The Broken Wife's Unforgivable Doom

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"It takes a strong mom, to be a father too." ~ Pinterest.

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The little boy raced into the opening of the RitzCarlton hotel. This was something he did everyday after his teacher Mrs. Daniela dropped him off at his mother's work place. Yes, he attended one of the most expensive schools in New York. Yes, he attended Piano lessons every Wednesdays with Mrs. Calisto, Yes he also took French classes. Yes, he had everything any six year old could ever want and yes his mother provided all that from Maids salary.

"Hey Tim." The boy greeted the man at the front desk of the five star RitzCarlton restaurant.

"Hey buddy, good day at school ?" Tim asked giving the little boy with blonde hair and blue eyes a warm smile.

"Yep, my math teacher says I'm a genius when it comes to addition." The little boy grinned widely.

"Your mom will be so happy, hey. Now go sit over there with Cal while you wait for your mother. Tell him to make strawberry milkshake for the genius huh ?" Tim said ruffling the little boys hair who nodded and excitedly ran over to the bar area. He was used to the hotel. His mother worked so many shifts and she didn't trust leaving her child with a stranger plus the manager allowed her to bring Leondre to work. Above all it saved money.

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He had been waiting for his family to arrive for over twenty minutes. His mother would surely take her time to look good seeing as she was the famous Jeanine Levetté. The famous French model in the good old days, everyone admired her in the fashion industry. She had her own fashion line, she had even been a judge on America's next top Model. At the age of fiftyfour Jeanine was still calling all the shots and setting trends.

His Father was a different story. Benjamin Levetté was the most down to earth man. You would always be graced by his presents at charity events of any kind. He was the owner of the Levetté wine company which had been passed down from generation to generation and now Andre was the one in charge. His family was the most successful family in Hollywood.

His brother was his own person Luc Georges Levetté was a party animal. He always brought bad publicity for the Levetté family, first dropping out of college, crashing sports cars and damaging property... he seemed to always be up to something. The twentytwo year old was just out of control.

Andre turned to his left and saw a little boy eagerly drinking his strawberry milkshake. He was smartly dressed in his grey pants and a dark blue blazer. It seemed he was coming from school, Andre thought but who would leave a little boy in this huge Hotel all alone.

"Hey Mister." The little boy said with a smile.

"Are you bored like me ?" The blonde haired boy gave Andre a quirky smile with his teeth missing.

"Uhm just waiting for my family to arrive." He replied. He wasn't good with kids, he tried not to seem cold.

"Sounds nice, I get lonely sometimes. It's just me and my mom." Leondre said anxiously.

"What about your father ?" Andre asked his acquaintance, he seemed to act too mature for his age.

"My father left my mom when I was still in the stomach." The boy said seeming unbuffered by his own words. Andre felt bad infact he felt pity for the little boy so when he saw his family walking into the room, he felt bad leaving him alone. The little boy had mentioned that he would get lonely at times.

"Do you want to join me and my family for dinner ?" Andre asked. Leondre's face instantly lit up. He couldn't believe this stranger had invited him over to their table. His mother always said don't talk to strangers but he thought making conversations with strangers no longer made them strangers and therefore he wasn't doing anything wrong.

"Yes, thank you Mister." Leandre grinned grabbing his milk shake.

"Call me Andre." He replied giving him a gentle smile.

"Okay Mister Andre." Leondre replied making Andre smile to himself. This little boy seemed to be the most respectful kid he had ever met. He wasn't a fan of kids but if he had a kid who acted this matured he sure wouldn't mind.

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"Andre who is your little friend ?" Mr. Levetté asked giving the little boy a polite smile which he returned as a nice gesture.

"Oh papa, I just met him today. He was sitted alone at the bar, his mom is working so I invited him over for dinner. Hopefully you don't mind ?" Andre explained picking up the menu.

"He is a cutie, Hey young man I'm Ben, Andre's father." Mr. Levetté introduced himself.

"I'm Leondre nice to meet you Mister Ben." Leo said shaking Mr. Levetté's hand stunning everyone on the table with his very good manors.

"What a gentleman." Jeanine smiled at the little Blondie. Deep down she still felt skeptical. She feared her worst fear could be coming to life. Della could not have been pregnant..

"I'm Luc, Andre's brother." Luc gave him a smirk.

"Nice to meet you all." Leo grinned. It was nice that he would spend his evening with a family. He was tired of watching families converse while he sat alone waiting for his mother. He didn't mind, he knew she worked hard for him to get everything he wanted. He appreciated it.

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Once the food had been served, Leo told them all about himself. They thought he was a very interesting fellow. The Levetté's dinners or gathering had never been this graceful.

"Your parents must be super rich if you go to Roosevelt Private International School ?" Jeanine asked Leo as she took a sip from her wine. She couldn't help but feel like she was talking to six year old Andre even his gestures were odd. From the way he ate to the way he talked.

"No, my mom works here at the hotel and I don't have a father. He left my mom when I was in the stomach." Leo said absentmindly.

"Poor kid." Luc muttered under his breath.

"Not everyone needs a father, my mommy is both." Leo said shocking everyone on the table with his intelligence. He spoke like a adult.

"That's quite true, Leo." Ben said proud of the little boy; he had only came to know twentyminutes ago.

"What else do you do ?" Luc asked.

"I play piano on Wednesdays and Soccer on Saturdays. Sometimes I read books with my mom, she wants to be a writer. When she publishes her book, we will be very rich then we can go to Disney land." Leo replied, with so much enthusiasm.

Something seemed to hit a nerve in Andre's body, he remembered his ex wife Adela McCarthy. She was an aspiring writer but had not published anything yet. He would read some of her rough drafts whenever they had some time alone together besides all the lovemaking they did in the bedroom. Well that was until she betrayed him, She had cheated, deceived him and stole from him and his family. He needed to forget about her.

"Mister Andre" Leo took him out his daze. He had zoned out. It had been so long since he saw his family laughing. It seemed Leo was a blessing in disguise.

"There is my mother." Leo pointed at the woman with black jet hair and a curvy petite body in a black and white maid uniform. She was approaching them. The atmosphere seemed to become tense as she took a few more steps towards their table. Andre saw all the memories flash in front of him, from when they met at Starbucks, their first date, the engagement, the wedding, the divorce. It all happened so fast.

Jeanine was beyond shocked. She knew this was her grandson it had to be. Della never cheated, she planned it and framed her. Jeanine was just doing what was best for her son ;Andre. Ben and Luc looked at the cheating woman whom they used to be fond of but not anymore.

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Della was done with her shift. Tim had told her that Leo was sitted at the bar having his milkshake. She smiled as she was about to pay. Tim insisted.. "No, it's on the house Della, for my favorite little man." She thanked him before heading off to look for her son.

Della missed him so much. He was her little Angel. She loved him to bits, Leo was all she had after being humiliated by the Levetté family. She promised herself she wouldn't cross their paths again. They weren't exactly people, whom she wanted her son to associate with. When he was older he could decide if he wanted to look for his father but for now it was best he stay hidden from the bad publicity and attention that they brought.

