His Redeemed Love

Chapter 6: A Mess

Kaya’s POV

Moving to London was easier said than done. For the past two days, the three of us had been constantly on calls, but except for that one night where we discussed moving to London, I hadn’t seen Josh or Frey’s faces much. I ended my call with my new assistant and looked at the files in my hand. It was time to launch the next phase of my plan.

The house in London was ready—a beautiful European-style bungalow with ample space for the three of us and the baby, and more. The property was fully furnished and move-in ready. I bought it on a whim. I didn’t want to stay in a rented place; I needed something that felt like my own, a space where I could finally breathe. After being kicked out, I had lost all sense of security. So now, whatever gave me even a shred of stability became essential.

I caressed my tummy. “Baby, don’t worry about anything. Your mum loves you so much already. I’m waiting for the day I can hold you in my arms.” Soon, tears rolled down my cheeks. “I wish you were here, Tristan. You’re going to miss everything.”

As soon as his name crossed my mind, it was like a switch flipped. Thoughts of Tristan overwhelmed me, clouding my mind with the same old confusion and heartache. He hadn’t texted or called since the day he left. I missed him. And I hated that I did. I knew I should be angry at him—furious even—but I couldn’t. Despite everything, I loved him too much.

I clutched my chest, feeling the tight knot of pain forming, and let the tears flow freely. I hadn’t let myself break down in front of Frey or Josh. They’d worry too much. They were already busy with the move and everything else.

“Tristan… why did you do this?” I whispered through the sobs. “We had everything planned, everything… we were so close to our Happily Ever After.”

My mind wandered to the moments we had shared, the dreams we’d woven together. The life that now lay in ruins. Suddenly, my phone rang, snapping me out of the trance. I quickly wiped my tears and glanced at the screen. It was Frey.

“Hey, Kay! I’m bringing some sandwiches and steak for lunch today. Do you need anything else?” Frey’s voice was as lively as ever, cutting straight to the point as usual.

“Well, I’m fine with anything,” I replied, my tone flat, trying to suppress the emotional storm brewing inside me. I didn’t want her to catch on.

“Okay, I’ll be back in 30! See ya!” she chirped before hanging up.

I rose from my seat and rinsed my face in the bathroom sink, looking at myself in the mirror. The woman staring back at me looked so different from the person I used to be. The old Kaya—the one who always put everyone else’s happiness first, who ignored her own feelings and needs—was gone. That Kaya had been left at the altar, kicked out by her own mother when she needed her the most.

But now? Now, I was going to be the next business tycoon, financially stable, and soon to be a mother. The new Kaya wasn’t naive or foolish. She had been hurt enough, betrayed enough, and now it was time to live her life on her own terms. Tristan’s choice to leave meant he was going to be cut out of my life and the baby’s. My child would be mine. I’d make sure they never needed a father. I would be both mother and father for them.

I smiled at the thought and gently caressed my belly. The reflection in the mirror looked freer, more determined—someone who was ready to conquer the world.

But, of course, that moment of peace was short-lived. My phone rang again, and this time it was Maria, my PA. Well, one of them—I had two now.

“Boss, you need to see the news,” Maria said, her voice tight with worry. “Your condo is surrounded by the media. Someone leaked your address, and the news we suppressed has made the headlines again.”

I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly. “It’s my parents. Mr. and Mrs. Hartwell just can’t sit still, can they?” I said, frustration creeping into my voice. “It’s fine, Maria. Focus on handling PR. Ignore them. Right now, we need to stay focused on London. Oh, and look into who leaked my address.”

With a sigh, I settled back on my bed, crossing my legs as I began reading the news on my phone. Each headline stung like a fresh wound. How could anyone do this to their own child? I’d never hurt my baby like this, no matter what.

I took a deep breath and tried to refocus. We had a flight at 1 a.m. tonight. Everything was already arranged in London; I just needed to pack up the essentials. Simple, right?

By the time Frey arrived with lunch, I had most of my things ready to go. Josh came by later, and we all shared a meal, the tension from the media storm hanging over us like a dark cloud.

“You ready for tonight, Kay?” Josh asked, biting into his steak sandwich.

“Yeah, I think so. Once we get on that plane, everything will be different.” I tried to sound optimistic, but there was an uneasiness in my gut that I couldn’t shake.

“We’ll be by your side the entire time. You’re not facing this alone,” Frey reassured me, squeezing my hand. “And once we’re in London, we’ll start fresh. No one can touch us there.”

I smiled at her, grateful for their unwavering support. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

Later that night, with our bags packed and everything in order, we headed to the airport. The car ride was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the last few days. I kept my head down, trying to stay focused on the plan ahead. But as soon as we neared the airport, I saw them—reporters. Dozens of them, lining the street, blocking our path.

My heart sank.

Josh cursed under his breath, slowing the car to a halt. “I thought we suppressed the story.”

“I did too,” I muttered, my fingers curling into fists. “These aren’t just any reporters. They’re paid—by my parents, no doubt. They want to make sure I don’t leave without a scene.”

Frey looked worried, her eyes flicking toward the mob of journalists pressing against the car windows. “What are we going to do?”

I took a deep breath. I couldn’t let this stop us. I had to think fast.

“Give me a moment,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. “I’ll handle this.”

“Kaya, wait—” Josh started, but I held up a hand to stop him.

“It’s okay. I’ve got this.”

I stepped out of the car, immediately greeted by the flashing lights of cameras and a barrage of questions.

“Kaya, why are you leaving?”

“Kaya, what do you have to say about your parents’ statement?”

“Kaya, are you hiding something?”

I raised a hand, signaling for silence. The crowd hushed almost immediately, the cameras still trained on me. I forced a calm, collected smile onto my face.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, everyone,” I began, my voice steady but firm. “I understand you all have jobs to do, but so do I. Right now, I need some peace and quiet. I hope you can understand that.”

There was a murmur through the crowd, some of the reporters lowering their cameras, seemingly stunned by my calmness.

“I’ve been through a lot lately, and I’m just asking for a little humanity here,” I continued. “Please, give me the space to move forward with my life. That’s all I’m asking. Thank you.”

For a moment, it was as if time had frozen. The crowd was completely silent, the reporters exchanging glances. No one seemed to know how to respond.

I turned back to the car, slipping inside and closing the door behind me. Josh and Frey stared at me, mouths agape.

“Kaya… what the hell was that?” Josh finally asked, his voice full of awe.

I shrugged, a small smile playing on my lips. “Just a little EQ, that’s all.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You amaze me sometimes, you know that?”

“Let’s just get to the airport,” I said, settling back in my seat. “London awaits.”

And with that, we drove off into the night, leaving the reporters behind, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I was finally in control again.