Chapter 38

Marcus POV

Two and half months later....

I have been waiting impatiently for some results from the laboratory for almost twenty four hours. That was the turn around time for the test. No one informed me that I would be too anxious to sleep or work as I waited. I couldn't remember the last time I was too anxious to do anything.

However this was not a small thing. This was life changing results. This results will determine the dynamic of my family. For the past two months I have been doing some investigating. I have been investigating Jake and Katelyn specially. I had a hunch when our daughter was born that those two were more than close friends.

Turns out my hunch was right. All I had to do was threaten a few of my staff with unemployment and they spiled everything. Apparently Jake and Katelyn were dating. Not just dating recently but dating as far as when I was together with Katelyn.

Katelyn was cheating on me with my brother. Can you imagine that? Wow . The shock of the century. When I became aware of their relationship ,I almost tore them apart but I had to stop myself. I wanted to know more and alerting them of their cover being blown will only make them hide better.

I thought I knew exactly who my brother was, but everyday I keep learning something new. From receipts that were  four years old, I discovered that they have been going to couple's retreats, vacations and apparently my brother has met her parents.

I haven't even met her parents yet. This was a relationship that has been going on for almost four years. What annoyed me the most was they hid it from me. If they had approached me and told me they were in love,I would have given them my blessings. I would always support my brother's happiness ,always. He was my family.

However this- this was too much. The betrayal I felt after learning about they're affair, was like being stambed multiple time on the same wound. Why would he do this to me? His brother. I thought we had love for each other and even though that was not present ,I thought we respected each other.

I will admit I did not take the news well. I went away and hid for almost a week. I spent my time, drinking, getting into fights and sleeping, the usual. After I felt that I had more control over my emotions, I came back.

The love birds didn't even notice I was gone. During my trip away, I kept asking myself the same question .Is she really my daughter? Come to think of it, those two have been sleeping together for a while. Was it safe to speculate that the child is my brother's and not mine?

If that was the case, I needed to know. I needed to be aware that I am raising another man's child. It feels like every turn I take nowadays, their is a knife ready to dig deep in my heart. I don't know how much more I can take. I sincerely don't.

After I came back from my trip, I tried to get a glimpse of my daughter but it was harder than anticipated. She was guarded like a president's child. And the time I did get ,I had a chaperone with me the whole time. This only fueled my suspicion.

They were hiding something from me and I needed to know what it was. I wouldn't be surprised at this point if something else comes up. Immediately after that visit to my daughter ,I went to see a doctor about finding out the partenity of the child and he explained the whole process.

The process is painless for the child, that much I was glad to hear. We settled on getting a swab of her inner cheeks. Taking the sample was not entirely the problem. The biggest problem was seeing my daughter.

I payed the nanny extra to let me know when Jake and Katelyn were not around.  She texted me quite late in the evening ,saying they left for dinner. A dinner date ,she didn't have to hide the fact from me. I didn't really care. What I cared about was finding the truth.

My daughter was sleeping safely in her crib ,so I took the swab slowly without waking her up and placed it in the sterile bag provided by the laboratory. After kissing her goodnight ,I took the sample late at night to the laboratory. I couldn't wait one more second.

They took my sample and informed me that I would receive the results in a few days. The waiting part was the worst. I didn't sleep properly and I couldn't concentrate on my work. In other words I was a mess.

What if she is not my baby? What will I do next? I wanted to know the answers but I wasn't prepared for what came next. My life would change. But what if she is my baby? Then I would love her unconditionally ,make sure she is well taken care off and give her mum a piece of my mind.

Nevertheless I will still give those two a piece of my mind. That is after all this waiting is over. I flicked my wrist to check the time. Three hours left. Today I have accomplished nothing. I had three hours to do something meaningful and not consider the day wasted.

I called Adeline into my office and asked her to help me with some work. Within three hours we were done. This time I felt so much better and I asked Adeline to leave for the day. I heard my phone vibrate and I almost fell of my chair as I grabbed my phone.

A new email. I opened the email and read through everything slowly. I placed the phone back on my desk, leaned on my chair and closed my eyes. The news I have been dreading has come to pass. I was not the father of that beautiful child .

At first I was relived that I didn't sleep with Katelyn. The thought always made me feel sick . But after relive passed I was left with anger and disappointment. I remembered the hospital how I felt like I was intruding, when as it turns out I was.

She was not my child. She was not my child. The words took a while to sink in. When they finally did ,rage took over me and I found myself throwing things around my office. They played! They fucking played me!

And here I was feeling guilty for not being around my child, when she was not my child to begin with. My hands formed fists and I hit on everything I could to release this anger crippling me. When I was done I fell onto the ground and cried tears I have been holding all along.

Tears of pain, anger and heartbreak. I felt hopeless. I felt demeaned by people I thought were my family. I felt wasted. I woke up from the ground and walked upstairs to the penthouse. I didn't even remember there was an elevator.

As I slowly climbed up, I thought of the other child who is supposedly mine. Zawadi's baby. He or she was yet to be born but not far off.  I needed to know if that baby was mine too or it was another sick game. Ooh , Zawadi. My Zawadi.

I thought getting her arrested will make me feel somewhat better, but I didn't feel relieved. If I was being honest I felt guilty when she was dragged from the courtroom. The guards didn't care that she was pregnant. All they cared about is she didn't follow orders.

I wondered how she was doing. Is she taking care of herself? Who was I kidding, she was in jail, where she has to do what she is told. I hope they take it easy on her, she was heavily pregnant. If I knew the pregnancy was real I wouldn't have done what I did.

I sometimes regret the approach I took on this particular situation. She might have been a criminal but the baby was not to blame. I choose not to believe her until I get the DNA results. The child's sample will be taken tomorrow morning as well as my own.

The process is very painful for the mother and I assumed she would refuse when John approached her. The doctors assured her the baby will be okay and the process was safe.

I hoped and prayed that the child wasn't mine because if he or she is, I will never forgive myself for what I put their mother through. What I put them both through.

Time will tell.

Authors note:

Hello my lovely readers, first I want to say thank you for reading my book and giving it a chance. I appreciate it so much. Next I want to announce that we are almost at the end of the book. I know I have said it before but this time I mean it. Thank you for being on this journey with me.

Love you. Bye.