She gracefully walked towards Leo's direction. She was shocked when she saw the familiar faces, it had to be a dream. Andre looked at her with anger as if he had seen a ghost. Jeanine looked beyond shocked but Ben and Luc had mutual expressions.

Leo hugged her then he turned back to the Levetté family. "Mommy, I made a new friend this is Mister Andre, he invited me over for dinner with his family. He is so nice Mommy." Leo said in an excited voice.

"Uhm that's great sweetie." Della awkwardly sidled avoiding Andre's gaze. Jeanine looked at her with an expressionless look. This just had to be karma on her part. She never thought they would see each other again.

"Oh that's nice. Leo why don't you thank this nice family for letting you sit on their table." Della raised her eyebrow at Leo who turned around looking at the family. "Thank you for letting me sit with you but now I have to leave now. My mom is done with her shift." Leo explained, Della couldn't wait for them to go away. She had never imagined that she would be in such a position.

"It was a pleasure having you around little man." Mr. Levetté replied gracefully acting normal.

"Bye Leondre." Luc replied. He had infact taken a liking to the little guy.

"Where's your satchel?" Della asked her son who quickly ran to where he had been sitted at the bar.

"Thank you." Della said before leaving. Leo grabbed his bag then told his mom all about his day at school and how he kept answering all the answers in math class. Della's mind was still stuck on the events that had occurred before her. Hopefully they would just think since she cheated and it wasn't Andre's son.

Hopefully.

"Love is so much better when you are not married." ~ Maria Callas.

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Della made her way to the Levetté company, the building was huge. It hadn't changed a bit. It intimidated her, everyone seemed to be dressed all professional while she was in a sun dress and flats... her hair tied in a high bun. Jeanine had called her for a meeting, she mentioned it being very important. She didn't know how she had managed to get her number or what but how—

Della was afraid they would take her son away from her. She promised herself that she would protect Leondre from the Levetté family and the spot light. She wanted him to have a normal life. Della wanted to raise her son into a gentleman, one whom any girl would be lucky to have. Leo was definitely special, everyone whom he met seemed to love him.

After the receptionist allowed her to go up for her so called appointment. She remembered how she countless times she walked into this building with so much love for husband. Now she didn't feel anything, she had accepted that maybe love wasn't meant for her. At this point it definitely wasn't a priority. Love just wasn't a priority.

Della was raised by her grandparents after her father and mother had her when they were only sixteen. Della's mother always gave her the impression that she shouldn't have been born or she destroyed her life or she didn't deserve any love. She didn't know her father unfortunately because he didn't want anything to do with her either.

She was numb, she had been hurt so many times she had stopped expecting anything. After her grandparents were both no more. She had her degree in Literature and was working on her writing. After the divorce she was forced to drop out... not only because she was pregnant but also the fact that she could no longer afford it. A Good Samaritan later came along. She wanted to help other people out there battling with depression. Della wanted to tell them that everything passes, it's never permanent.

She knocked softly on the door as she heard a come in, she entered the neat office that belonged to Jeanine. "Morning Mrs. Levetté, you requested to see me." She still spoke so respectfully to the person who broke her marriage.

Jeanine was surprised by how calm she seemed even more surprised by her dressing. It was simple so simple, it made her blank not outstanding. When Della had been married to her son, she atleast put an effort but now... you could tell that she wasn't trying to get any man's attention.

"Yes and I assume you know exactly what it's about." Jeanine laced her fingers together, giving her a serious look.

"I'm not sure but whatever it is please don't take my son away from me, he is all I have." She said nervously. "He—" she was immediately cut off.

"I know Mrs. Levetté, I also have a son now and I understand where you are coming from. I don't want any trouble myself, I just want to continue living with my son in peace." Della putting a fallen strand of hair behind her ear.

"So you won't tell Andre ?" Jeanine's face lit up, she didn't think that Della would be this easy to convince. She was so different from the Della she knew. The feisty, adamant Della who always stood up for what was right or always challenged her wasn't here anymore. Pain really does change people.

"Andre knows that I'm a cheater, I don't want any trouble really." Della muttered fiddling with her fingers.

"I'm sorry, I destroyed your marriage." Jeanine. "I can always give you some sort of payment even if it's for years. I assume you need help raising the boy." She suggested but Della immediately shook her head.

"No no no... Mrs. Levetté, please don't! I have enough shifts to sustain my son and I." Della gave a her a genuine smile. "Besides you didn't destroy my marriage you made me realise that your son never loved me and that's okay."

Instead of feeling relieved, Jeanine actually felt sad that her grandson would never know his father or acknowledge that he is a Levetté.

"You did what was best for your son and I would have probably done the same for Leo. I totally understand, it's a mother's instinct." Della seemed calm as these words left her lips. She had been disappointed all her life so this should faze her. If she couldn't be happy then atleast she could make others around her happy.

"You have changed so much Della." Jeanine looked at her suspiciously.

"Oh no really I just grew up. Andre and I were just young and infatuated we were convinced it was love." She sadly let out a laugh.

"My son loved you." Jeanine whispered to herself.

"It was a mistake honestly and you helped both of us to realise that, I hope he finds the right woman for him."

Jeanine was a bit taken aback by the way she was talking, she seemed so calm and unbothered. The old Della would have defended herself but this Della didn't seem to care about anything except her son.

"She builds others up because she knows what it's like to be torn down." ~ Pinterest.

"I heard everything." Andre sighed looking at his father who was also appalled by what his son had told him.

"I have a son with Della and mom was willing to keep him away from me." Andre looked at the view in his office that was on the twentysixth floor.

"What are you going to do then?" Benjamin Levetté asked.

"Della." was the only thing he muttered. He had not trusted her instead he listened to his mother and hurt her beyond all reason.

"You still love her?" Andre's father questioned.

"What about your mother does she know that you know?" Ben asked curiously. He knew his wife had something to do with their tragic divorce. Jeanine was the type to do whatever she set her mind to even if it meant hurting the other person. Determination drove her, Ben always told her that there is a difference between running a family and a fashion show... in family there is no competition but Jen always confused the two.

"I just want to win my family back, I will deal with mother later." Andre walked back to his huge mahogany desk.

"Della seemed different. I don't think she is the same girl who fell inlove with you."

"Papa, I am aware of that but I will get her back at all costs. She has to know, I made a mistake!"

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Della sat on the bench in the park, she had her off days every sartuday. After fetching Leo from his piano lessons they would sit in the park for a while watching the sun set. Della was so focused on the novel that she had been reading that she didn't realize someone had sat beside her. Leo had ran off playing with Mr. Griffins dog. She lived in the same apartment complex with the eighty year old man who spent his time playing chess at the park.

The cologne of the person who had sat beside her brought back alot of unwanted memories. She turned to look up from her book still wearing her reading glasses. She saw the man whom she had been avoiding ever since she gave birth to her little Leondre.

