Chapter 127

***Levi.***

***Present day, two days later***

The room was warm enough for her, considering the fever she had suffered, since two nights.

It was October 5th and I knew what that entailed for me in regard to the threat from BB. To step down before Monday the 7th. Still I didn't give a fuck. My home was breaking. And I couldn't stop it.

I hadn't meant to show Kenya my true form. I had struggled to keep that part of me hidden from her all this time. But something in me shattered, the moment I watched those surveillance pictures of Kenya and the late doctor. All cozy, sweet. I had received intel that they had attended high school together and that had made matters worse.

The death of Alec Cruso was all over the news and I had commiserated with the family, being close business allies.

He wouldn't have died, if he hadn't trodden on marked territory. Such was the rule and he had failed. Now his entire family and my wife suffered the consequences.

My doctors attributed her fever to shock and fatigue. And I ordered she had the best treatment.

Her soul was refusing to heal and I feared the worst for our child.

*Our child.*

It felt like a drops of honey on my tongue.

*We made a baby.*

My heart suddenly grew warm, thinking of Kenya popping out a sweet bundle that looked like us.

I hadn't been given a chance for a proper family with Belle. And now I had this chance, I wasn't smoking it for the world.

Her IV went smoothly, while I silently watched.

A few moments later, Kenya stirred, my knees almost buckling in relief.

She pried her eyes open and the instant we locked gazes, she gasped. Eyes wide. She whimpered and I couldn't even begin to regret my actions nights ago. The look on her face, crushed me. She had seen the monster in me, and now she hated me.

"I wouldn't hurt you. I only wanted to ensure you're alright." I hastily explained.

My voice, calm, my expression contrite, I felt guilt at hurting her. But it was a hurt that couldn't have been avoided.

Silent, she only lay there, watching me warily. Her lips parched. Her eyes hollow.

The substances that had been administered to her hadn't affected her nor the baby. I had one of the best female gynecologists currently on standby in the Ruthford estate, in case she had any complications.

We had reached an impasse in our relationship with the wrong decisions recently made.

She, choosing to harbor thoughts of having other men. Me, unable to withstand the thoughts of sharing her with another.

But now, we had reached a break point. And I wasn't sure we could ever return from it.

I had crossed the line in my fury.

I needed to step back.

The hate in her eyes, unbearable, I spoke.

"I am leaving you here in the Ruthford mansion. I wouldn't disturb you, until the baby is born. It is only then; I would make arrangements to visit the child often. There would be no divorce, but we will go on with our lives."

She flinched, or was it my imagination. Perhaps I wanted her to protest my choice. Unfortunately, she said nothing. Only her haunted gaze, spoke.

Giving her one last look, before I disappeared from her life forever, I rose and crossed the room.

My fingers closed around the doorknob and her voice halted me.

"I didn't sleep with Alec."

I didn't want to turn back. But her weak voice pulled me.

Facing her now, she continued. Tears rolling, as she sat upright.

"That night he came, we kissed. And I had stopped him, when I realized I really loved the idea of a family with you. I had put aside my anger for you and focused on having the baby with you. I had told him all about it and he had listened. Somehow, we had fallen asleep. But I never cheated on you."

She cried, softly. My chest constricted at her confession. I hadn't cried in 20 years, since mum's death. And this woman was wielding my heart again with her powers.

"And K.C. I didn't see him that night I touched myself." She continued. I looked at her, confused.

"I saw you. I came for you. But I couldn't say the words to K.C, because I hadn't wanted to appear weak. I haven't seen another man, ever since I saw you."

*I saw you.*

I stilled. My tongue heavy. A tight knot that used to be rooted in the depths of my soul, loosened.

And what was left was a bundle of frayed nerves, too ruined to find solace.

Those words rang in my ears. Seeking the fortresses of my heart. Breaking the ice, until only puddle remained. A pool of despair. Of regret. Of years of resentment against love. Against emotions. Against weakness, which had ruled me for years, since I fell into the shadow world.

I wanted to speak. Counter her claim. But I couldn't.

No flaw in her confession. Only the heart of the listener, that got destroyed by grief and suffering, years ago.

And now, it was like there was a need to awaken. To find a center. To climb down the pinnacle of the anguish and hate that had swamped me for so long.

"As soon as the baby is born, I would send word. Preferably, send your minions to keep an eye on me." Kenya's tone was resigned.

Her initial hurt, replaced by a malicious hatred. I allowed my gaze linger. My emotions warring within me.

"Good night, Levi. Don't worry, I would keep to your terms." She gave me one last look, before she lowered herself in the bed. Shifting to her side.

I compelled my legs out of the room.

Her muffled sobs, reached my ears as I shut the door.

And perhaps shutting her love, forever.