ENDLESS TEARS
Endless Tears – Episode 31
Subtle: I just wanna make you Smile again
Genres: Billionaire, Deceit
Tags: Deceit,love, jealousy,hatred, marriage
Written by Adeola Nissi
(JOURNEY)
Alex entered his father‟s house and slammed the door behind him in anger, shaking the house. His mother who was busy pacing
the length of the sitting room froze in her strides as her son stormed into the sitting room.
“Alex” she called nervously.
“No” he barked. “Don‟t ever call my name. You have destroyed
my life. What sort of a mother are you?”
“I am sorry my son; I am so sorry” she cried.
“My son? Don‟t ever call me that! I would be extremely glad to hear that you are not my mother. You are not worthy to be called a
mother” he roared. “I always boasted of you but now, I am forced to
realize that you are just a filthy harlot. My sister! I married my sister”
he exclaimed in complete bewilderment. “She is carrying my child”
he yelled again. “Oh God!!! A product of incest”
Mrs. Bello did not even bother to hinder her flowing tears. “I
am sorry” she cried.
“Sorry?” he returned. “Is that all you can say? Would that
change anything? You destroyed the lives of your children. You
threw a child away! A human being! And now, I am expecting a child
from my sister. I have always wanted a sibling or a sister but now, I
am married to her. Imagine, I unknowingly placed a bet on my
sister‟s pride and innocence. What goes around comes around right?
I have unknowingly stabbed myself in the back. I am as guilty as you
are” he declared in anger.
“She is your half-sister” she said.
“Half?” he roared in laughter. “The word „sister‟ is still there.
How can you still speak? I hate you just as much as I hate myself.
You are the worst thing that ever happened to me”
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I opened my eyes and everything my eyes saw was white. Yes!
I have heard of heaven and this was no doubt heaven. I have never
seen any place as white and an unfamiliar cool breeze blew me,
making me feel good. But there is a problem. Why does it feel like I
have been breaking firewood for a very long time? I wondered
vaguely. My open eyes opened wider and for the first time, I noticed
a fan above my head. This couldn‟t be heaven! I shouldn‟t feel so
weak in heaven; neither should I see a ceiling fan, I thought vaguely.
A rumbling sound came from my side and for the first time, I
tried turning my head to see the cause of the noise but the pain I
received from my neck almost made me pass out. What is wrong?
Everything seemed blank. A face appeared before me and I had to
focus on the face. The guy before me was exceedingly handsome and
I remembered vaguely that only two men have seemed that way to
me. Kelvin? What on earth am I doing with him? A deep frown
crossed my face, matching his equally worried and slightly frowning
face, and my brain started racing.
“Easy now” Kelvin whispered in his baritone voice. “I am glad you are finally awake” a soft smile touched his face and he seemed to
relax a bit. He brushed what I assumed to be a strand of my hair out
of my face and my frown deepened as the situation became
confusing.
I opened my mouth to talk and my mouth felt so heavy
“You don‟t have to talk honey” Kelvin said hastily
Honey? I wondered in alarm. Despite my distress and sore
throat, I forced my mouth open. “Where am I?” I whispered in pain.
He gave me a weak smile. “In a hospital. You have been here for more than a day now. You need your rest. Let me get the doctor”
He scrambled out of the room and all I could do was stare blankly after him. My brain ran wild with thoughts, trying to come
up with a suitable explanation. What on earth am I doing in a hospital? I wondered. And of all the people in the world, why should
Kelvin be here with me? I raised my hand weakly and rubbed it
against my throbbing neck and all of a sudden, it all came flooding
my senses. I almost jumped out of the bed but all I succeeded in
doing was jerking into a sitting position. My eyes became dizzy and I
swayed even in my sitting position. The door jerked open and Kelvin
walked in with a doctor. He hastened to my side. “You should be
lying down” he scolded and gently pushed me to a lying position
before the doctor got to my side.
The doctor loomed over me and smiled. “How are you feeling
miss?” he asked.
“Angry” I replied in anger. “What am I still doing on earth?
Who is the unfortunate person who saved my equally unfortunate
self from dying?” I spat out despite the difficulty I encountered from
talking.
Kelvin looked at me. He did not look hurt, instead he looked
very worried. “If you put it that way, I guess I am the fortunate
person because it would be highly unfortunate if I allowed such a
spectacular person slip from the face of the earth”
“Well, that is so unfortunate” I returned. “You should have
minded your own business, because if you have, I would be spared
the trauma of staying alive.” As my own words sank in, I began to
see the truth in those words. But they would not understand, would
they? They would not know that suicide is a great option for me,
would they? They would not know that there were times when death
is the best option.
