The Billionaire’s Redemption

Chapter4

Rachel’s POV

I heard a knock on the door and I was almost certain that it would be Nathan or his butler or someone affiliated to him. I was tired but I managed to make my way up to the door and answer it and of course it was him.

I don’t know how I ever overlooked his arrogance and narcissistic nature. He is so deluded if he thinks that after all he did to me, I’m going to drop everything to play pretend for him.

I’ve never met a more shallow human being. Doesn’t he feel weird asking me for a favor? Or does he think because he puts a fat pay check on it I would fall and worship him.

He uses people and when he’s through with them, he dumps them. He did it to me and I won’t let him do it again. I don’t know why he wants a pretend wife so bad, and why does it have to be me? I already told him I wasn’t interested so why is he knocking on my door everyday?

“You won’t give up, will you?” i said tiredly “I already told you I’m not interested”

“That’s not why I’m here” He said but I don’t buy any of his lies.

The only reason he’s being so persistent is because he has something to gain. I don’t know what it is yet but I just know it. He doesn’t care about me or my son. He just wants me to accept his proposal but I won’t.

I’ve suffered too much to go back to the man who caused me all the suffering.

I zoned out completely and fixed my eyes on the plastic bag he was holding, he said it was a gift to George so I took it and I slammed my door.

I went inside the living room and placed the plastic bags on the table. I saw little George fast asleep on the floor so I carried him up and took him into the room to sleep. Then I returned back to the living room.

I held the plastic bags in my hands and sat on the old smelly couch that I met when I moved into this apartment. As I sat down a drop of water fell on my head, the apartment was leaking in a thousand places. I just sighed and moved a little bit.

By looking at the first plastic bag’s branding I could tell that Nathan bought George clothes. I’ve always wanted to buy George clothes from this particular store but their clothes were always too expensive. I opened the bag and brought out the clothes, they were all so nice. I couldn’t help but smile. I was genuinely touched.

So Nathan can do something as thoughtful as this? I looked through all the clothes and all the shoes and I was so full with joy like the clothes were for me.

George really needed clothes, he was growing out of all his old ones but I didn’t have enough money to get him clothes. I work as a cashier in a local bank but almost all my money goes into babysitting fees and school fees for George, I barely have money left for other luxuries. And I’ve been trying to save up to get a better apartment for George and I but I’m not even close.

I opened the other bag and it was dinner, when was the last time I ate a good meal? I smiled so much that I almost cried. Has life really gotten this bad that all it takes to make me happy is good meal and some clothes for my baby? I’m so miserable. But what makes me even more miserable is the fact that I’m not over Nathan.

After all he did to me, I thought for sure I would hate him. I spent all these years telling myself that I hate him. But seeing him again just softened my heart and brought back memories. I act like I hate him but that’s not the case at all. I wish I could hate him, but I could never.