The Extraordinary Billionaire and His Super Wife

Chapter 6 Recognition

It was him.

The bastard that stole my virginity. He looked handsome, I could almost see Andrea in him. They had the exact same oval face, dark curly hair and olive brown skin.

Being close to this monster, I felt my heart rate palpitate furiously in my chest.

'You can't beat me anywhere.' Those words hit me and a thought suddenly crossed my mind. I shivered unconsciously.

No, no, no. I can't have him take my kids away from me. I regret the incident ten years ago, and although the process and the period of pregnancy had been the most lonely and depressing time of my life, the outcome of it wasn't. That night gave me my two bundles of Joy and I'd be mad to lose them to some bastard. I'd have to take him to court and send him behind bars as soon as possible. Being in Ryle is unsafe for my kids.

"I'm not afraid of you, and I don't regret my actions. You're a terrible person and I'd choose your cousin over and over again with no regrets, good-bye" The voice of the woman thundered. Bad people never change. Bad people deserve to rot in jail. Especially those who go about gloating with pride and thinking they have the right to hurt whoever they want just because they're wealthy.

The argument died down after the woman's provocative words and I continued with my shopping, my hands quivering on the cart. I felt mad with rage. Memories from that night unconsciously weaved their way into my mind. The pain of being r***d as a first timer, my screams and pleas which all fell on deaf ears. My family had kicked me out in the rain that same night, the suffering and emotional damages I had to endure alone all because of him. If Casey hadn't come into my life. This man was a beast, a bastard and an animal. As my emotions spiraled, I trembled all over in pain, struggling to hold back the tears threatening to overwhelm me. This wouldn't do.

I breathed in and steadied my emotions. I finished picking the things I needed including a plane toy for Andrea and a pink barbie for Anabelle. They'd love it. I rolled my cart to the  cashier who had a surprised expression on his face. I'd be damned to forfeit my shopping after driving down here just because some crazed up person asked everyone to vacate. He didn't own this place and had no right to make orders. I ignored the look, took out my card from my wallet, and proceeded with emptying my cart. The cashier estimated the amount and I made my payment, picked up my shopping nylons and turned to leave only to bump face to face with the devil. If what I had felt earlier was a surge of emotions, then what I felt from being this close to him was a torrent. Waves of emotions stirred up within me, but I struggled until I pushed them back and held them down. I straightened my shoulders. With my profession as a legal practitioner, emotions were things I had learned to control, else, one would easily commit a crime by only standing in front of an adulterer who not only molested his niece, but his daughters as well. Or, a r****t who assaulted an underage. Or a drunk wealthy socialite who ran over a child and still wanted to bribe his way out of jail.

I looked the man over, he was six and a few inches tall and had a confusing shade of  green orbs which confirmed why Anabelle had those color of eyes. In passing, one would think she has blue eyes, but on a closer look, you'd realize they were green. Now that I was this close to him, I could confirm it was really him. The eyes were the exact same, only that in my Anabele's you'd see a shy child, while that of this man was cold, expression, and ruthless, showing the beast in them.

Now that I am up close, I decided to confirm his identity even though I could already feel it in my heart that it was him. A hunch wasn't enough reason to accuse one of a crime, and people's words can be similar sometimes.

I stopped in front of him. His sharp eyes narrowed in on me.

"Excuse me Mr." I smiled at him while covering the distance between us. A frown etched in between his brows.

"I was just wondering, you look quite familiar. Were you ever at __ hospital five years ago?" I asked

He hesitated as if contemplating something, then he nodded his head. "I was."

My facade shattered and my emotions toppled, stumbling upon one another. He admitted to it, he fuckin admitted it. Does he even feel the slightest remorse about what he did that time? Did he ever imagine what path his action might have put the victim?

Does he even have a conscience? How can someone be so heartless? How can a human being be so monstrous? How was he able to live in peace for five years after ruining some else's life?

"You!..." I flared, pointing at him. He seemed stunned as our eyes locked, but then they turned dark and angry in the next minute. He dares to get angry! If he thinks he would get away after what he did five years ago, then he was the biggest joker in the world.

I gritted my teeth in anger, while trying to suppress my emotions. I always knew this day would come. I have always been prepared for it, but I didn't think standing face to face with this person could rile up my anger this much. I'm a professional who's had to put emotions aside. I was taught to never lose my cool, but guess one cannot fully be prepared about situations like these. But, one thing was certain,

"I'll make sure you rot in jail. Mark my words." I promised him. After all, that is the sole reason why I took prosecution as a profession.