Mistaken Identity

Chapter 48 She wasn't lying

Alex POV

I parked my car in my drive way. I exit my car as Luke parked behind me. After our talk at the office Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

they went and pick up their stuff from the hotel and came back at the office to meet me. I leaned on the

hood of my car and wait for the couple. When Luke manage to get their luggage out of his car I started

walking to my door. I pressed the doorbell and wait for Cynthia to open the door.

"Good afternoon Mr. Carter." She gave me a motherly smile. As if she spot movements behind me she

looked and I saw her eyes widened then she looked back at me.

I gave her a light smile to reassure her. "I'll explain later." I looked behind me. "Come on." I walked in

my house with the couple behind me. when we reached the living room, I turn to Cynthia. "This is Luke

and his fiancée Alliyah. They'll be staying here. Alliyah is the Henrique's biological mother."

Cynthia mouth hang open, "But,"

I interrupted her. "I know. Later, we'll talk about that."

I heard some ruffling sound coming from behind me. I turned and saw Cloudy with her husband and

family. I smiled at the little pops running after their mother.

"Grey," I heard Alliyah said. The dog looked up at her in a confused state. She turn to me. "Where did

you get him from?"

"Your sister left him here." Or should I say I kicked her out and she was forced to leave him.

"You know my sister?" she asked.

"Yes, I do. We'll talk about those things another time not now." I turn to my housekeeper. "Can you give

them a quest home please?"

"Sure, Mr. Cater." From the look on her face I know that she was confused. "Come with me."

When the three of them left I went in my bar area and took out a bottle of whisky. I walked to my room

with the bottle in my hand. I closed the door behind me. I placed the bottle at my bed side and sat on

my bed.

I face palmed myself then raked my hands through my hair.

What the hell have I done?

She was right.

She was telling the truth.

I didn't believe her.

She was crying. She begged and pled for me to believe her but I didn't. All along, I thought that she

broke my heart when I was the one who broke hers. I should have believed her, but instead all the

evidence that my mother had I taught those were clear enough. Now she's gone because I've heart

her, I kicked her out.

She was crying and begging me to believe her and I didn't. I still remember the tears in her eyes as she

pled with me and I blocked her out. I didn't trust her enough to believe her and now it's coming back to

haunt me.

I placed my head in my hand and started to cry. I lost her. I lost the only girl I've ever truly loved. The

one who loved me too. I was just too blind to see that. Now she's gone and I have no idea where she

is. Even if I did, I don't she'd take me back.

When she just came she said she was tired of persons hurting her and I ended up doing the same to

her.

If only I could turn back time. If I had only made the right choices.

I reached over to the whisky bottle. I pulled the cap and brought it to my lips. I let the bitter twice go

down my throat then took a second sip, then another.

I guess drinking can help take the pain away from my chest. The pain that makes me feel empty and

alone. I am empty alone.