"Beautiful view, isn't it?" Andre muttered to the beautiful lady who looked beautiful in her long sun dress and sandals, her hair in wavy curls.

"Uhm it is." Della said standing up but before she could, Andre held her hand and sparks between them were unavoidable.

"I'm sorry but I was just about to leave." She looked at anywhere besides his piercing blue eyes.

"Della" before Andre could finish his sentence, she stopped him.

"Andre please we are in public and you know how the press gets." She said almost as a whisper.

"I don't care about the press." He replied.

"You can't be seen with me." She added.

"Why because my mother will be angry that I found out what she did." He hissed.

"She is your mother, she was just doing what was best for you? Please let me go!" She sighed feeling defeated. The man she once loved was standing infront of her.

"And keeping my son away was what was best for me?" He said trying to find her eyes but she didn't want to look at him.

"He is not your son, I cheated..." she sighed. "With many different men, I don't even remember who Leo's father is! There's a very low chance of you being the father. I know my cycle and we didn't... we were always careful. Please don't waste your time or have high hopes."

"We both know that's not true." He pulled her close but she instantly pulled away.

"Andre please don't be mad at your mother, she loves you and she helped both of us realise that what we had was a mistake." Della explained, she didn't want to be the reason why Jeanine and her son's relationship would be ruined.

"How can you defend her after she ruined our marriage ?" He seemed shocked by every word that came from her luscious lips that he missed so much.

"She is your mother, she loves you and I'm just some girl who was a mistake child with alot of baggage. She knew that I wouldn't be good for you. This isn't worth it. Just stop please!" Della finally looked at him, he seemed hurt by her words.

"You were good for me." He caressed her cheek but she pulled away.

"Please Andre, don't do this." She pleaded pulling away from his grip.

"Do what?" He asked.

"Lie to me." She finished his sentence.

"I'm really content with what I have and I hope you find the right woman for you. I honestly mean this from the bottom of my heart and I'm not bitter about how everything played out. Just please leave me alone. I always told you this —us— was a bad idea." She removed her reading glasses and put them in her bag as well the novel, she had been reading.

"Mom mom mom" Leo ran towards them.

"Yes, sweetie?" Della asked.

"Mr. Griffins said Fierdo is having puppies and when they are born, I can have one." Leo said out of breath.

"That's great, we can have a puppy." She hugged him.

"Hey Mister Andre you finally met my mom, isn't she beautiful." Leo said looking at the man who was supposedly his father but ofcourse he didn't know that.

"She really is." He smiled at Della but she looked away feeling very much uncomfortable.

"Do you want to take her on a date ?"

"Leo, no apologise right now! You don't say such things to strangers ." Della said awkwardly but Andre found this amusing.

"But mom I want you to know it's fine, I don't mind having a step father. I want you to be happy too." Leo said softly.

"But I'm happy with you." Della looked at her son who seemed to grew taller everyday. He was taller than everyone in his grade, people even assumed he was eight. Yes, he got his genes from the Levetté family. They were all tall.

"Fine, I'm sorry Mister Andre. That was rude of me." Leo said looking at the man whom he seemed to like alot.

"It's okay little man infact I would love to go on a date with your beautiful mother." He stole a glance at his exwife who only glared daggers at him.

"Mr. Andre, it was nice seeing you but we have to leave." She held her son's left hand.

"Yep, i have French class tomorrow. I wanted to take Spanish but mom says it's important I learned French." the boy explained.

"Well your mother is very clever, i speak French too." He answered.

"Really? You could help me with my homework sometime. My mom and I are always googling but you speak French." Leo said excitedly.

"Leo" Della hissed.

"I don't mind, here is my card call me if you need anything."

Della just wanted to leave but before they walked away. Leo ran back and gave Andre a hug. It seemed to warm her heart but it didn't matter maybe Leo deserved to know who his father is. She was so lucky that he was a clever understanding kid.

"You ain't never been inlove until you've begged God to help you let go." ~ unknown.

He looked at her beautiful face as her eyes slammed closed when he thrust into her. She let out a moan cursing incoherent words. Her lips seemed so inviting, he pressed his lips on top of hers. He could never get used to the feeling of being inside her, from their wedding night ;he knew he was hooked. He loved her with his heart and soul. She was the woman of his dreams, Della was the woman whom he would spend the rest of his life with.

He gave her slow deep strokes continuously and she arched her back enjoying the feeling of her husband being deep inside her core. She loved him so much, he made her feel special every single day and night which is now. She opened her eyes and let out another moan while looking into his sparking ocean blue eyes. She let her hands hang loose around her husbands shoulders.

After an amazing time, they both reached their climax. "I love you so much chéri." Andre whispered as he put a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear. She blushed, she always felt shy, no matter how many times they had made love. "I want you forever ma moité" He whispered his warm breath tickling her neck. He felt like the luckiest man alive, from the day he laid his eyes upon her ; he knew right there and there she was the one.

The sound of a knock on the door stirred him from his sleep. He opened his eyes and looked to his right only to see an empty space. "Stupid dreams." He hissed throwing the pillow off his King size bed. It was not the first time that he had a dream about his exwife but now it was just heartrending or rather cheerless. The knock on the door reminded him of the reason why he had woken up from his dream... he thought he was over that phase of wetdreams.

"Señor, Breakfast is ready downstairs." Marta said on the other side of the door but her voice was quite audible inside the room even though, not so long ago. He had made sure the walls to his master bedroom were soundproof for various reasons. He remembered how Della laughed at his ludicrous idea at the time.

"Yes, bien Marta." He replied in his French accent. Andre just couldn't get her off his damn mind. The whole weekend, she was all he thought about. Having had that conversation with her on Friday, he felt sick at heart. He had a son named Leondre, he was a father. The thought made him smile even though things weren't in the right order at the moment, he knew he would have his family back in this very same house.

"Andre, i need to tell you something please just give me a few minutes." Della said tears streaming down her cheeks. She still laid on the tiled floor where she had landed when Andre hit her coldly.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. JUST SHUT IT, I TOLD YOU I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU ANYWHERE NEAR ME EVER AGAIN YOU CHEATING WHORE OR PERRA PENDEJA WHATEVER YOU LATINAS CALL IT. YOUR FATHER KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING WHEN HE LEFT BECAUSE YOU ARE A DAMN CURSE. NO WONDER YOUR MOTHER DOESN'T EVEN WANT YOU AROUND. I'M SO DISGUSTED TO HAVE FELL FOR A CUNNING WOMEN LIKE YOU. DELLA YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN MAYBE YOU WOULD HAVE DONE US ALL A FAVOUR. YOU WERE A MISTAKE."

After those words, Della picked herself up. Tears running down her cheeks like Niagara Falls or rather Victoria Falls ; they just kept coming. Andre was glad she was leaving finally although a part of him felt heart sickened.

After the divorce he was a wreck. His beard grew distasteful giving the press something to write about about. He stopped caring about his image from there on. He could only imagine how much worse it had been for Della...

