Chapter four
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Hailey’s POV:
Time was running out and my mom's life was hanging in the balance.
I agreed to take Dr Jamie’s offer, not out of choice, but out of desperation, I need to keep my mother alive. That is all that mattered.
The next morning
The air felt heavy, wrapping around me like a suffocating haze as I entered his office. Dr. Jamie stood across the room, his gaze steady and unreadable.
“You came”, he said, his voice smooth but laced with control.
I turned slowly, clutching my arms across my chest, “you left me no choice”.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and measured. I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to find another way but the image of my mother lying helpless in that house anchored me in place.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready,” I admitted, my voice trembling, “but I’ll do what I have to.”
He stepped closer, his movements deliberate. There was no cruelty in his expression, just an eerie calm that unsettled me even more. He reached out, his hand brushing my cheek, and I forced myself not to pull away.
“You’re stronger than you know,” he murmured, his tone oddly gentle.
I closed my eyes, willing myself to feel nothing, to block out the fear and shame. But the warmth of his touch seeped through my defenses, igniting a conflict within me I couldn’t control.
He tilted my chin upward, his lips grazing mine. It wasn’t forceful or harsh, it was hesitant, as if testing my inner strength. I felt a tear slip down my cheek, but I didn’t move.
“I’ll make this as easy as I can,” he whispered.
As his hands slid to my shoulders, I let my mind drift to my mother’s laughter, her strength, the life we once had. If this was the price to save her, I would pay it.
The rest of the morning unfolded in silence, the details blurred by my determination to endure. It didn't just end that morning as I thought it would.
The worst part, he never helped my mom. He strung me along, always promising that the surgery would happen soon, but it never did. He was only using me to satisfy his s****l urges, knowing fully well that I was trapped.
Every time I left his office, I felt sick to my core. But what could I do?. The shame was too heavy.
Two days later
Andre’s POV:
It was on a rainy afternoon, I sat in my office and thought about my ex-girlfriend.
“I'm tired of this Andre!”, Freda angrily said.
I was shocked and confused at her outburst. I just got back from work and wasn't expecting this sort of welcome.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
She angrily exclaimed, “you still don't get it, do you?”, she asked, frustrated with my cluelessness.
“I've been waiting for you for the past three hours, Andre so we would go on the date you promised but you were too busy to show up”.
Then I realised that I was guilty because I totally forgot about it.
“Baby I'm sorry, I had an urgent meeting to attend, I totally forgot please forgive me”.
“Wow!, you always have something important to deal with huh?, what about me?.
I didn't like where the argument was going, I love her but my business is also important to me.
“I'm sorry, okay?, I will make it up to you”, I said not wanting to get into an argument with her.
“You always say that, but never keep your words, you always come up with new excuses” she replied.
I won't deny the fact that I was a terrible boyfriend.
“Freda, can we please not continue this conversation, I will make it up to you, can we fix the date some other time?”, I suggested hoping to make her calm down and feel a lot better.
“I can't continue living like this Andre, I think it's best we end this”. I couldn't hide the surprise on my face.
“Are you trying to break up with me?”, I asked, wanting to get a better understanding of what she just said.
“I'm not trying, I'm breaking up with you, it's over between us”.
I was devastated by the statement, I watched as she walked out of the door without looking back. She just left, leaving me completely broken.
That incident happened two years ago but I can't get it out of my head, it's still fresh in my memory.
The heartbreaking incident traumatized me so much that I decided not to love again.
That's the reason I'm more focused on my work because I feel it's the only thing that loves and understands me but my mom thinks otherwise.
She calls in every month to find out if I have gotten a new girlfriend. She is really desperate to become a grandma but I'm not buying that.
The frustration of my mother’s nagging ever since my ex broke up with me, hadn’t let me breathe.
“You need someone stable in your life,” she would say. “My son, you have to listen to me. You need to move on, forget about Freda, if she actually loved you, she wouldn't have left the way she did,"It's time to settle down”, as if it were that easy.
“Mom please, can we not talk about this”.
“We have to, honey. You aren't getting any younger, you will be 33 in a couple of months Andre. Stop hurting yourself living like this, she isn't worth it”.
“I need to get back to work, mom, I'll talk to you later”.
“Just what I was talking about, stop drowning yourself in work, go outside and make new friends.......Baby do it for your mom”.
“Hmm.... I'll think about it”.
“There is nothing to think about, I want to find out that you have a new girlfriend the next time I call you okay?”.
“But mo......”
“Bye honey” and with that, my mom hung up. And that was the last discussion I had with her.
I threw myself into my company to escape the suffocating pressure of relationships from my mom and also from the public and press, who were already terming me with so many sexualities.
I have to come up with something and I have to think fast.
I went off to the bar where I usually pass my evening before going back to my empty mansion.
I sat in the corner of the VIP lounge sipping from my drink absentmindedly, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.
I sighed at the thought of my empty mansion, if Freda hadn't broken up with me, my mansion wouldn't be empty, just the mere thought of it drained me.
My attention was suddenly brought back to reality. Something interesting caught my attention.
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