Chapitre 7: CHAPTER 6
Douglas Lee (POV)
I was doubting life, everything I had been taught from a young age, everything I had seen and experienced in my odd twenty years of being born.
My father from a young age was always a strict person, may his soul rest in peace. He was a very scary man who always preached about principles from morning till evening. And the more he preached about it, the more that I wanted to just rebel and have that taste of what it was like to walk on that path that my father especially hated.
That man had never really pampered his children with love. All he knew was to pressure us and give us a beating whenever we failed to do something.
He wanted us to be perfect in everything, which was impossible for we weren’t born as Superman. Even Superman also had a weakness, so why did he have to do everything that he did?
My mother was the most pitiful woman in my eyes. Not only did she fall in love with a strict man but he also happened to be married again.
To think that she was so desperately in love that she tolerated everything that my father did to her. Whenever I think of him, I always feel like digging up his grave and just scattering his bones in a garbage station.
That man was always comparing us to his first wife’s children, and that feeling was quite exhausting and made me hate him more every single second that I saw him.
There wasn’t anything that he didn’t teach us. At least for that, I applaud him, for I can be considered being an all-rounder now.
However, despite his ruthlessness towards us and my mother, the man still taught us that there are certain boundaries that we shouldn’t cross. And maybe he was saying this out of experience and one of those teachings was to never involve themselves with married people.
Honestly to me, this was just hilarious, for my father was married when he wooed my mother into a relationship and gave her children before she was able to find out.
By the time my mother found out about how my father had a family already, it was already too late. At that time, my mother had given to three children already, with me being the second-born child.
At least I had it better, unlike my older brother, and since we were mixed race, with my mother being a Shuewana national and my father from Upia, which was in the Eastern Continent, we looked very different.
And that difference among other kids and the fact that we were on the darker side compared to them and taking our mother’s genes, unlike being Caucasian like our father, we didn’t have it easy.
And on top of that, our father just loved to make things worse for us. It wasn’t quite easy, but one day, the man finally died in a car accident. Not that I am hurt by his death, it was more of a relief to us, actually. At least our mother no longer needed to suffer so much.
And the man seems to have manners, although he didn’t marry our mother, he still was generous enough to leave them enough inheritance which mother used to bring everyone back to her home country.
Living in Shuewana was better than staying in Upia, and we experienced this firsthand. And we have been back for a couple of months now.
And being in Shuewana, I am very happy, especially when living in such a great neighborhood called Hillside Garden Estate, the place where I am finally learning that all those principles taught to me might be slowly slipping away from me.
It wasn’t like my mother, and we were rich. We aren’t that overly rich, but my uncle, my mother’s brother, happened to be very rich.
He is not in the country but staying overseas and owns a house on the garden estate. Since no one was staying there, and a caretaker was busy looking after the house, my uncle decided to allow his sister, my mother, to stay at his house.
And this is how I started living in such a neighborhood filled with a lot of rich people. There were all different kinds of people in that area. Slender, curvaceous people, handsome men, and just every kind one would love.
I have always been a romantic person and have dated my share of women in the past. I don’t want to lie, but I was born handsome and I have never wooed a girl in my entire life.
Every single girl I have dated, or slept with, they all approached me and as long as they were to my liking, I never hesitate to go all the way. Since they were throwing themselves at me, why should I even decline free meat?
So, my confidence is very high. Just because I never wooed anyone didn’t mean that I can’t. I told myself before that as long as I find someone that strikes my heartstrings, I would go for that person no matter what and it seems that it was happening but a pretty bit too fast.
Not only was it fast, but it just happened to be with the wrong person.
Why in the world would I fall head over heels in love with an older woman who just happens to be married on top of that?
This unforeseen situation of the heart had been bothering me for weeks now and I was finally reaching my end’s wit.
I don’t know how to proceed in such a case like this at all and knowing this fully; I feel as if I will go crazy if it continues.
Honestly, I didn’t even know that she was married when I first saw her. She was the most beautiful woman I ever saw.
To me, age is just a number and as long as we vibe, we could get together. So, when I saw her, I knew that I had to have her. It wasn’t about the money or something like that, everything in me just screamed to have her and I decided to act on that.
But who would have guessed that in my journey of investigating my beloved one, I would come across such heartbreaking news that made me depressed for weeks?
Why did she have to be married? Why wasn’t she divorced at least? Why did some man have to be with her every single night, embrace her, and shower her with love?
Thinking up to this point, I would flare up even at this moment when I think of her being with her husband, I get angry.
I just want to snatch her away from him and show her that there is someone out there who deserves to be with her and not that man.
However, my thoughts happened to be so bad that it was slowly getting away from what I had been taught by my father. Although the man is dead, something in me just makes me follow his teachings and now I am very confused.
Should I go for her or not?
Would she reject me or accept me?
I am literally going crazy and just need someone to pave the way for me right now.
Cadeaux
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