Dear Ex, Please Come Back To Me

CHAPTER 6

Xander

It broke me to see how violent Abigail was. How did I not notice all these years? I felt betrayed.

4 years. 4 good years of marriage wasted. What was I thinking?

I finally drove Doris home. Doris was injured and hurt. I never expected that Abigail was capable of violence.

“Look, I'm sorry for what happened today, Doris. I should have not put you into this mess. I was only trying to help her!” I apologized.

Doris smiled. Her smile looked genuine. Even with the scar on her face, she still managed to smile. That act of hers always drew me closer to her. It made me believe the more that she was just a beautiful soul with a good heart. She meant no harm. She never does.

“It's fine, Xander. You only told me to go after her because you were concerned about her. You told me to offer her a chance to get into the competition under your name even after you guys broke up. I mean, you are a good man. Who does that?” She chuckled unbelievably.

I sighed. “Guess I was a fool for trying to help. She turned down my offer. I guess she is what I think she is now and I have no doubt!” I said convincingly and Doris nodded in agreement.

“Kiss me!” She requested. And so I did. I leaned forward and kissed her passionately. Doris was the best. Better than Abigail. And I knew that for a fact.

Look, I did not hate Abigail. I never hated her. As a matter of fact, I put behind me everything she did to my mother 3 years ago. I accepted her when her own family abandoned her and treated her like trash. I gave her all my heart, but she pushed me to the wall. She made me hate her.

“I love you, Xander. I hope I win the competition. Where would you want to celebrate after it?” She asked.

“You will win the competition, Doris. I promise you that. I'll make sure of that. And for where to celebrate, leave that to me!” I smiled with approval.

Dropping Doris off at her home, I took her car and drove off. I did not have mine with me. We agreed on that.

I drove to my uncle's house. Nathan.

My uncle, Nathan Marvin was one hell of a billionaire. He was the one person I looked up to every damn time.

He was way more experienced than me, more physically stronger, wealthier and his record label, the Marvin's Tune Room or ‘MTR’ as many people abbreviated it was the biggest in the whole of America. His studio housed many celebrities.

He also owned different other company which brought him monthly streams of incomes. I sometimes wonder what he does with his f*****g money! He was really a top G.

Sometimes, I wonder what upper hand I had for Nathan and it was one stable answer. Age!

I was 6 years younger than him and that gave me an upper hand because the industry needed young, fresh men like me and Miguel, my brother. We are the face of the industry.

“What a surprise!” He said. But I ignored him and simply went to the kitchen. I forgot to mention that my uncle and I always had clashes. He always liked to act bossy.

“What are you doing here? And that food is for a special guest!” He asked me as soon as I sat down in the dining room to eat. He already prepared Kobe beef Wellington and chicken wings along with some truffle risotto and a few drinks.

It was unusual of him because he never cooks. He always orders food online.

“You know about this crazy competition coming up, uncle. I hear it would be entertaining artists from 19 different countries including some African countries like um… Rema and that Burna dude with a thick, hoarse voice. The point is, I need your help!” I told him.

“Last time I checked, you owned your own record label and you were doing just fine without me! So, no!” He said. There it is, being a f*****g boss again.

“f**k! Come on, this is different. You're the only one who can help, man. I'm doing this for Doris, alright. She needs to get that Grammy award. It has been her dream. Imagine how big she would go. Her name would soar high!” I explained.

My uncle who has been staring at me for God-Knows-When suddenly shook his head, devoid of any expression.

“You are doing this for Doris? To boost her career? To give her the fame she craves. Is that right?”

I nodded in response.

“Xander, I thought you have a wife who also has a career to pursue. A dream to..”

“Don't start, uncle. No. I do not have a wife. Abigail is my ex-wife and she can pursue her dream the way she wants. I attempted to help her, but she f*****g smashed Doris on her face! So, are you gonna help me or not?” My rage flared up.

My uncle shook his head. I still couldn't understand why he always sided with Abigail on every matter. Why didn't he see things from my perspective?

Abigail is not who he thinks she is. I was fooled by her facade too.

“Are you shouting at me in my own home, Xander? Few minutes ago, you needed help. Now, you are screaming because the name ‘Abigail’ disgusts you?” He asked which made me calm down.

He was right. If I didn't hate Abigail as I thought, then why was I screaming and angry?

But I.. I don’t hate her. I just –

“I will help you. I have another big artist I'm training for the competition. Doris should come here to my studio everyday at 7pm. She can't go singing at the competition with that messed up voice of hers!

I've hired experts from the concert to spill me the beans. So, if Doris bends her head low, maybe, just maybe, she would pass my other student!”

I furrowed my brows. ‘other student?’ as far as I can remember, Nathan despised training anyone himself. Then, who was this person?

“Sorry, Nathan, I'm late!” a voice from nowhere announced it's presence.

Suddenly, a pretty lady in a black jeans and a sky-blue shirt began walking hastily towards us from the living room.

“Abigail?” I gasped in shock.