In love with my father's wife

Chapter five

Christian POV.

Ten years ago, It took all the willpower I had to not fall on my knees and ask her why.

And today after laying my eyes I wanted to burn down the entire house and everything she ever touched, but that would include myself because although I'll never let her know it she has branded me both body and soul and left her mark there.

After I left the wedding I drowned myself in alcohol and bars every night for 5 months and every five seconds the alcohol wore off I felt like I lived in hell, the and memories came rushing back at me.

Ironically, she was the one who gave me my wake-up call despite my best friend's efforts. One day I received a message, it was a picture of her and my father on the beach, while I wasted away they thrived and lived the life that could have been mine. I quit the clubs and the bottle and went back to my neglected company it was the hatred and anger that pushed me to build my company into the billion-dollar business it is now. But even that made me angry because I somehow felt like I owed it to her.

I had mixed feelings when I heard of my father's death.

Grief for the father I needed but never got.

And then joy for the revenge when I started to plot her punishment.

I thought I had carefully planned everything, planned every move, but even in my darkest days I never allowed myself to think that their marriage bore fruit, that it was a real one.

And maybe if the boy hadn't run into me I would have doubted my vision. But he was real, part flesh, part blood and part my brother. And the worst part was that after all this I still couldn't fully hate her.

I picked up my phone and texted my best friend Dennis to meet me at the bar I was at and sent my location to him.

He arrived faster than I expected undoubtedly seeing her would take me back to my old life at the bottom of the bottle.

"How did it go?" He didn't catch me off guard that he went straight to the point, it's the kind of man Dennis was.

"I saw her," I took a sip of lemonade from my glass.

"And?" He prompted.

She was even more beautiful than I remembered, her voice made me want to go down on my knees and worship her. But I knew that's not what he was asking. "I'm going to do it."

"I was hoping you would change your mind." He sighed.

He thought seeing her would give me some kind of closure or better still I'll realise you don't even care anymore. I did. She had me in a siren's grip and it never once loosened.

"Give up, unless you can find a way for us to become even, I'm doing this."

"I don't think it'll make you feel better, you just need to get her out of your system like she did you."

"Are you suggesting I marry her mother?" I scowled. " How do I even know she'll care,"

"Firstly, that was a joke. Second, I meant her, because I think the person you're looking to get even with is your Dad."

"Oh she is definitely on my list but I see your point." Isabella in a white dress with a round belly growing my child, the image was a spectacular one.

"It was a joke." He said noticing the way I didn't object.

"I know." I smiled at the image still in my head.

"Please don't marry her."

"Hmmmm," I said pretending to sound thoughtful just to screw with him.

"Christian." He said in a warning tone and I laughed.

"Did I ever thank you for rescuing me from myself?"

"You don't have to."

"Well consider this an official thanks because I was wasting away, she was making a baby with my father," I said somewhat passively.

"Well fuck." He ran a hand over his face. "That complicates things you never thought-"

"No actually, it makes things even better."

"What are you saying?" He eyed me wearily.

"I saw them together, there's nothing she wouldn't do for that child."

"Christian no."

"My stepbrother is the perfect icing on the cake." I stared at the drink I was swirling in my cup but I couldn't see beyond the red.

"Christian, whatever you think no. He is innocent in all this." Dennis insisted.

"So was I dammit!" I yelled and threw the glass at the wall behind the bartender who quickly ducked used to having to fight for his life. "So was I," I repeated more calmly this time not caring that all eyes were on us. They seemed to think we were about to fight and some people had begun placing debts.

"She used me, squeezed me dry, and left me to rot while she blossomed with my father. So yes I will use every means I can to get my revenge and perhaps I'll take your advice while I'm at it." I was beyond reasoning at that point.

"Marriage is a sacred thing, Christian. You are going to give me your word right now that you won't marry her."

"Relax buddy." I leaned into my chair. "Marriage isn't a requirement for s*x anymore these days. Besides, if there's something my father hated more than children who didn't listen to him, it was fornication."

I waved for the bartender to give me another drink and I downed it in one gulp, wishing I trusted myself to have something stronger than lemonade.

"I didn't like this idea when you brought it up and I still don't like it now."

"I know, it is going to stop me."

"I know, but I don't like the way you look."

"And how is that?"

"Half mad. The rage is consuming you."

"That's where you're wrong, it consumed me long ago. We have now become one." I smiled and stood up.

"Where are you going?" He called after me as I left the bar.

"I have a family meeting to attend." I answered as I went home to the woman who broke me, looking forward to how I'm going to shatter her and her my revenge.