Chapter 59

**Harvey’s POV**

Something was off. This morning mother seemed sullen even though she tried to hide behind a smile. I couldn’t understand what it was but I had thought I was just being paranoid but again in the evening after I arrived home from school and mom from work she seemed lost despite her attempts to pretend otherwise.

After I completed my homework I felt the urge to seek her out. The house was never this quiet or morbid. I went downstairs but there was no sign of her so I assumed she was in her room. I climbed the stairs and moved to her door, I was about to knock when I heard a muffled sound dancing through the door.

Curious, I pushed it open and saw mother curled in a foetal position on the bed, her eyes swollen with the tears pooling out of her eyes as if she contained rivers of moisture.

Seeing me she straightened and wiped her face with the back of her hands and she smiled at me. I walked further into the room and eyed her bolding.

“What’s wrong?” I questioned and she shook her head.

“Nothing.” She denied.

“Tell me, please.” I begged. I couldn’t see her like this, my heart wrenched and I felt helpless. I wanted her to be better. Maybe dad could help when he came home.

She sighed and patted the bed next to her. I sat cautiously and she steeled herself. “Brad and I are...”

“What?” I encouraged. If this involved their relationship then it would be worse than I thought.

“We are separating.” The tears welled up in her eyes and I wanted to take the pain and suffering from her just as she had done for me.

“Separating?” I couldn’t keep the shock out of my voice. They were doing great! She loved him and he loved her, I’d seen it.

She nodded frantically. “I am so sorry. But I assure you we will work out something; I am sure Brad still wants to see you.” She assured me. Was she serious? I wasn’t concerned about myself right now. In fact I was so angry that I doubt I ever wanted to see dad.

“How did this happen?” I questioned and she seemed to be battling whether to tell me or not.

“I guess it wasn’t meant to work out.” Her voice cracked midway. I immediately hugged her and felt her sobs increase.

“Don’t worry mom, I am sure he’ll realise him mistake.” I soothed. And If he didn’t I would have to try something. It wasn’t fair for them to separate not when they had no reason to, I won’t let them.

**Angela’s POV**

Hearing the proverb, ‘time heals all wounds’ was seemingly very misrepresented. I felt worse than before as I dropped Harvey off at school and ventured to work. All I really wanted to do was crawl under a rock and never emerge but I had to think of Harvey. He deserved to have me at my sharpest. I had to suck it up for him. I looked at the divorce paper sitting on the passenger seat, it mocked me. Wasn’t I the one who begged for one some time ago? How ironic.

I sat in my car and contemplated. Anger raised a speck and soon it was a blazing flame. How dare he think he can just dispose of me? This was exactly what I didn’t want! I grabbed the paper and supported it on my steering wheel.

He wanted a divorce? Fine! I signed my name and threw the paper on the floor. I opened my car door and slammed it forcefully as I made my way to class. The burst of adrenaline might be just what I needed to stay alert.

After work I drove by Harvey’s school, I waited for a couple of minutes but he still hadn’t emerged. He probably was being kept back in class. I exited my car and walked into the administration. On my way in I spotted the principal.

“Can you tell me which class my son is in?” I questioned the woman looked at me as if I was crazy and I bit back a retort.

“And you are?” she questioned.

“My name is Angela Regal and I would like to know where my son is.” I pronounced each word forcefully. Her eyes snapped to attention at the mention of my name.

“Mrs Regal! Forgive me. Your son left school during lunch.” She informed me.

“What!” I all but yelled. “What do you mean left? Did his father pick him up?”

The woman flinched at my tone. Brad was right, she was very easy to intimidate. The thought of Brad stirred my emotions and I pushed them away.

“No he just left.” She replied.

“He.Just.Left?”

“Yes, we didn’t know until attendance was taken after lunch.” She clarified. My anger flared to dangerous levels.

“Are you so insolent? A student of your school just left and you didn’t think to inform me?” I spoke through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t think I needed to, I thought he...”

“No, you didn’t think at all.” I yelled. I spun on my heels and left. This was ridiculous, where on earth did he go and why did he leave?

**Brad’s POV**

I desperately tried to get everything in order but I kept confusing the files. I groaned in annoyance and pushed it all on the floor and I pushed back on my chair and rose. I was always able to compartmentalize my life, my emotions but I couldn’t now. Angela kept plaguing me. I wanted to go back to her and beg her forgiveness and hope she took me back. But something was stopping me.

She deserved love and I didn’t love her. Did I?

A knock caught my attention and I spun around in time to see my assistant open the door. The words stuck on her lips as she saw the files littering the floor in disarray. She looked at me questioningly and spoke carefully.

“You have a visitor.” She announced.

“Tell Scott to go away.” I commanded.

“It’s not him.” She was persistent.

“Then tell whoever it is to leave me in peace.” I growled.

She looked at me disapprovingly and then huffed. “You will want to see this person.” She advised and exited, her body was replaced by a familiar one.

“Harvey?” I spoke out of amazement than anything else.

“Still stating the obvious I see.” He replied indifferently and walked completely into my office, the door closing behind him.

“How are you here?” I questioned and he gazed at my office.

“That doesn’t matter.” He replied.

“It does matter. Does Angela know you’re here?” I questioned my tone hardening.

“I am surprised you still know her name.” He mused and I clenched my jaw.

“Of course I know her name.” I countered and he raised a quizzical brow at me.

“Why are you leaving us?” His voice held some emotion and I sighed. I sat and motioned for him to do the same.

“She told you?” I questioned.

“I found her crying her eyes out last night and yet all she told me was that you were separating.” He looked at the paper on the floor.

“I see your taking it just as well as she is.” He observed. I blinked, she was crying? And I was the cause.

“I never meant to hurt her.” I wanted him to understand. He scoffed.

“Ironically, that’s exactly what you did.” He replied stonily.

“You don’t understand.” I tried to counter.

“I think I do. You’re scared, afraid and frankly its petty. You’re really willing to give up the woman you love because you had a messed up past?” He questioned and I didn’t know how to answer.

“I can understand messed up, but you’re letting it hold you back. I can’t force you to go back and I don’t want to. It has to be your decision. But if you want to fix it then do it soon or you will regret it for your entire life. And do it early or else she will never trust you again.” He advised his eyes intent.

“Come let me carry you to my mothers.” I replied.