I put it in a hot pot and place it on the table, after which I walk out and set them in the dining area. And since I know I am not welcome at the table, I start outside. My favorite spot beside the pool is a better option right now. The fresh, cold breeze of the wind will do a great job of blowing away all these awful feelings. The turquoise-blue waters will be a good destruction.

I stride outside, feeling Liam’s steps trailing behind me. I am itching to turn around and ask him not to follow me, but I fight hard against that urge. I don’t want us to cause unnecessary commotion here in the open. I don’t want us to give those two women the fucking proof that they are looking for.

Before slamming on the seat at the resting spot beside the pool, I remembered that I had asked this guy to lock up my room. He better hand me the keys before they see him with them and come up with all sorts of stories to implicate us.

“The keys?” I stretch my hands, waiting for him to hand them over to me. But his next words sent my hand down.

“I don’t have them. I didn’t lock it up.” He responds so flatly, as if it poses zero danger at all.

“Excuse me?” I ask. “What if they decided to sneak in?” I ask.

His expression does not change. He does not seem to get the actual meaning of what his negligence can cause. “Then let them. What is the worst that can happen? Termination of the agreement? Then the better.” He says it as if he has it all planned. But, how so?

“And you are not worried because?” I snap.

“Because I am sick and tired of all this. I don’t want to keep our relationship a secret anymore. I can’t bear to see you being disrespected. I don’t care if they learn the truth as early as now, even though it was not my plan, as long as I keep you safe, Lynn. You are my world; you are my light in this whole darkness. I don’t want to hide this anymore.” He says.

Sweet, right?

But what about the consequences? Has he thought about them? Has he thought about what will become of his family and their empire?

Then again, I might have been unnecessarily hard on him, and that pushed him into this. The poor guy cares for me and our baby too much. I know he means it when he says he does not care about our secrets being known. He loses his mind whenever Lynn is in the picture. And I like it, but then I don’t want him to act irrationally and regret it later. But on the other hand, there is no way I am putting up with his mother and wife’s mistreatment and insults again. I know my place, and I will fight for my rights.