The other side
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Julian's pov
He was blunt with his question and it shocked me for sure. Kyren never crossed the line between us, not even with words.
He was always kind, sweet, and respectful…how a big brother should be with his little sister.
Then how come he asked me such a question?
Noah was angry when he found out about my pregnancy but he never dared to ask about the guy who I slept with or what happened. It was Mom who discussed that topic with me.
We had boundaries between us.
“Tell me…”
“Who was it? The man you slept with.”
My eyes shifted to the shining floor and adrenaline rushed down my stream. I was worried about saying anything, but that would only portray me as weak in front of him.
“I asked you something!” His deep voice interrupted my thoughts again.
My eyes looked up at him with confidence.
“He was an a*s who didn't even remember that we slept together and left me here all alone, pregnant.”
Silence replenished the air.
I could tell Kyren was quite taken aback to witness my feisty nature.
“His name?” He asked another question.
“Let's not talk about that je*k!”
My lips murmured.
He sighed.
“Four years ago, I remember telling you to settle for a good guy, then why…”
“Stop worrying about me, brother.” My words severed his sentence and he tilted his head slightly.
“You were right back then. It was just a mere attraction, not love.”
“After you left I got involved with a guy I shouldn't have and got pregnant. My taste in men s*cks!”
A frustrating smile glinted on his mouth. He was offended.
“And the part about settling for a good guy…there is a long line of admirers behind me, so rest assured.”
A breath slipped free of my lips.
“Goodnight, brother.”
My feet turned away from him, and I walked over to my bedroom door. I clutched the doorknob tightly and was about to push the door…
“You have really grown up, little one.” His deep voice muttered softly.
My gaze landed back on his face.
“People change, brother.” Having said that, my feet stepped into my bedroom and closed the door behind me.
What does he think of himself?
He rejected me four years ago and now he's worried about Tris’ father!
If I had told him that we slept together, he would have never believed my words. My existence was limited to a sister in his eyes and there was another woman.
Kyren never contacted me after he left for New York. It took me a lot of courage to move on from him.
At first, my heart accepted the fact that he was in love with someone else, but after finding out about my pregnancy, I thought of telling him since it was such a big thing and he had every right to know about it.
God knows how many times I have called him, texted him, and emailed him, but he never responded, not even once.
For two months, I kept calling him, texting him, and sending him emails.
“There's something important, brother.”
“Please call me when you're free.”
“I can't explain it in texts, Please.”
“Are you still busy?”
“There's something very urgent, brother.”
And one day he changed his number!
Eventually, my heart came to realize that Kyren Maddox had moved on with his new life in New York. He never looked back once to the people he had left behind.
Perhaps, his girlfriend kept him too busy!
One thing was for sure…
I don't want anything to do with Kyren Maddox anymore. He was my past and it will always stay like that.
***
Meanwhile…
Kyren's pov
It was a strange feeling to be back in Miami after four years.
When I was nineteen, my parents moved to New York to try their luck in business, whereas I stayed behind with my grandparents in Miami.
It was my comfort home from the start.
After two years, my dad earned a big name for himself in the business world and my mom got fame as an artist. Her paintings would sell for billions.
Even after my grandparents’ death, I kept living in Miami and continued my college and internship.
Noah was here and his family was always welcoming. We have known each other since college. I never thought a small encounter would bring us close and we would become such good friends.
Noah was my first friend.
Before him, my life wasn't that interesting, and I would rarely talk to anyone.
But then things got worse…
My dad started an affair behind my mom's back with his secretary. My parents were childhood sweethearts and mom couldn't take his betrayal.
She slowly started going crazy!
Her madness reached the point that she would even cuss at me. Dad knew everything but he didn't stop his affair.
One night, she attempted suicide, but her maid saved her at the right time. I wanted to leave Miami as soon as possible, and Dad booked a ticket for me.
It was the same night Joly came to my apartment looking for Noah. Thankfully, she didn't notice any pain in my eyes because the whole time my lips were smiling, pretending to be normal.
My patience was waiting for her to leave but unexpected rain interrupted that plan.
She was cold, shivering.
I gave her whiskey, saying it would warm her up, but the truth…I was seeking company for a drink to ease my pain. My emotions got the best out of me and my mouth drank until my pain was suppressed.
The next morning, when my eyes opened, I found myself in bed. My feet stepped out in the living room and Joly was gone.
“Did she take me to bed?”
It wasn't possible since I was way too heavy for that kid. I must have gone back on my own, and on top of that, there were no clothes in my body.
I never slept with my clothes on.
It was my doing.
There was only one problem that made me anxious about the night. Did my mouth tell her about my family problems?
I called her to confirm that my mouth didn't spill any secrets to her, and judging by her calm tone, my heart knew my secret was still a secret.
The next day, Mom cursed me again and even tried to kill her maid…and on the same day, Joly confessed her feelings.
I rejected her feelings because she was always like a sister to me and it wasn't easy for me to see her crying.
To stop her infatuation…I even lied about having another woman in my life and getting a job in New York.
Soon, my presence left Miami.
For four years, I was taking care of my mom all alone and had countless arguments with my dad. He wouldn't leave his secretary and even decided to divorce Mom for her.
After the divorce, we moved into a small apartment, and Mom started throwing more fits, like breaking things and cursing at everyone. She never stopped painting but they weren't lively anymore and lost their worth in everyone's eyes.
I worked my a*s off day and night starting from a low position. It was against my pride to work in my dad's company.
After three years of struggle, I finally achieved everything and established a publishing company of my own to give my mom a better future.
In the end…
She killed herself in her bedroom.
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