obsessed with his badass ex-wife

Chapter 19

Natalie

Morning came in a blink of an eye. Last night felt uncomfortable for me. The thought of someone barging into my room and trying to silence me, hunted me deeply.

The other day's incident still relived in my memory. Even the slightest noise made my heart race and put my mind at alert.

To make it worse, someone sent a warning message to me. I haven't been able to wrap my head around it. But from the little I have thought about, the person was not far from me.

A knock came at my door and before I could respond, the knob twisted and Mario let himself in.

“You are awake. How was your night?" he strode in with a tray that really surprised me.

“Don't tell me you—"

"It's what you think it is" he concluded. I felt impressed, at least he was being thoughtful for once.

“Tessa?" he looked around for her and when he spotted her at the end of the room in her cot, he placed the tray on the table stand and went over to her.

“You know, anyone can tell she's mine," he started and I wished he didn't start up this conversation.

My appetite dropped even without me opening the covers of the dish he had brought in. I climbed out of the bed and went for my daughter.

“She is not—"

“There is no point lying to me, Natalie" he cut me off “I won't take her away from you as long as you don't keep you and her away from me."

His voice sounded like a warning. So there was a chance that he would steal her away from me.

I held back the words that formed in my mouth, frowning in displeasure. The taste of spite hit the back of my tongue so hard I felt like vomiting.

He knew where he stood between me and my daughter. Yet, he felt entitled.

“You lost that chance three years ago after you kicked us out of your life," I said out of spite.

No matter how much I have told myself to give him a chance, I still can't bring myself to forgive him. I doubt I ever will.

“Still—"

“You have no right to me or her. I begged you, I craved you day and night. You have no idea how much suffering I passed through to have her. I was always on the edge even now that —" My voice hooked up and something veil coursed my heart.

He was quick to notice my struggle and caught me before I could hit the ground. My hands shook, blood pulsed through my veins and the trauma I had once face came pouring back.

No. Why now?

I didn't want him to see the wreck I had become. Still, when he held me and from the blur of my eyes I could see the fright on his eyes I felt relieved.

Maybe, I wanted to see him suffer. I wanted him to go through the pain I had gone through. Maybe, that way I would feel better than worse.

I held onto his arm as my chest rose and fell in rapid rhythm. “My inhaler." I pointed to my duff bag on top of the vanity.

He laid me down carefully on the rugged floor and rushed to get the inhaler. He quickly scattered the content of the bag on the ground and grabbed the inhaler to my rescue.

Without telling, he pulled the cap and inserted the tube into my mouth. I breathed in, taking as much air I could until the lasps began to calm down.

“How long has this been going on?" He questioned, his voice cracked with concern.

“It is none of your business," I muttered as if I had not gone through a near death experience a few seconds ago.

“Don't give me that sass. How long have you had these attacks?" He edged harder and this time I could feel the anger in the rumble of his voice.

“For as long as I can remember. It got worse after you kicked me out," I mumbled, feeling pathetic of my weakness.

“Tell me you went to the hospital and haven't been relying on cheap inhalers."

“What can I say? An inhaler is what I could afford while having a baby." I gritted with the little strength I had.

His face twisted and for a brief moment guilt flashed on his face.

That's right. He should feel horrible for what he had done.

“We are going to the hospital," he insisted as he lifted me off the floor in his arms.

Tessa was still fast asleep amidst the whole commotion. She was a deep sleeper and harder tuned into her surroundings.

“Don't expect me to be grateful. You are partly the reason for my illness," I grumbled curtly.

“You don't have to be. I will take full responsibility of you from now on." He carried me into the bathroom and set me on the cabinet top.

I watched as he turned on the tap, filling the bathtub with water before pouring in some bath gel and liquid.

“Do I also need to undress you?" I glared at him and pushed off the cabinet.

“That won't be necessary, leave." I commanded and he obeyed without argument.

I was surprised that he did follow my instructions. Usually,he would have turned into a perverted brat and forced me to admit his capability.

Thankfully, he didn't do any of that. As I lowered myself into the water. A thought crossed my mind and smiled.

If things go well as planned, I will be able to get my revenge. I don't care if it will break us apart to another continent.

As long as I get Mario to have a taste of his own medicine then I will be more than satisfied.