Pregnant and Divorced.

"Of course, I believe in love at first sight. I'm a mom." ~ Pinterest.

"I told him that Leo wasn't his child." Della said putting the new bed covers for one of the hotel suites.

"Did he believe you?" Mila asked curiously fixing the unmade bed. They were both in their maid uniforms, they had been friends ever since Della started working at the hotel four years back. Mila was also a Latino which made it really easy for them to be friends. Having the same language and very much same interests. Mila knew everything that had happened to her best friend. The shit her arsehole husband put her friend through.

"Everyone knows I cheated, Mila so he has to believe me." Della said in a monotonous tone, she didn't care about alot of things. She hardly got excited for anything unless it had to do with her son. She found zero interest in anything really—

"But look, if he said he knows what his mother did that means he knows you are lying." Mila replied after a hard well thought.

"Even if he founds out what happened? What's the point? We should just let it go." Della replied folding the white towels near the ensuite basin.

"So you don't feel anything?" Mila asked looking at her friend expectedly but all she did was look up and frown then continued doing her work. Mila knew that Della had been so heartbroken that she was so numb but deep down inside she hoped she would see her friend happy again with another man. She certainly wouldn't allow that dog from the Levetté's into her friend's life again.

"Della ?" Mila wiggled her eyebrows.

"Mhm?" Della answered breaking away from her thoughts, she was thinking about how much she needed to save so that Leondre could go for that school camp and the things that he would need. Ofcourse all the work she put in was all for her little young man.

"I asked you a question." Mila replied at her friend who seemingly showed no interest.

"Uh no I didn't feel anything." Della replied going back to her cleaning.

"You sure? I mean your exhusband is quite a hot mess." Mila said blithely but Della just shook her head and continued with her work.

"Which suite are you assigned to next ?" Mila asked changing the subject.

"Uhm 132B infact the whole left wing." Dela replied.

"Well I'm on the C side so I will meet you at lunch." Mila added making her way out of the suite before blowing her friend kisses.

"Okay Mila." Della smiled at how childish her friend was being.

It was almost midday when Della's manager called her and told her that she needed to attend to the royal suite. Della didn't mind because it was her job. She made her way towards the Royal Suite, it was obviously the biggest suite in the hotel. Usually snobs with high demands always resided in that suite. Della knocked on the door before yelling... "Room service." Her voice echoed. After a few minutes the door opened revealing—

Luc.

"Uhm" She was about to speak when he gave her a brief smile, it would have charmed her but she was immune to his charms.

"It's okay, Dells you don't have to explain anything and I don't have anything against you. That's your business with Andre." He said cheerfully. What made it awkward for Della was that her exbrother inlaw was half naked, she knew exactly what was going on. "Oh and Dells meet my special girl Elisabeta Pimentel." He grinned opening the door widely revealing a blonde girl. "She is Mexican, so English isn't really in her vocabulary." Luc said anxiously.

"Oh, nice to meet you Elisabeta." Della awkwardly sidled.

"Luc, why you speak to maid ?" The girl said obnoxiously rolling her eyes. Della wasn't fazed by it, it wasn't the first time that she had been insulted by the rich at the hotel. It was practically the highlight of this this job.

"She is my sister in law, don't talk to her like that." Luc mustered a frown.

"It's okay Luc" Della said calmly.

"No, Della it's not okay. My mother and Brother treated you badly, I'm not going to allow anyone else to treat you like that. I always considered you as family and deep down I know you didn't do it." Luc replied steadily.

"And Leo is a nice little boy, I hope he will know me as his uncle soon enough." The young man with blonde curls added. Della was a little taken back by what Luc had just said. Elisabeta was confused with how the conversation had escalated so she took the champagne bottle and went inside pouring a glass for herself. She didn't care, she had just came here for a good time with one of the eligible bachelors in New York.

"How—" Della was immediately cut off.

"Della, I'm not as dumb as you think. Leo has blonde hair and blue eyes which you certainly don't have. He is a replica of my Brother." Luc chuckled. Della was taken aback.

"Andre is not the only one with blonde hair and"

"Yes, he isn't but Leo is as old as your divorce so when did you have time to hook up with people huh?"

"I cheated on Andre so that explains when I got time to hook up with people." Della lied through her teeth. Luc let out an innocent laugh.

"Sure you did, virgin Mary. You still go to church?" Luc asked knowing she did. Della was Roman Catholic, her grandparents had raised her in a Christian environment. They taught her to only give herself to a man on her wedding night. They taught her all the values in the bible. From a very young age, she grew accustomed to the life of a Roman Catholic family, Community, school and everything. She lost her faith a bit with what had happened to her with Andre...

"Yes, i do." She sighed.

"You should invite me sometime, maybe I will find me a Bella but I won't be as stupid as my brother to let her go." He gave her a genuine smile.

"Uhm enjoy your wine, I will be on my way." Della brushed his comment off, he just seemed amused as he closed the door and went back to his fun with Elisa.

"God is a father, to the fatherless." ~ Psalm 68.

Weeks had passed by, Della was relieved that her worst fear had not come to life. The Levetté family wouldn't meddle in her son's life. She would continue living her life like nothing had occurred some weeks back. Everything would be back to normal. Maybe luck was finally on her side.

What Della didn't know was that when her son came back from school and sat at the hotel lobby. He asked Tim if he could use the phone. Leo had held onto the card that Mister Andre had given him two days before. Leo liked Mister Andre alot, he was very nice and they had the same hair like twins, Leo thought.

"Leo, you want me to call Andre Levetté ?" Tim asked the little boy unsure if he should.

"Yes, he is my friend. He said I could call him whenever, I needed anything." Leo smiled sheepishly.

"Is your mother aware of this ?" Tim questioned.

"No and please please please don't tell her." Leo said giving Tim his puppy dog eyes.

"Okay fine, only because you helped me ask Veronica out." Tim added thinking back to when Leo asked Veronica to go out with his lonely uncle Tim. She couldn't resist his cuteness. Tim dialed the number as soon as it rang, he handed the phone to the little boy standing infront of the front desk of the hotel Lobby. Leo was tall, infact quite taller than the kids in his grade. He was the epitome of handsome, he had his mother's tanned skin and the rest were all the Levetté features.

Leo held the landline phone on his ear, feeling excited. "Levetté holdings good day." the person spoke from the other end of the line.

"Hello can I please speak to Mister Andre?" Leo said expectedly. Andre's personal assistant thought the little boy had quite a sweet voice. She was smitten.

"And who wants to speak to Mr. Levetté ?" Norah asked.

"Leo, Leondre McCarthy. His friend from the RitzCarlton hotel." Leo explained.

"Very well Leo, how old are you Leo?" Norah asked in an amused tone.

"I'm six." He replied looking at Tim who seemed to be in panick mode. Tim didn't want to make Della upset, he somehow felt like he was an accomplice to a vile plan.

