Chapter 46

Cyrene’s POV

 

The camera is still on and everything is recorded live.

            E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.

            Everything was unexpected, disheartening, and a shitful, goddamn surprise. Jocelyn was full of surprises, as she had always been. But her tearful confessions earlier…it’s like watching a telenovela that I didn’t even anticipate to watch.

            I watched her vanish on that door and checked the comments on my live stream that I even forgot to turn—it was a good thing also that I didn’t, frankly speaking. It has reached a fucking two hundred thousand views in just a matter of hour. I was astonished, flabbergasted, and gaping that even an elephant could fit in my mouth.

            I pressed stop and ended the live stream. I closed my laptop and grabbed my phone while I dial a number. Yet, I was confused on what number I should call. Should I call Darwin? Damon? The police? The mental hospital?

            I should probably call Minerva for a warning.

            “Hello?” She picked up in just a single dial. Wait a minute, it’s not her. “Can I talk to Minerva?”

            “This is her nurse, Mariella. She’s still sleeping and just recently took her meds.”

            She’s in the hospital. Good.

            I phoned the admin and told them to hinder Jocelyn in the entrance. That hospital is actually owned by Darwin unbeknownst to Jocelyn. Darwin told me that I shall watch over Minerva in all the ways I can. Well, if he ever scolds me why I asked for his stepmom to be blocked in one of the establishments he owned, I ‘ll just utter one word: Minerva.

            But instead of commanding the hospital, another surprise made my heart almost leave for the trash can.

            “But miss…a patient named Jocelyn Gray is currently in the Emergency Room and is in a critical condition!”

           

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Damon’s POV




“The detective said that it was one of her dumped boyfriends that manipulated her car to swivel and cause an accident.”

            Cyrene pressed my hand tighter. I don’t know if she’s afraid or worried, or probably both.

            As they say, justice is truth in action. Months ago, I vowed to myself I would have raised hell for whoever made Derrick leave this world in an unexpected manner but also thank heavens that I manage to keep my tongue and my fist to myself—because if not, Jocelyn will not only have permanent amnesia. Her brain will totally be scattered on the floor.

            I now agree with a certain proverb that says “The more violent the love, the more violent the anger.” And it so happens that it exists on my ex-wife—the murderer of my sweet son and Darwin’s half-brother, Derrick Giordano.

            I should have said goodbye before he left my mansion that day. I should have said that he was such a good son, it is only I who became so trusting of time—thinking that I will just have another day to say that to him. And yet…there had been no Derrick on the next day. Just his fresh corpse lying atop a metal bed, a mortician before him. There had been no other time to say that I love him other than the day before he greeted death.

            Adn worse, I never had made him feel that he was my son unlike what I did to Darwin. They are both my sons; they are both from my own blood, my own flesh, my own essence. And yet…it’s only a matter of time before I follow my son’s footsteps. I am nearing my fifties. Others call me young, but they don’t know how old I feel on the inside.

            I never said goodbye to Derrick. I never uttered the three words that every son yearns to hear from their father: I love you. And it was a failure on my part.

            But the past is the past. It is now the time to face the future, to plan what is yet to happen. To make things right where no similar wrongdoing could occur.

            One thing is for sure: fuck Jocelyn.

             It’s not a surprise for me that Jocelyn is a collector of men. It’s a good thing that I never bed her. Our marriage is purely business—and with literally no strings attached, that no bed shall come between us.

            I always knew that Jocelyn would pull a Surprise Card the moment I turned my back on her. It had been a week since that remorseful incident happened. Yet, I don’t know if Jocelyn could be as remorseful as I am, as we are—that is if she can even remember what happened.

            It is just the right thing to tell her the truth that I no longer want to continue our so-called relationship rather than forcing myself to live with an evil incarnate.

            But what happened to Jocelyn is purely to what most people call: karma is indeed a merciless bitch. She’s the one behind my illegitimate son’s demise and so she shall pay for it. But due to her results after the psychological analysis—not to mention the fact that she has a permanent amnesia after the accident, she has been put to the mental hospital instead, along with my approval since Darwin will definitely choke her in front of the judge and court’s eyes if not for my intervention. Her ex-boyfriend Ridley, who was sentenced for an attempted murder, has been put to prison for a year. I have mixed emotions towards him—if I should give him a single punch or should I shake his hands and pat him on the back.

            But the fact that Jocelyn’s ‘live’ and unexpected, unprecedented, and unbelievable confessions have truly gone viral on the internet. I was about to pay an expert to take down the video but I have a second thought aside that it serves as the evidence when we had a trial in court. I guess it’s a nice way of showing to people as well that gambling would definitely affect one’s mind—and that committing murder and wrong acts just to gain the attention and  approval of a person is utterly erroneous and punishable by law.

            I am also glad to know that Jocelyn is constantly watched by the authorities in her mental ward as well. In case her ‘past self’ will surface again.

            “Damon?” I looked at my beloved, at my Cyrene. “Are you alright?” Smiling, I graciously nodded.

            “I am with child,” she confessed.

            My smile vanished. Smiles turned to tears, voices left broken as I hugged her tightly. Even lifting her from my office’s floor.

            Bending my both knees and grabbing the thing that I bought a week ago, I hoisted my head up to the angel that people thought was just a mere seductress. “Will you marry me Cyrene Clarkson?”