Chapter 8
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HOME COMING
Sonya's pov
“Miss we just arrived Los Angeles”
My driver informed me, I caught his eyes through the rear view mirror and smiled.
I heaved a huge sigh of relief, feeling somewhat at peace to be in this city again.
I had been avoiding this place for so long. It had a lot of bad memories in it for me, but somehow it still felt like my home.
I looked outside the car windows, observing the scenery of the city. A lot has changed.
“Mystic wells hospital”. My heart raced when we drove past that hospital. All the memories of how I had miscarried my child crept back in, a new wave of the depression I fought so hard to bury hit me.
For a moment I regretted my decision to come back here, but I shrugged it off.
Today was all about father and mother, I smiled just picturing their faces in my head.
I was certain they would be proud of how much I have achieved after my divorce. Our last encounter had been a bad one.
My heart raced as we drove into the huge compound, the very familiar scent of our family home that reminded me of my childhood was still there, lingering in the air.
“Hmmmmm” I took a deep breath, smiling. It feels so good to be home.
“Sonya” I heard my mum call, I could not help the tear that dropped from my eye when I saw her.
She Pulled me into a warm embrace “It's so good to see you” she said gazing tenderly into my eyes.
Her smile was still as charming as ever.
“ Where is Father?” I asked. My eyes scanned the compound.
“Henry is in the mansion; you know your dad has issues letting his emotions out” she said and smiled sheepishly.
“But trust me, he is happy about your arrival” she added.
very typical of my mum to defend my dad's lack of emotions.
“I guess I will just go to him,” I said heading into the mansion. My heart was racing, I recalled my last meet up with my dad.
He had been very disappointed in me after my divorce.
I rubbed my hands together nervously, hoping he'd be proud of me now. Proud of how good my modeling and music career had skyrocketed.
I stopped in my tracks when I spotted him.
Dad was standing right before me, his gaze fixed on me and his face void of any emotions.
“Hi dad” I let out, the tears finding its way back to my eyes and falling down my cheek as I blinked. The atmosphere became tense, his next words could make or break me…..
“Welcome home Sonya” my dad finally broke the awkward silence, opening his arms to me.
I dashed towards him, dabbing the tears from my cheek like a child.
I had felt so bad with the way things turned out between us. I wanted nothing but to make them proud and I was glad that he had opened his arms to me again.
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We all settled in for breakfast, catching up for old time's sake, when “Have you heard from Callum” my dad said amid our conversation. I paused, my fork mid air, holding on to a piece of beacon I was about to munch on.
I dreaded that name. I recalled just how much he had humiliated me, how he had abandoned me.
“Sonya!” Dad called. Bringing me back to consciousness.
“Em no, not really” I stuttered, hurriedly stuffing my mouth with a beacon to avoid further questions.
“My team and I are planning a tour here in LA” I said, bringing up another topic for discussion.
“And I will be going for a meeting this afternoon,” I added.
“Oh darling, we are so proud of you” mum said her smile warming my heart as always.
After the semi awkward dinner, I headed out to the meeting. My manager had arranged one with some hosts in LA whose events I would be performing.
As I drove to my destination, my thoughts ran through various events from the past. I still could not believe that I had built all this for myself, I felt very satisfied with my life now. I thought of Callum, I imagined what his life would be now..
“He is probably happy with Amanda” I sighed, remembering just how much I had wanted our marriage to work.
I had loved him, even when he showed just hatred and resentment towards me.
“ All that's in the past now,” I said more reassuringly to myself. Now I felt nothing for him. He made me berate myself for how he treated me and now that I was over it I sure as hell wanted nothing to do with him.
I put on my sun shades as I highlighted the car, heaved a huge sigh of relief observing the scenery..
I arrived at the meeting a Little early,
“You are thirty minutes early” the slender blonde lady said amid a certainly forced smile.
“ Sonya you bloody workaholic,” I cursed at myself, rolling my eyes as I took the seat she offered me. I had to wait an extra thirty minutes for my partner to be done with their meeting. To add to my misery, I had to wait for Stacy, my manager , to be here too.
I sighed, picking up one of the fashion magazines laying on the table and burying my head in it.
Before long, it was time to go in, I walked closely behind the blond secretary as she led me in, with Stacy following closely behind me.
“ I am sorry I kept you waiting” a familiar baritone voice stated from inside the office.
I raised my head in a heartbeat, my brows in a knot, trying to figure out who it was
“ It couldn't be!” I said under my breath.
“Hello Sonya, long time no see” the deep voice let out yet again. Confirming my creeping doubt.
“Callum!” I called out, to the surprise of Stacy and everyone else present.
“This cannot be happening…….”
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