"Okay, Mr. Andre is in a meeting right now but as soon as he is done. I will let him know you called okay Leo?" Andre's personal assistant replied.

"Yes, Ma'am." Leo said grinning from ear to ear.

"Sweet." Norah muttered as she hanged up.

Leo smiled clearly proud of himself, He handed Tim the phone then grabbed his sports bag. Every Monday Leo had soccer practice, his school made sure that their learners had alot of extracurricular activities that way they would always be occupied with other vile ideas of society such as drugs and the whole lot.

"Don't tell my mom!" Leo whispered and Tim smiled then zipped his mouth and threw away the key. Leo knew that his mother wouldn't be the least happy, he had never seen his mother act so vile only when Mr. Andre was present or mentioned ;clearly she didn't like Mister Andre, Leo thought to himself as he went to sit at the hotel bar as usual Cal asked him how school was and made him a strawberry milkshake.

—

Andre was frustrated not only sexually because of the dreams he was having of Della but emotionally. His mother acted normal like nothing had happened. His hatred grew every single time, he crossed paths with his mother. The whole meeting he wasn't paying attention, he kept thinking about her.

"Andre are you okay ?" Jeanine Levetté asked when the meeting had ended and the board members were making their way out. Andre's father was talking to one of the other share holders. Andre had a lot of responses such as :

''I'm not okay! Do I look okay mother maybe i would be okay if I had my wife and son in my life but someone clearly took that away from me.''

Instead his response was..."I'm okay, just tired that's all."

"Don't work yourself too hard, maybe you could meet Marcelle Le Sueur. I heard she is in town, she just came from France and needs someone to show her around the city and who better than you. Single and French." Andre's mother laughed at the end earning a grunt from Andre. It wasn't the first time his mother played matchmaker.

"Marcelle Le Sueur is a spoiled brat and way younger than me." Andre reasoned out.

—he was never fully over her.

"Mother, excuse me will you... good day!" Andre said in a thick French accent. Leaving his mother standing alone in the conference room as he took graceful steps towards the elevator until he reached his office.

When Andre was about to reach his office Norah approached him. He wasn't in the mood for any more paperwork. He needed a break from everything.

"Sir" Norah was immediately cut off.

"Norah not now." Andre said entering his huge office and shutting the door harshly in her face. Norah still entered his office right behind him.

"What the fuck is so important huh ?" He cursed.

"A little boy named Leo—" Norah looked at the named that she had written on the paper again before continuing. "Leondre McCarthy." She finished her sentence. That seemed to catch his attention even from a mile away.

"Yes yes yes? continuer." He muttered the last part in French meaning proceed.

"He called earlier about fourty minutes back, he said you are his friend." Norah replied unsure of what else to say to her boss.

Andre immediately grabbed his car keys. "Cancel all my appointments, everyday from two pm, I won't be available. Anyone who wants a meeting should schedule earlier." Andre said smiling widely. He knew when and where to find his son. This had to be a sign that he shouldn't give up.

—

"I had to forgive a person who wasn't even sorry.. that's strength." ~ unknown.

—

Della's manager had informed her that Garreth had booked the royal suite and was requesting to see her. She wondered what could be the problem... She had known the fortyfive year old man ever since she started working at the RitzCarlton hotel. He was a very nice humble person. Della wondered at first why a rich successful man like him would have any interest in a maid like herself. Garreth said he saw her as family, he mentioned seeing his young sister in her—

which Della found very weird.

Whenever she needed anything, he was always there for her. Even though she would never accept his money, he offered to sponsor her college fees so she could get her degree in Literature. That, she accepted.

"Sugar daddy can't seem to get away from you." Mila said sarcastically. It made Della laugh ofcourse that's what it looked like to anyone who didn't know her friendship with Garreth.

"You know Mila, God can use anyone and anything to help you in times of crisis and I think Garreth is that person for me." Della smiled briefly. "Besides he is close to over two decades older than me."

"I know, I just think there is something more to it." Mila replied as they walked down the hallway of the hotel's twentysecond floor. "That much kindness is rare, what if he will use it later to blackmail you ?"

"I really doubt it for some odd reason, in the four years that I have known him. I know I can trust him. He is a good listener besides if he wanted me in that way he would have approached me." Della said putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

Mila nodded and they changed the topic and spoke about something else. Mila still didn't trust it but she would keep it to herself until she found some dirt on the old man called Garreth. She didn't even know what he did for a living but all they knew was that he had some shares in the RitzCarlton hotel and some various businesses. He was honestly creepy and Mila thought he was a conniving pervert who wanted to kidnap Della and make her his mafia Queen.

or maybe Mila watched too many Telenovelas.

Garreth uncomfortably fixed his armani suit, he knew today was the day when he would finally tell Della the truth and his intentions. He was nervous, he had never been nervous whenever he opened up to Della and talked about everything that bothered him. It all started four years ago when he was drunk and accidentally broke the whisky bottle or maybe it wasn't a mistake rather he was angry that his exwife had once again kicked him out of their house.

Della was there like an angel helping him clean up the mess ;which was her job but cleaning up his wound wasn't part of her job description. He blabbered all his problems to this girl who was understanding and didn't judge him. The next morning he apologised for his behavior and even offered to pay her a chunk of money but she refused. The rest of the following months that led to Garreth's divorce, he talked to Della about it. She was way better than his personal advisor ;Mrs. Henderson.

With Della he felt sane but when she opened up to him about her own problems, he realised he had it good. He felt like a brat because his problems weren't even that bad. Della's problems were much worse. All he wanted to do was help her, she refused but the least he could do was offer her scholarship to study. He read some of her drafts and realised how substantially talented she is.

He was startled when he heard someone enter his huge suite.

"Room Service." Della's voice echoed. He smiled thinking about how much he missed her. He had been gone for a while. He had many properties around the world but still choose to stay at RitzCarlton Hotel.

"Della, how are you ?" He opened his arms wide so he could hug her. she didn't hesitate to hug him back.

"I'm alright, you just disappeared!"

"Is everything okay ?" She asked taking a seat on the expensive looking couch with gold carvings.

"Yes, everything is fine but there is a matter I have been meaning to talk to you about." He walked towards her. Handing Della a glass of water, he knew she wasn't much of a drinker and that's all he could offer her besides bourbon.

"Uhm okay, now I'm nervous. Did I do something wrong or wait Simon said something bad about me." Della panicked.

"No no no, you know I would never allow them to fire you. I am the majority shareholder and you do your job very well. You are always employee of the month aren't you ?" Garreth said proudly taking a sip of his whiskey on the rocks.

"Uhm thank you, Garreth." Della was short of words. She wondered what could be so important that he had to call her at this time of the evening when her shift was almost over. Leo must be sitted alone and bored alone in the Lobby, Della thought but little did she know that he was far from being bored with his father or rather friend around.

"And how's our little boy doing at school?" Garreth asked with a solemn expression.

"He is just always excited for school and he is a math genius. You were right about that school, it's honestly the best and that's all I want for Leo, the best!" Della added.

