Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

NICK

As if I wasn’t hurting enough, Olivia went and kicked me in the gut. I felt the air in my lungs left me and I was left gasping for air and struggling to breathe. My chest not only tightened but the pain in it made me feel like my world was spinning. Just how much did Olivia hate me?

The ground beneath me felt like it was shifting, and I felt myself falling. “Nick! Are you alright?” I could hear Olivia’s voice, but I was hearing it from far. I didn’t know what was happening, all I knew was that my chest hurt. The pain was so intense that it blinded me, making me weak and unable to focus on anything else.

Five years I have lost with my son because of what I did. The more I thought of that the more intense the pain became. I don’t know what happened next but when I woke up, I was in a ward on a hospital bed. The events of earlier came back and my chest tightened with tension gathering all over.

that bad of a person that everyone would hide my own son from me. that they would think he was better off without me? Dear Lord,

What happened?” I didn’t feel like talking I was beyond sad. I wanted to blame Olivia for everything but what right did I have to blame her? I took so much from her and the five years she took from my

want me to call the doctor, is it your heart?” mother fired one question after another. I didn’t feel like talking. My heart was breaking as sat there. Why did I

Sandra about everything else and now Olivia about my own blood. “Nick Jones!” I slowly turned to look at my mother. “Talk to me, you are worrying me.” I felt

grew horns. “Nick, you will have another child, all you have to do is meet someone, get married and have children. You don’t have to

nuisance. Way to go Nick. “No, mother, I mean Samuel really is my son. Olivia told me not so long ago. I guess the news shocked me so much that I passed out. But am fine now.” my mother looked at me for a

entertain her, I had my own issues to deal with. My son was busy calling other men father while he didn’t even know what I was. To him, I was a stranger

is the result of everything you did to her. I am hurt that I didn’t get to know my grandson because of that and everything I did to his mother as well. We are not good people my son. Maybe at some point we

faith in me or that she didn’t believe I was a good person anymore. How would Olivia and my son see me

a bad person that my son is growing up calling strangers father, while I his father he sees as the stranger. It is all my fault I know that you don’t have to call me a bad person. Lalready know that