I Swear, Let Me Love You Again

3RD POV.

Same Day.

After cutting the brakes of Lydia’s Mercedes-Benz, Jenny fled the scene especially after feeling someone burning a hole at the back. She didn’t even bother confronting anyone or searching around, she simply entered into the minivan and zoomed out of the parking lot heading straight to a cafe where she could give as her alibi if questioned on where she had been.

Now, six hours, it was way past lunchtime and Lydia was heading straight to her father’s office. He requested her presence and she whined, dropping the documents she was reading through, heading straight there fixing up the black belt of her purple jumpsuit she had on. She was looking pretty with her hair curled and her simple gloss coated on her lips alongside with the eyebrow done, she looked like a gorgeous model. The truth behind her taking her time to look gorgeous because she had woken up after having a nightmare. In her dream, she had vaguely seen her father in a casket and everyone dressed in black comforting her. Even Mrs King was present looking at her with fake empathy and another woman whose face she couldn’t see clearly, stared at her with a sinister smile on her face.

Lydia jumped out of bed, panting with her chest heaving rise and falling and sweating on her forehead. She grabbed a bottle of water on her night stand and glanced at the time on her phone and sucked her teeth in irritation when it was 4am which is three hours before she had to be awake and she knew certainly she couldn’t sleep. So she decided to write her book which she had been secretly working on and after writing for about two hours, she began to prepare for work with anxiety laying heavy on her.

She listened to a positive song as she drove to work and promised to spend time with her father today. But like he could read her mind, he thought and strongly believed he needed to spend some time with his princess. He didn’t want his relationship with Patricia to ever come between them, he even strongly if Lydia or Andrew demanded that he ended the relationship with Patricia, he would in a heartbeat.

His children were his world.

FLASHBACK:

Their mother’s death anniversary.

“Why did you even have us drive here together?” Lydia asked Andrew who had just been annoying her the whole journey to their childhood home.

“Shut up and check the back seat for tissue paper.” Andrew said and Lydia rolled her turning around with her seat belt around her stretching to grab the box of tissue in the back seat.

Andrew squinted his eyes and when it dawned on him who was standing in front of their father’s mansion, his eyes went wide in shock.

“I have found it.” Lydia was about to turn around but he pushed her face back.

“What?? Andrew, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.” She whined and Andrew kissed his teeth still mushing her head backwards while trying his best to use his other hand to horn as well as pack into the driveway so as to stop his father from literally dry humping Patricia in front of the house on their MOTHER’S DEATH ANNIVERSARY.

Lydia pushed him off and was hurt when she saw what Andrew was trying to protect her from seeing.

“In your defense you were right along.” Andrew pointed out and Lydia just shook her head in disappointment, opening the door to the car and slamming it loudly, making her father and Patricia notice her presence.

Patricia’s face drained of its color, Mr Miller shut his eyes closed thinking of what to do in this moment. He knew certainly that his children would be so angry with him which is why he was trying to send Patricia away before their arrival. He just loved touching and keeping his hands on Patricia anytime she was around him.

“What did I just see? I mean I suspected that you two were together but I wanted you, dad to own it and come to us and let us know. But basically almost having sex in front of the house where mum died is too much!” Lydia spat angrily and Patricia shook standing behind Mr Miller. Andrew sighed deeply walking towards them, he was pretty disappointed as well.

“Lydia, I apologize. Andrew, you too, I am so sorry, I never meant for you to find out this way. I am sorry…. I love your mother and I will always love her, believe me when I say I used to feel so horrible to even look at another woman in any way but after a while, I met Patricia and she was my happy place. She is my happy place and I love her dearly and I’m certain that after all these years your mother would want me to move on and be happy.” Mr Miller spoke and everyone remained silent digesting his words.

“Lydia, I really am sorry. Look at me Princess.” Lydia just looked down and Andrew held onto her shoulder comfortingly.

Everyone stood there waiting for Lydia to utter a word but she didn’t. About two minutes passed and she wiped a single tear that dropped from her eye.

“You know what dad.” She looked up gazing into her father’s eyes with teary eyes. “You deserve to be happy, you do. If she makes you happy then fine. But don’t ever disrespect my mother like that ever again.”

She spoke seriously and Andrew backed her up. Her father wanted to hug her but she pulled Andrew and they entered the house as she was determined that nothing would come between her celebrating her mother’s anniversary. If not, the house disgusted her and she totally did not want to be here.

Lydia knew eventually she would have to totally accept their relationship but it needed time. So did Andrew.

END OF FLASHBACK:

“Hey daddy, you called for me?” She said a little bit over her breath in order to prevent anyone from finding out her true identity. He hummed and she looked to her side, seeing Patricia seated on the couch with his eyes glued to a laptop on her lap, sitting with pride because at the end of the day it was her man’s office.

“Princess!” He rose up from the seat excitedly strolling towards her and pulling her for a warm embrace.

“Are you okay? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.” Mr Miller stared at her inspecting her from head to toe.

“I’m alright dad. We’ve just been busy, that’s most likely why.” She replied sweetly, she knew she couldn’t even be mad at him.

“Hey Miss Lydia, it’s nice to see you.” Lydia fought the urge to make a stank look, and utter something smart in response to Patricia.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“You don’t have to call me ‘Miss’, who knows one of these days I might just be calling you step mum.” Patricia cackled feeling rather amused by that, that exact reaction from Patricia had Lydia’s mind racing.

So she never plans on marrying my father? She’s just taking advantage of my lonely father?

Before Lydia could utter a word, her father beat her to it, “Let’s go out to grab a bite. Lydia go ahead and grab your coat and let’s head out, we will get your favorite meal.”

Lydia nodded and obediently went into her office to grab her coat along with her bag and phone. As she was about to exit out of her office, Andrew bursted into her office.

“What’s going on with you?” She questioned seeing the uneasy look on his face. He paced back and forth with stressed lines forming on his forehead making her look at him worried.

“I will explain what’s going on later but right now I need to borrow your car.” He said and she knitted her eyebrows together.

“Why? At least let me know what’s going on.” She rummaged through her bag looking for the keys to her coupe.

“Arianna said she needs me and it’s urgent. She added nothing further and by her tone she seemed to have been crying. I’m worried, okay? Possibilities of what could have possibly gone wrong with her keeps running through my mind and your car is the only car nearby that travels with speed compared to my Range Rover.” He rambled on and Lydia patted her shoulder handing him the keys to the car.