"Roosevelt International Private School is quite an admirable and reputable school." He paused. "My step son went there." Garreth looked sad talking about his past life. He couldn't have kids but adored kids dearly.

"Anyways I'm becoming anxious over here, what did you want to talk about ?" Della responded calmly.

"I just want you to know that, I hope whatever I say doesn't change anything between us. I have grown to love you so much like family and all I want is to see you happy Adela." He said his eyes becoming blurry, what always touched Della's heart was that he always called her by her full name Adela and Andre used to do that but that was the past.

"Please don't tell me you are dying?" She facepalmed clearly dying of anxiety.

"No no no." He chuckled. "It's quite the opposite. To myself it's good news but to you, I'm not sure it might be good or bad." He explained.

"Okay." Della sighed holding her breath waiting for him to speak.

"Adela have you ever asked yourself why you have an American citizenship and your surname isn't as Spanish as you are?" He genuinely asked gulped down all his whiskey to give him courage.

"Well kids in my class always teased me saying I'm a fake latino because of my last name but I really didn't mind it." Della explained reminiscing parts of her childhood.

"My grandparents had citizenship maybe that's how I also got it." She added.

"Well Adela, my last name is also McCarthy." He said leaving Della appalled but most of all confused. It was as if a ton of bricks were cascading on top of her head as she processed this new information.

"Does" Della's eyes became blurry and the tears couldn't stop streaming from her eyes to her cheeks. She almost choked on her saliva. "Does does but— what?" She asked oblivious to the whole truth her hand clasped on her lips as she refused to let out a sound of crying.

"It makes me your father, darling." Garreth said letting out a sigh.

"But but but no —Uh—you are so young, it can't be." She let out a whimper as tears streamed from each eye like the Niagara Falls, this was indeed a touchy topic.

"I'm fortyfive and I was only sixteen or seventeen when you were born." He let out another sigh, he didn't know if he should comfort her or give her some space after tapping such a touchy subject.

Della couldn't believe it, she had always wanted her father around in her life. So many questions were now answered as to why sometimes her skin grew pale or how her eyes a lighter shade of brown. How her hair wasn't always jet black but instead rather brownish.

"YOU CHEATING WHORE OR PERRA PENDEJA WHATEVER YOU LATINAS CALL IT. YOUR FATHER KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING WHEN HE LEFT BECAUSE YOU ARE A DAMN CURSE. NO WONDER YOUR MOTHER DOESN'T EVEN WANT YOU AROUND. I'M SO DISGUSTED TO HAVE FELL FOR A CUNNING WOMEN LIKE YOU."

She cried because of all these questions that her abuela was never able to answer. After a while she was silent, just thinking. Every Flashback was just hitting her right in the face.

"I'm sorry Adela." Garreth let out, he had tears on his cheeks, watching his daughter cry, this pulled his heart out of it's ribcage. Della didn't reply, she stayed silent and hid her face on his chest.

"My parents—"

Della was listening attentively as her father stroked her soft hair, like she always saw in the movies except in this category she wasn't a little girl anymore.

"I'm sorry Adela." He said with silence following right after.

"I may not be the one you marry but I will be the one you will think about twenty years from now while listening to oldies and holding a drink that tastes like regret as you look over at the ugly lump of fuck you married." ~ Pinterest

—

"I was giving her space but now I won't do that anymore." Andre let out another exasperated sigh.

"Well, ami don't you think you should sort out the thing you have going on with your son..." Luc replied to his brother who seemed to be in deep thought. Andre's only thought was how close him and his son had grown in the past month. Leo was everything he had ever wanted in a son. He never wanted kids but Leo changed his mind. Being with Leo and seeing Leo made him happy but Luc was right he couldn't continue seeing him behind his exwife's back.

"She will say no." Andre took a sip of his Starbucks latte.

"He is your son and you have rights to be in his life whether she is okay with it or not." Luc muttered as a matter of fact.

"Mom took away my rights as soon as she kicked her out of the house and forced her to sign the divorce papers." He paused. "Goodness I can't believe my own mother did what she did. Wasn't it obvious that Della made me happy. I didn't care if she came from a wealthy family or not. I loved her for the person she was not her none existent reputation." Andre looked rather frustrated as he had his fingers in a fist ready to take out his anger on anything.

"Hey hey hey calm down ami." Luc replied softly not wanting his brother to cause a scene in public. He knew Andre was capable of doing anything when he was angry. Before they could continue with their conversation both their phones rang signaling a message.

"Speak of the devil." Andre added looking at the text message his mother had sent him.

"I would rather be at a club than this stupid McCarthy gala." Luc said a tad bit irritated.

"I have to go, it's good for business and if I don't mom will never let me hear the end of it." Andre added.

"The good thing is its being held at the Ritz hotel so you get to see your Cinderella and maybe take her upstairs after her shift." Luc wiggled his eyebrows.

"Shut up Luc! You are such a retard." Andre playfully hit Luc on his shoulder but a small hint of a smile on his lips.

—

"If you are my mom's dad, does that make you my grandfather ?" Leo asked anxiously looking at the man who had introduced himself as his mom's father.

"Yes exactly, you are such a clever kid huh?" Garreth said ruffling Leo's blonde hair, he hated when people did that.

"I will probably find my dad when I'm grown up too." Leo said oblivious to the fact that he had just opened a wide unsealed wound. He continued playing his video games as he was slumped on the couch.

"Uhm Leondre ?" Della looked at her son questioningly. This boy never seemed to surprise her. Leondre was just too clever for his own good.

"Mom, I'm sorry I wasn't being rude. I was just saying besides I have a" Leo remembered that his mom would be mad if he had said anything about his Rendezvous with Mister Andre.

"You have??" Della asked the little boy who gave her a quirky smile.

"I have a grandfather now but he looks so young. Wait till I tell my friends at school!" Leo said his eyes fully fixated on his game with full volume.

Della smiled before looking at her father who seemed amazed. What the little boy meant to say was 'I have a friend....Andre Levetté.'

"Mama mama mama." Adela ran up to her mother who had came to fetch her from kindergarten but Marcela shoved her away.

"Shut up you little schmuck. I'm not your mama it's Marcela." She rolled her eyes. The little girl who had her pink satchel in hand looked at her mother with blurry eyes attempting to cry, she didn't. Instead she smiled at Marcela, this just annoyed Marcela further.

"But you are my mama." Adela hiccupped a whimper.

"Say that again and I will end you. I'm not your mama okay, I'm your sister Marcela." She said as they walked away from the school down the sidewalk. "If your teacher asks who is your mama you say it's abuela okay ?"

Adela nodded sadly.

Adela grew up calling her mother by her name. She treated her like a sister. When she was young she couldn't understand but things started to make sense as she grew older.

"Marcela.." Thirteen year old Adela called her mother who was texting on her phone.

"Marcela ?" She called again.

"What do you want Adela?" Marcela replied in a Hispanic accent.

"I don't feel too good." Adela said in a sad tone.

