The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Aileen

Just like at Cyphers Maximum Security Prison, Meryl waits out in the corridor as I go inside the visitation room, taking my seat with the glass partition stretched out before me.

I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves while hoping for the best. The flight to get here was long and while I expect a certain outcome, I've been waiting for this specific moment - to meet the woman who gave birth to me. I can't help but wonder what she's like.

Finally, the door on the other side swings open and a corrections officer escorts her into the room. She looks nothing like her pictures but I'm not too surprised as I already went through this a few hours ago. I can see just how matted her hair is despite having it in a ponytail, which accentuates the sharp angles and deep lines on her face. She pauses before taking her seat and it actually sends a shiver down my spine as she takes in my features with an unreadable expression.

Then, she takes her seat and immediately leans forward out of curiosity, her eyes still scanning my face. She obviously sees the resemblance. I lean forward, too, realizing I actually have her eyes.

The silence doesn't make me nervous at all as I anticipate the moment her lips will curve into a smile. Suddenly, she leans back in her seat with her chin high, her expression still blank as she picks up the telephone.

"So," she says, her voice void of any emotion. "You're finally here."

I furrow my eyebrows, not sure how I should feel about the first words to come from her chapped lips. "You...were expecting me?" I ask, clutching the telephone.

"How could I not expect you?"

"How did you find out so quickly? Did the information come from Cyphers Maximum Security Prison?" "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I thought it's because I went to see Waylen Guthrie."

"You visited that asshole before me?" She huffs. "I shouldn't even be surprised, but no, I didn't find out you'd be coming because of him."

"Then how did you know?"

"How could I not know my own daughter? Just by looking at you, I could tell. You look just like me in my younger years."

a little. "You really could tell just by looking at me? It was different at the

birth to you, I

as I get right to my burning question. "I've been looking for you for a long time now. I found

"Are you fucking blind? I'm

composing myself as I shake my head. "You're both

completes

"Exactly."

"What did you expect?"

As a mother, you'd be a bit more thrilled

I didn't lose

like a strike to my heart and I try so hard to hold back

for a few

While she maintains her hostile expression, her tone

eyes, scared that if I shut them too tightly the tears will run down

of the moment you'd reunite with

saying nothing

best days of my life, but

sighs. "I don't know what you hoped to accomplish by coming to

might just be seeing things or some shit

a minute ago, she said that

she did in her younger years and she knew who I was when she saw me. How can

resemblance to you but I'm not your daughter. What mother would act this way?"

should be thrilled right now? I'm rotting away in this fucking place! What's there

happy about?"