Chapter 127
She takes a moment to blow smoke out of her mouth and stares down at her feet.
"The trucks that ship the grape products, I used some of them." She shakes her head and hides her face by placing her palm on it. "I had several guys who would deliver the drugs. But don't worry, the police don't have any evidence... yet," she tells me and I shake my head. Sooner or later they'll get the evidence and I don't want to imagine what could happen if they do.
"Wait... You used the employees from the company?" I ask, frowning.
"No. Just some random men," she says.
"All of this happened right under our noses." I hear a familiar voice from behind us. Mom and I turn to find dad standing right there. It seems to me like he's heard everything mom just said.
"Max... Darling–" she starts but he cuts her off.
"I'm not your darling any more. I heard what you just said. You cheated on me, gave away all my money and now brought shame on the Dawson name by dealing with drugs? What else are you hiding from me?... What did I ever do to you to deserve this, Reyna?" he yells. Veins protruding on his entire forehead.
"Dad–" I say but he cuts me off.
"Stay out of this, son!" He points dangerously at me and I back away two steps behind, my back hitting the railing. He then turns to mom. "You cheated on me, woman! Why?" he demands and for the first time, my mom looks weak and threatened. She throws the cigarette to the floor and steps on it to put it out. She then looks at dad and I notice that they both look broken.
Dad moves to her and grabs her by the shoulders and shakes her vigorously, demanding for an answer "Why did you fucking cheat on me? Huh? Every time you do something bad, it drives me nuts! You know very well that when I'm angry, I get drunk and when I'm drunk, I do terrible things. I've now fired my employees at the hotel twice, Reyna, twice! You think I wanted to do that? Why did you cheat on me?" he continues shaking her until a sob leaves her mouth.
"Dad, stop! Your hurting her," I say stepping in between them and pushing dad away from her.
"Fine, if you don't want to talk, I'm out of here. You're wasting my time," dad tells her and he starts walking away.
I can't take sides right now. I'm confused. My mom is crying and my dad is walking away.
"Dad, please, just come back!" I call out but he doesn't stop.
"Yes, I cheated on you, because you've never loved me as much as I loved you!" mom yells and he stops and turns. "I did everything to gain your love but nothing could make you feel the same way as I did!" she sobs, her accent getting thicker. "Now look at us! We have all the money we want but we're the saddest humans on earth."
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Reyna's POV (Blake's mom)
I feel like exploding and yelling out everything that I've hidden from Blake since he was a child, but I can't. This is not the right time. It would break him.
This is what happens when a marriage is forced. I can't stand Max at all! He's a plonker that irritates me most of the time since he's always ignoring me but I doubt Blake notices any of that.
He starts walking back towards Blake and I. Brave as he is, Blake steps in between us again but I gently push him to the side.
"I can handle him, son," I tell Blake, who looks half terrified of what's going to happen next.
"I will never forgive you for what you did, Reyna. Never! I want a divorce!" he says and his words cut through my heart like a dagger.
As much as he breaks my heart, I still want us to be together. I regret cheating on him, but what drove me to that point, is jealousy. There's alot that happened in the past that I can't tell Blake right now, but soon I will.
"Please, Max. For the sake of our son, don't do this. If I knew... If only someone had told me Richard's plan, I wouldn't have gone to that extent. Please, just hear me out," I beg him, tears cascading down my cheeks. My hands are trembling and my skin is already pale.
"Never mention that man's name in my presence!" He winces and then he snorts. "So... You think I want to be associated with a drug dealer? Reyna... I've tried my best to make this marriage work but it just isn't. We can barely stay together for two hours straight unless we're asleep or pretending things are perfect between us in public. You see this?" he points in between us, "This, is what is going to happen to Blake if we're not careful, because you're the one who is always forcing Blake to be with Sabrina!"
Blake turns to me, frowning.
"What is he talking about?" he asks. It's not about Sabrina, he's asking about us.
Great! Just great! Why did he have to say that in front of Blake? Bollocks!
Now I'm forced to reveal part of our secret.
"Blake... The thing is... Our marriage was an arranged one, a forced one to be precise," I say and Blake gasps. "There's alot that's supposed to be said but, not today," I say and turn to Max.
"Please. I beg you. Don't leave me. I need you. Blake needs you... I regret everything I did. It's all my fault and I'm ready to face the consequences, just... Stay, please." At this point, I swallow my pride and kneel in front of him as I beg for forgiveness. Crying like a child, I take his hands in mine but he pulls them away faster than the speed of light.
"Dad, please. Like she said, she's sorry and we all need you. Even though both of you have barely been around as I grew up, you're still my parents and I need both of you. Please, we can... talk. Try to solve this problem and that of the company. If we each go on separate ways, your enemies will be winning and soon the Dawson name will just be a normal name, with no pride to it. Dad... Listen to mom, please," Blake insists and I hold his hand as I look up at Max. My tears are still flowing like a river.
"Get up," Max orders and I quickly do so. "You want us to talk? Fine... But you have to spill out everything you did, when and where!" He then turns to Blake. "This is just between your mother and I. I'll be coming over tomorrow."
"I understand, we'll be waiting for you," Blake says and places his hands on my shoulders. I sniffle. I desperately need a drink right now.
Atleast my husband is slowly calming down, so I think of something very fast.
"I'll prepare lunch–"
He cuts me off.
"You know very well I don't like your cooking," he announces and cringes. His words sting my heart. "Blake, please tell Carla to make my favorite meal for lunch tomorrow."
I sigh. I'll never be good enough for him. That's a fact that hurts me so much.
He quietly walks away and I remain silent. Blake is standing next to me and he pulls me into a hug and I sob on his shoulder.
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