"So what do you want me to do? do I look like Mother Mary to you." Marcela asked clicking her tongue at the little girl.

"My pee has blood, i think I'm sick." Adela said oblivious to the fact that it was that time of her adolescent phase.

"It's called a period dummy, ew. Go put some paper towels from the kitchen until abuelita comes home and shows you what you need to do." Marcela replied going back to texting on her phone. "That also means you cant be fucking boys or riding dick because you will get pregnant like I did but you could still suck someone off."

The television volume was also on its highest and could hardly hold a conversation. Marcela was obssessed with Enrique Iglesias. Adela didn't protest she walked away, feeling how sticky her panties were becoming. This was an odd feeling for her.

her family.

Everyone pushed her away so she learnt to love herself and her son. She told herself that she would never depend on anyone again. Her son was all she had, she knew he wouldn't turn against her and every time Leondre kissed his mother good morning and good night, she knew it was worth it and beyond everything she felt loved and not alone.

"A daughter should not have to beg her father for a relationship." ~ milk and honey book.

"Is it really necessary for me to come along?" Della asked her father with a sincere expression. "I mean I love working extra shifts and this gala is a great opportunity for that." She explained as Garreth continuously typed on his laptop. After sometime he looked up and gave his new long lost daughter a smile.

"Adela, i want to introduce you to all my close friends and everyone else who needs to know you are my blood and heir. I will not allow my only daughter to be cleaning up tables while I dine with the upper crust." He said giving her an assuring smile.

"This is to make up for lost time, my darling you are a McCarthy." He said with a grin on his lips and a glimmer in his grey eyes.

"I have already sent for Donato Vivaldi to have your outfits for tonight set." Garreth said in an excited tone. Della looked rather confused maybe because she didn't grow up with the beau monde moneyed class. She had always longed to be wanted and loved, of course her abuela gave her that but this was different because the very same man whom she thought abandoned her was here making her feel like a priced ruby.

"Who is Donato Vivaldi?" Della asked anxiously. He had to be one of the upper crust people she thought to herself.

"That's one of the best designers in the business, he usually makes me custom made tuxedos whenever I am to attend a pretentious event like the one happening to night." Garreth said proudly.

"Oh but you don't have to spend alot of money"

"No no Adela, do not worry yourself money is not a problem and you shouldn't have to ever worry about that okay?" He asked a hint of his British accent coming into play. It amazed Adela, she never thought that her father was from Britain. She always imagined he was some Mexican mechanic who wore blue work suits and had a mustache. That was initially the idea her mother gave her whenever she described him with the worst Mexican insults.

"But I don't want to stop working, I mean I enjoy being occupied." She composed herself.

"Yes yes dear but I want you to focus on your writing. I know you have a few drafts planned out, have you thought of finally looking for a publisher." He asked.

"No, i felt like it wasn't ready to be published yet." She said with a hint of doubt in her voice.

"Your work is excellent my dear. How about you continue working seeing as you don't want to stop but also let me help you look for a publisher. Your story could help other people out there suffering from depression." He told her with a genuine smile making her feel a certain feeling that she had always longed for. She always wanted her mother to say she was proud of her and now it was even much better because her father was the one who was saying it.

"Not to cross the line or anything but what about Leo's father.. Is he maybe around?" Garreth had been meaning to ask but didn't want to push any boundaries. He knew this was something that really hurt Della. Remembering the first time she told him about it, how she cried showing how broken she was. Allowing him to see her at her weakest.

"He is —uhm— he is around." She said looking away. She didn't want to ever think about Andre, he made her feel dirty, stupid and above all worthless. She didn't want to be reminded of the hurt that he made her feel, she didn't want to feel whatever she had felt back then. She just wanted to move on and that was far from impossible considering that he had started asking questions. What relieved her was that he had stopped, she had not seen him ever since their encounter at the park.

"I always thought Andre Levetté was a well respectable young man until I realised what he put your through." Garreth said in deep thought.

"No, he is a respectable person. Don't let my view about him change the way you see him." Della didn't know why she was defending him but she just wasn't the type of person to purposely hurt others because of bitterness.

"I can't help but be maddened by the way him and his family treated you. I read the papers and when you told me your side of the story... I finally understood what type of vultures those French imbeciles are." Garreth was beyond angry, he was a down to earth person but when anyone crossed the people he loved, he became the worst.

"Don't mind them, it's in the past." Della said putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I can't help it my dear but I won't let that ruin my night." He said grabbing his glass of whiskey and gulping the rest down. Della had never felt so appreciated... this was different. Garreth had told her that he wanted to introduce her to his world but it didn't mean she should stop being herself because he had grown to love her the way she is.

"You have nice curves, yes?" Donato said in a deep Italian accent. Mila wanted to laugh hysterically at his behavior because he would jump back and fourth with a dress in hand then wonder around for the jewellery that matched with a certain dress. He was certainly serious about his line of work.

"I'm jealous of that ass too." Mila pouted making Donato give her disapproving look.

"I wasn't talking to you young lady." Donato rolled his eyes acting quite dramatic. Mila laughed with Della who stood in a red dress that shaped every curve of her body. It molded her like a hand in glove. When she walked in even Leo gasped.

"Mommy you look beautiful like a Queen." Leo said making her mom feel all emotional.

"I knew this one would be perferto." Donato said clearly proud of himself.

no word could describe how beautiful she looked.

"Don't ruin the make up." Donato said cheerfully. " You will have all the man in a trance even the married men." Donato said with a quirky smile.

"Thank you." Della said showing off her pearly white smile.

"Now that I'm done with the first lady, young man get in your suit and Milano get in your dress." Donato demanded.

"It's just Mila." Mila said rolling her eyes.

"Sì, Your parents failed at Italian class because it's Milano." He said in an nonchalant tone. Della and Leo held back laughter as Mila cursed some incoherent words in Spanish.

"Idiota." Mila muttered under her breath as she walked in to the dressing room. Luckily Donato did not hear any of that otherwise hell would have broke loose.

It had been over fourty minutes and the guests were becoming inpatient.

Andre felt someone tap him and turned around only to see nothing, that was until he faced down... Leondre. "Hey little man." Andre said surprised to see him in a suit and his hair gelled to perfection.

"Hey we look like twins." Leo said making Andre think obviously, you're my son. They practically had the same features. He wondered where Leondre's mother was before he could ask, Garreth McCarthy was on the stage and asking for everyone's attention.

Adela and Mila walked in the middle of the announcement not wanting to draw any attention. They both looked magnificent. Everyone had their attention focused on the person who was standing at the stage.

"And lastly I would like to introduce to you, my long lost daughter who is here tonight. Adela, I'm sorry for not being there all your life but I'm going to make up for lost time and hopefully be the father you have always wished for. Everyone the beautiful Adela McCarthy, my daughter and my heir." He said with a proud smile on his face.

The spotlight went on Della and she felt beyond nervous but Mila gave her a gentle squeeze. Everyone was amazed by how beautiful she was they gave an applause. Garreth moved from the stage and went to stand beside his daughter.

