SURROGATE FOR MR. STRANGER (ENGLISH)

When I heard the honk of the car outside the mansion, I quickly headed towards the main door. I had a sweet smile on my lips when I saw him step out of his car. His face was serious as he walked toward me. Perhaps he was tired and still had some problems with his company. I took a step closer to embrace him. We had only been apart for the day, but I already missed him so much. He often says that seeing me whenever he comes home removes his tiredness and brings him happiness. "How's your day, babe?" I asked. I leaned in to kiss him on his red lips, but he avoided my face. He heavily dropped his body onto the couch. He leaned back while his hand rested on his forehead. He gently massaged his forehead. He kept sighing as if carrying a heavy burden. He wasn't like this earlier, when he left. He was even affectionate towar me and had smiles on his lips. He also had a hearty breakfast earlier. He said that the company's situation is gradually improving. He mentioned that sales will increase again in a few days. "What's the problem, babe?" I asked as I approached him. He tightly shut his eyes. When he heard me speak, he opened his eyes. He gave me a deep gaze. It's the kind of gaze I can't meet. I furrowed my brow at his behavior. "Who are you?" he asked. My forehead furrowed even more. I looked at him confusedly. I examined his face and head. He probably didn't have an accident or amnesia. Why does it seem like he doesn't recognize me anymore? "What question is that, babe?" I asked him bewilderedly. I really couldn't understand what he was saying. He just shook his head. "f**k!" I heard him curse. He looked at me again before asking me the same question he asked earlier. "Who are you?" he asked seriously. There's emphasis in every word he utters. "Camilla?" I answered with furrowed eyebrows. I could clearly see the sharpness of his gaze toward me. I felt like there was something wrong with how he was acting. There was something off about his question. I got nervous and was frozen as he suddenly stood up. Without warning, he grabbed me. His grip on my wrist was firm. I was sure it would leave a mark and a bruise on my skin from the strength of his hold. "What's wrong, Kevin?! You're hurting me!" I said it in a strained voice while trying to remove his hand. But no matter how hard I tried, his grip on me remained. He was stronger than me. "You will really get hurt for deceiving me, Camilla!" he shouted in my face. "What's your problem? You're acting strange." I'm trying to retrieve my hand from his tight grip. Tears are already welling up due to the pain. What's his problem? I can't understand him. "Who are you to meddle in our lives with Rehan, huh?!" he shouted. I was frozen by what she said. I could see the anger in his eyes and the grinding of his teeth. His neck and ears were turning red too, indicating his intense rage. He knows. How did he find out? Who told him? "You're just the woman I paid and f****d, Camilla. You have no right over Rehan. He's my son! She's not your child! In case you forgot. We made an agreement. I can sue you for breaching the contract!" he threatened. Can he really do that? Of course he can do that, my mind responded. Slowly, abundant tears rolled down both sides of my cheeks. I couldn't speak immediately. The words he spoke hurt me. I trembled in fear as I saw the anger in his eyes. I was also afraid that I might be lost in their lives and in our child. A pang of pain struck my chest. He pushed me away, causing me to sit on the floor. "Hear me, please!" I pleaded with him amidst my sobs. "Leave!" he commanded, his hand pointing towards the mansion's main door. "You have no place in Third's and my lives." I hate you, Camilla. I hate you for lying to me." His voice is filled with bitterness. I see hatred and disgust in his eyes. He turned away from me and began to climb the stairs. "Kevin, please listen to me!" I pleaded, but he didn't even glance back at me. The bodyguards approached me and immediately blocked my attempt to follow Kevin. I looked at them with desperation, but they responded with just shrugs. Tears streamed down my face as I exited the mansion. It feels like heaven and earth have conspired against me at this moment. Thankfully, Rehan hasn't arrived yet. "I don't want him to see us fighting with his dad. I don't want him to be angry at me or his dad. "Rehan, my child. Mommy loves you very much," I whispered. "Remember what I told you?" I looked up when I heard Krisha's voice. She smiled and shook her head while looking at me. "You're not suitable for Kevin, Camilla. You're a w***e. A cheap w***e. You have no class. Only I am suitable for him!" I didn't respond to what she said. I think she's right. "Don't worry. I'll take care of Rehan and treat him like my real child. I'll make sure he forgets you." She let out a devilish laugh. Then she glanced at me mockingly before turning away. I sighed and glanced at the mansion in front of me. It seems like it will all end here. Despite the pain, I'm still grateful for the opportunity to know Rehan. I'm happy that I was able to be with him. I've experienced being a mother. I'm also happy because I felt Kevin's love. I took a deep breath and walked away from the mansion. Away from my father and son. I quickly hailed a taxi outside the gate. During the ride, my tears continued to flow. I started getting colds because of my excessive crying. I didn't know that loving someone was this painful. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears with my palm. Then I pulled out the pregnancy kit with two red lines from the pocket of my blouse. I was supposed to show this to Kevin earlier, but this is what happened. I sighed and wiped away the fresh tears on my cheeks. It's probably better that I didn't tell Kevin. He might just take my child away from me again. I gently caressed my flat stomach and forced a smile. "We will be happy, just the two of us. I'll fill you with love, my child."