Chapter 19

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Rihanna's POV

5 months later

It's been five months since the accident and the breakup between Brandon and Greta. I know he's struggling to get over her.

And big news

I'm still in love with Brandon and I don't know if that's good or bad. Mom has decided to stay a bit longer maybe because she's dating Balsalm.

" Good Morning" I placed the documents on his desk and he looked a little distant.

" Morning " his voice was groggy and there were bags under his eyes.

" Rough night?"

" You wouldn't imagine" he pinched his nose bridge and took a sip of his coffee.

" Do you want to talk about it?" I offered.

" Nope we have a long day ahead of us" I nodded and got on with my work.

Brandon's POV

It was now lunch and I decided to take a walk through the park, last night was eventful you could say.

Flashback

I just finished eating some pie I got from Tamara when the door bell rung. It was about 9 and I wondered who would be here so late.

I got up and answered it , to my surprise it was Greta we haven't spoke since the incident and I didn't know how to feel about it.

" Hey" she sounds as if she was crying and apart of me still cared about her.

Even though she tried to kill me and slept with my cousin

" What do you want?" I wasn't going to invite her in.

" I'm pregnant" my mouth parted in shock, another pang was felt in my chest knowing she lied to me all this time.

" What about your lover Fabian?Isn't he the father?" I was furious, the audacity of this woman.

" I don't know who's the father" I scoffed at this, but I still pitied her deep inside.

" Can I stay for the night..please Brandon I have no where else to go" I rolled my eyes and let her inside.

" East wing , don't even think about coming to my quarters " I walked to my bedroom and fell asleep.

End of flashback

She's currently at my house but I didn't trust her so I called Tamara over. Tamara has been like a mother to me. I haven't heard from my parents in awhile and they haven't even tried to reach out.

" Hello mister can you help me find my mommy?" A little boy about four years old tugged on my trousers. I was almost late for work but I couldn't leave a toddler all alone.

" What does your mommy look like?" I kneeled to his height .

" She has blonde hair, pretty green eyes and a black dress on" the description sounded some what familiar but I couldn't put a name to it.

" What's her name?" I asked him.

" Greta" my heart stopped.

This can't be true

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