"She is a McCarthy." Jeanine said to her husband clearly shocked.

"In a great romance, each person plays a part the other really likes." ~ Elizabeth Ashley

After being introduced to almost everyone in the room personally, Della felt tired but happy. Her father wasn't embarrassed of her in anyway, infact he wanted to show her off to everyone he knew.

"If it isn't the Levetté family." Adela's father said nonchalantly. Della immediately felt a shiver run down her spine. She didn't want any trouble hopefully they would all act civil.

"Garreth." Ben Levetté gave him a nod. Della turned around and the first thing she met was his blue alluring eyes. She quickly looked away.

"Long time no see, Garreth." Jeanine said in a monotonous tone. Della could feel his eyes all over her even though she wasn't looking at him. She felt self conscious. Her father had his hand laid gently on his daughters back as he tried not to show his anger.

"Yes yes, I must say I'm quite embarrassed by what my daughter did." Garreth said and Della knew this wasn't going to end well.

"Adela won't you greet your old family dear?" He said his British accent going unnoticed.

"Uhm Evening." She said before looking anywhere else.

"You look very beautiful, I must admit." Jeanine said in a low tone.

"Dells you look poping." Luc said giving her a wink and she gave him a brief smile. She didn't want to look at Andre infact she didn't want him to even say anything to her.

"Hi Adela." Andre said trying to look into her eyes but she quickly nodded and looked away.

"As I was saying, I'm very embarrassed by what my daughter did..." Garreth said faking hurt. "She cheated on your son and stole so much money from your family, goodness Adela. How could you ?" Garreth added. Della felt very uncomfortable.

"Oh no its fine really.." Jeanine faked a smile while her husband almost choked on his beverage. Andre and Luc felt a pang of guilt.

"That is why she is going to apologise and I'm willing to pay you back the money that she stole and the money you wasted on a wedding that never availed to anything but you can't bring back her innocence can you? Andre." Garreth smirked at his exson in law who seemed a bit taken aback. Della felt worse and this little encounter they were having was starting to turn heads.

"If I pay back all the money she stole, will it be possible for you to bring back her innocence." Garreth repeated with a hint of coldness in his voice. Della had mentioned a few years back how she kept to herself so that she could give herself only to her husband. It made Garreth angry that she gave him, her all and it still wasn't enough so he wanted to give him a solemn reminder.

"No, i can't." Andre replied as he clinched his jaw.

"Father, i think" Della was cut off by her father.

"So tell me, exactly how much did she take ?" He asked on a serious note then clicked his fingers. "Fabio bring my cheque book."

"Very well sir." Fabio turned on his heel.

"How much did she steal that's all I'm asking ? I want us to mend our relations and I can only start by fixing my daughters wrongs." He faked feeling guilty.

"I think we can resolve this in private." Jeanine said in a whispered voice because it seemed now everyone in the room was listening.

"When you threw my daughter out like a dog, that was private right because I certainly remember reading about it in the paper. When your son brought his new mistresses in the house while my daughter was there, that wasn't private was it?" Garreth spat, anger was the only emotion he felt. He never wanted anyone to cross those whom he loved.

"Garreth calm down." Ben said lowly.

"Calm down, calm down!! You mistreated my daughter and expect me to calm down. Your son took my daughter's innocence, he made her fucking pregnant and you all helped kick her out like a dog. NOW I SHOULD CALM DOWN." Garreth chuckled lightly.

"No, they were nice to me and" Della tried to protest but was cut off.

"Adela, you don't deserve this and I'm sorry for putting you through this but I have to say this. No one ever stands up for you well that has changed I'm here now. I'm your father and I don't ever want anyone to hurt you never." Garreth whispered to his daughter but everyone else could hear it.

"Sir there is the cheque book." Fabio returned with a pen in hand and a cheque book. Thankfully the press wasn't allowed inside as this was a private gala.

"So how much was it Jeanine?" Garreth spat her name with bitterness.

"Grandpa is Mister Andre my dad?" Leondre asked taking all the attention away from their argument. Garreth didn't want to say the wrong thing so he looked at his daughter for help and she nodded.

"Uhm honey come here, let's go upstairs." She said calmly and the little boy still confused nodded. He understood that if his mother was pregnant it meant that there was a baby. All the boys in his class talked about how their mommies were pregnant and had big bellies. He watched a movie once when his mom was asleep, it showed his all the cringey stuff on how adults made babies and got pregnant.

"I will come with you." Andre said out of the blue. They walked towards the washrooms, Della lifted her son up and placed him on the counter. He looked so cute in his tuxedo but still that wasn't the point. Andre followed right behind them.

"Uhm honey, what were you saying before?" Della asked the little boy who only blinked feeling confused.

"Is Mister Andre my dad?" He asked once again. Andre cleared his throat, letting Della know that he was present in the room.

"What made you think that honey?" Della asked.

"Grandpa said Mister Andre made you pregnant, mommy." Leo whispered feeling shy because sex was something he would giggle about and hide his face.

"Do you want Mister Andre to be your daddy ?" Della asked caressing her son's cheeks and he nodded. Andre felt his heart tug, watching his son talk to his mother. He had missed out on alot and he didn't understand why but seeing the mother of his son and the three of them in one room made him happy. Without any disturbance just them, the three of them. He knew not alot of people wanted to see them happy.

"Mister Andre took me out for ice cream." Leo added and Della immediately stood up straight she glared at Andre, who was still caught of daze checking her out and her boobs weren't helping because they were only waking up his member down there. He needed to focus.

"Just one time." He lied. "Maybe a couple of times"

Della turned back to her son.

"So is he my dad?" Leo asked again and Della felt that she didn't want to be like her mother, hiding her father away from her son.

"Yes honey, Mister Andre is your dad." She said feeling a bit hesitant.

"You kicked my mom out?" He asked Andre who seemed taken aback by the six year olds questions. Garreth McCarthy was to blame but most of all he blamed himself for even doing it in the first place.

"Uhm honey your daddy loves you okay and he wants to spend time with you. He will even come to your soccer games, don't you want that?" She soothed him.

"I do mommy but if Mister Andre makes you sad then I don't want him to be my daddy." Leo said softly. He loved his mother so much.

"No no no, don't worry about me okay. I will be okay." She didnt realise tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Then why are you crying ?" The little boy asked.

"Something got in my eye, i guess." She said quickly wiping away the tears. she could feel Andre's presence behind her.

"I don't ever want to hurt your mommy or make her sad. I promise bud." Andre said to his son who looked at him expectedly. Suddenly the door bust open and Mila came in.

"Uhm sorry, I was just checking. Call me if you need me." She said quickly leaving the room the same way she came.

"Can I call you dad like other kids at my school ? it would seem weird if I called you Mister Andre." Leo asked and Andre had never felt so happy in his entire life except for when he saw Della walk down the aisle. No one could have ever imagined that this was how their night would end.