Chapter 57
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"Hey, baby. Please wake up. Wake up for me. I miss you. I'm sorry." I brought her hands to my lips and kissed it softly. "I'm sorry for hurting you. Sorry for not believing you. Please, please come back to me. I miss your eyes. I miss your laugh. I miss the way you get angry at me. The way you smile at me. I'm a mess without you. I need you. I taught I didn't want you but I don't want you, I need you. You're my heart. I can't live without my heart. I'm begging you please come back." I held my head down on her bed and pulled her close. It's no use hiding my tears, no use being strong when my strength is longer with me. How could I be so foolish?
The DNA test said she was Henrique's mother yet her documents and words said otherwise. I stayed silent because she said she is a twin, maybe that would explain the result but when Alliyah did the same test with the same doctor we got the same results, 99.9% match. There was no way two women could be the mother so obviously Kalliyah was telling the truth.
I cried for a few more minutes then I started whispering sweet things to her. I read it somewhere that some unresponsive person can hear everything that's been said to them. So I held her hands and told her some of our treasured memories and I begged her. Begged her to come back to me, I needed her to come back because if she didn't I would blame myself for the rest of my life.
I pulled the chair closer to the bed until I was able to wrap my arms around her completely. "Please come back to me," I begged. My world felt like it was shattering. I remembered when she begged me to believe her but I didn't. I trusted the photos that my mother presented.
Will she come back to me?
When she wakes will she be able to forgive me?
Will she let me love her or will she tell me to go away?
If she told me to leave her alone then my life would we meaningless. She brought joy to my life and I found out that too late.
Why did I have to see her like this? Instead of asking her forgiveness when she is her beautiful, kind and lively self, I have to plead with her to wake up so I can get a second chance.
Why do things have to be like this? Why do I have to look at her like this? When she's between a life and death situation.
Death?
What if she dies?
My heart would die with her.
It's funny how you don't know how much you need a person until they're no longer there or is about to leave. But I don't want her to leave, I need her. I love her.
She's my heart, just as I'm hers.
It's all my fault. If I hadn't kicked her out of my house she wouldn't be here. She'd be safe. It's all myself. If she dies, I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself.
I blamed her for ruining my family when it wasn't her. I blamed her for everything and I failed to see what a wonderful woman she was. How could I believe she would do such a gruesome act?
I thought she was acting now I know she wasn't. Pretending to have a sister when she knew she was his Henrique's mother.
I was convinced she lying under Alliyah showed me the pictures of them as a teenager, pictures of her pregnancy then it all made sense. Alliyah is Henrique's mother and she's safe. She has Santiago who loves her dearly but who did Kalliyah have?
She believes that no one loves her because everyone she gets close to hurt her, her parents for keeping Kalliyah's infidelity from her, her ex-fiance who slept with Kalliyah, her boss and me.
But everyone who ever hurt her is safe and yet she's her hooked up to machines and it's all my fault for not believing.
If I had trusted her tears, trust her words, she wouldn't be here in a hospital unconscious, she would be safe. I didn't trust her.
I let those pictures get to me, of course, they look alike, they were identical twins.
But all the evidence was making me confused, the private detectives found it difficult to locate Alliyah and so I was quick to believe my mother and not her.
I hurt her.
The memory of her tears falling from her eyes, the same tears I thought was fake. I remembered my fingernails digging through her skin. I remember when she told me to let her go, that I was hurting her, remember when she screamed out in pain when I made the suitcase hit her. I remember all the evil things I did to her that day. She didn't deserve it, any of it.
I remembered being in pain myself. My heart had been broken. I acted the way because I thought was right. I turn out to be wrong. Because now the woman I love was beside me in a coma and it's all my fault.
I lifted my watery, red eyes to her face. I brushed a few strains from her face.
"I love you. Please forgive me." I dropped one last kiss on her cheeks then stood from the chair. I walked over to the door then give her one last look before exiting the room.
My eyes landed the dark-haired man who was talking to Alliyah. When he noticed me he frowned, "You must be Alexander."
