Chapter 78: Chapter 78

I finish dressing up. Ray is perched on the bed, all dressed up and ready for what awaits us ahead.

Months ago, when I learned the whole truth about what I had gotten myself into, I got worried sick, and I was worried until a few days ago. But not anymore. I am not. I am going to face those foes with renewed confidence because I am certain that victory is ours.

“Isn’t it too early to smile so bravely?” Liam asks as he hugs me from behind.

I turn around in his embrace, the smile not dying. It is not dying ever.

After today, this man will be all mine in all senses. For the past seven days, we have lived like a real couple, and this room and our happy, contented souls can bear witness to that. Everything has been total bliss. And from tonight on, the thrill will be immeasurable. I just cannot wait.

“It is not. I have divine certainty in our victory, and I can already envision the look on our enemy's faces when we slap the defeat on them. Finally, my baby and I can have our sweet daddy all to ourselves without any barriers. Now tell me, how can I ask this grin with all these raptures?" I say as I kiss his lips.

“I am no less thrilled, baby. Finally, I am going to have you love and cherish yourself the way you deserve. You and the mini you.” He goes down and kisses my belly bump. “Finally, your mom and I are going to be a lovey-complete family, little princess.” He says this, kissing the bump again.

Princess? We don’t even know the gender. And we are doing a gender reveal. I want to be surprised too. But it seems like his mind is convinced that I am caring for a baby girl. He has been saying it for days.

“What gives you the idea that it is a girl? And isn’t it the nature of men to desire a boy first?” I ask as he raises his fate.

He smiles, kissing my lips before he speaks. “Our love broke all the rules; this daddy will also break that rule of nature. It really doesn’t matter the gender because I will love my baby the same. But do you know why I am wishing for a girl?” He asks, caressing my cheeks.

“Why?” I ask.

“So that I can have another version of you first—a strong and lovely person. So that when I am at my weakest, I will have two strong souls to lift me up.” He states this, gazing into my eyes.

That is weird. He is strong. So strong. “I don’t think I am as strong as you are.” I say.

“You are. You may not know it, but you are the most strong, fierce, and sensible person that I have ever met in this whole world. Don’t you see how now the unshakable brat of the Edwards trembles before you? I could have never, in a million years, anticipated that bitch obeying anyone like a puppet. But in just seven days, you have turned her into an obedient, scared puppy that follows orders like a slave. Something that I could not do in two freaking years. You are incredible, my wife. But don’t ever punish me that way, please?” He teases.

“Why? You don’t want to be a sweet, submissive husband?” I tease.

“Naah! I am already suicidal. Look, I let you have your way with her. I can do more, but I still want to remain the dom.” He says.

“Alright. I can handle all the versions of you combined.” I say.

“Are you sure?” He asks, as if there is no doubt about that.

“Haven’t I proved that already? Do you need more proof?” I ask.

“I don’t know. What if I say I want you all sprawled and tied on this bed and blindfolded, and I can take you from any angle that I want? Can you handle that?”

Now, the sense of all that evokes a cold chill down my spine. That sounds too kinky for my liking. “I don’t know. Are you that kind of person?” I wonder out loud, our eyes locking.

“Will you run away if I am?” He asks.

Ahem!

Can I handle that side of him if it is there at all? But I have not seen it for almost four months. Why would it unleash itself just now? “I…umh. I think we better go downstairs. Those impatient Edwards must be burning on their seats as we speak," I say, and he bursts out laughing. Why? “What?”

“My sweet wife is scared of her husband. You look more cute when you are worried.” He states.

“How can I not be scared when you are talking about tying me up like some cheap slave?"

“Hey. Hey!” he captures my lips, kissing me so passionately, so sweet and deep, calming my demons that had woken up. “Hey. You know I can’t ever do that to you. Special souls like you don’t deserve that insanity. I am content with making love to you just the way you like it—slow and sweet. I was just messing with you.” He says.

I swallow hard. “You almost made a mistake just by thinking of that disgusting picture. You will pay for this.” I mumble.

“Punish me all you want, baby. But that will have to be later. Let us face those sick bastards once and for all.” He says this, grabbing the envelope from the bed—the envelope that puts an end to all this mystery and these miseries—and opening the door to our happy ever after.

“Sure. Be ready for me, though. I might be the one to tie you up instead.” I tease as we head out.

“Mmmh. I would love that. I don’t mind you being the dom, and if I sub for a day, it means I will be forgiven after. So, take this chance if you want and make the best use of it!” He says that, and I make that a mental note. I might as well grab the chance to spice our celebration moment as we usher in our new beginning.

“The nerve of you two to keep us waiting like we are your slaves!” Huh? What is with the word slave today, huh?

Mr. and Mrs. Edwards are here perched on the couch, their daughter in the middle, while Liam’s parents are parked on the other couch. Liam and I walk to them.

Just then, the door opens, and Liam walks to get our back up. In walks the family lawyer and the doctor who faked our surrogacy.

“Just who are these people, and what is their business here?” Mrs. Edwards asks.

Liam motions for the two gentlemen to make themselves comfortable on the seat. “You will know when the time is right. I trust that we are ready for this, so we are going straight to what brought us here today.” Liam says this as he opens the envelope.

“Before that, I want to know why my daughter is covered in bruises and looks like someone who has not eaten anything ever since we left her under your care, Mrs. Adams.” Mr. Edward speaks.

“Did you leave her under my care, really? Was I the one who told you to leave your daughter here?” Mrs. Adams fires.

Oh, I have grown to love this woman. She is just a cool gem.

Mr. Edward furiously turns to me. “What got into your empty skull after promising us that our daughter would come back to us safe and sound?” He fumes.

“But I don’t remember saying she wouldn't have some bruises here and there, did I?” I challenge.

“How dare you lie to us? How dare you hurt our daughter?” His wife barks, charging her feet towards me with her little, cowardly trailing behind her. Unlike before, Mitch’s head is hunched down. Her face does not look like that of a model anymore. Her health looks terrible. She looks like she is suffering from a terminal illness, all just because of small chores for just a week. And I think she is also battling with defeat.

“Did I really lie? You selfish people knew exactly what you were signing your daughter for when you left her back here. I clearly told you that I was going to be back at her for all the horrible things she had done to me, yet you left her behind. You both are good at being parents because no single parent would knowingly throw their child to the wolves. Except for the greedy Edwards!” I fire.

“You tricked us? How dare you?” The father fires, while his wife swims in guilt and shame.

“Trick, huh? I think you guys are experts at playing tricks. Now you want to play dumb and act like you didn’t see this coming? Come on, Mr. Edwards, cut me the crap!” I dare the man.

“What are you insinuating, you stupid woman? What tricks? Whom did we trick?” He asked between gritted teeth, his face dull with fury.

“A trap sparks with rapture when it catches the person to whom it was intended, Mr. Edwards. But when it traps the owner, it cuts like a double-edged sword! I don’t know how many you have trapped, but this time around, you fell into your own trap." Liam says, slapping the envelope at the man’s face.

“What is this?” His wife asks in shock as she helps her husband catch the envelope before it falls to the floor.

“DIVORCE PAPERS, TOGETHER WITH THE TERMINATION OF AGREEMENT BETWEEN THE ADAMS AND THE EDWARDS! I need them to sigh right this minute.” Liam states.

They all snap at us.