I fully looked at Kelvin for the first time, and apart from
noticing his handsome features, I noticed that his hair was slightly
longer than most men‟s, just long enough to envelope my fingers, I
thought strangely. A faint smile crossed his face. “I am glad you are
checking me out because if you see something you like, you might
consider living”
That statement effectively drove my thoughts away from my
failed suicide. I raised my brow. “Even if I was checking you out,
what makes you think I like what I see uhn? I don‟t see anything I
feel I should like” I returned cheekily.
Instead of frowning, he actually grinned. “Oh, I am sure you
like what you see”
I resisted shaking my head, knowing it would hurt like hell.
“You are just too full of yourself if you think so”
“No, sweetheart. The way your fingers twitched when you
looked at my hair was a telltale sign that you liked what you saw a lot” he said grinning.
I froze slightly and quickly gave him a blank look. “You are just imagining things”
He smiled. “A really good imagination that must be.”
I sighed and shifted my eyes to the doctor who seemed to have
also been infected with the „grinning‟ disease. I sighed again. “I have
seen grinning faces enough to last me a lifetime. It is just ironic that I find nothing substantial enough to grin about” I said in annoyance
“Watching you are a good cause to grin” Kelvin said before the
doctor had his mouth open.
“Absolutely” I exclaimed. “My life is such a terrible heap of
mess, if I were not the mess, I am sure I would also be laughing. I
don‟t blame you guys for doing that”
The smile on their faces wiped out. “You know that is not what
I mean” he said seriously.
“Well, it is a delight to see that you are not whining about pain
and distress like every other woman in your situation would, and
that is why we are smiling. You are interesting to watch, you are
almost making me forget my professional etiquettes” the doctor said.
I winced. “You cannot imagine just how interesting I am; my
life could make a fantastic movie. In fact, I won‟t be surprised if a
movie is in the making just because of me” I said as my predicament
loomed over me. The smiles on their faces were non-existent again. I
looked at Kelvin. “Don‟t expect me to thank you for preventing my
death because you did not do me a favour, you just succeeded giving
me another chance at pain and tears. Don‟t worry, I am already used
to tears.”
Silence reigned until the doctor cleared his throat and went
about his duty, fussing over me like I was puppy in distress. “You are
responding well. You should be out of here in another twenty four
hours. This should at least calm Kelvin down; he has been glued to
you like a second skin”
Although this was no good news to me, I had to blame myself
for the haughty way I have been behaving. No matter what my
problem might be, these people were at least showing some kindness
and I ought to show some gratitude.
“I know what you are thinking” Kelvin said suddenly. “You
promised not to thank me and I am holding you to your word. I hate
being appreciated, it makes me feel ancient. Now, stop thinking too
much”
I blushed slightly, wondering why I always felt on guard and
spontaneous with this guy. He always gets me on my toes, ranting
like an idiot and saying some things that I don‟t really mean. “You
don‟t have to stay here” I said quietly. “Please go, I would be fine.
He smiled. “I won‟t give you a chance to repeat what you did. I
am going to make sure that you and your child are protected. Once
you get out of here, you are coming with me.” I opened my mouth.
“No arguments” he said, silencing me, not with his words but with
his look. “If you can‟t take care of yourself, I would gladly do that for you. I won‟t watch the flower wither before my very eyes” he said quietly, reminding me of the last time I saw him. I swallowed
painfully and sighed.
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“Bello” Mrs. Bello called softly as she approached her husband
in fear. They have not shared a word since the whole confession took
place. Mr. Bello did not move a muscle as he read the newspaper. He
opened a page and did not even seem to notice the presence of his
wife.
“Please talk to me Bello. When would we talk about this? I am
sorry” she said in tears.
He remained quiet and she shifted nervously. “Would you ever forgive me?‟‟
He raised his eyes to her and finally opened her mouth and talked. “We are strangers and we would continue to live that way until I am able to get a divorce” Mrs. Bello gasped in shock. “Just tell
me something” he continued. “Who did you cheat on me with?” he asked. “Who is Amara‟s father? Or are they many?” he asked with a sneer.
She swallowed and took a step back.
“It is Habeeb”
He frowned deeply. “Which Habeeb?”
“Habeeb Sinja; my former driver” she declared.
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