When she finally showed up he couldn't help but feel guilty. Guilty over how in just a spur of the moment, Jo had messed him up and yet here was Mikaella casually packing his meds in the duffle bag.

It irked him that she said nothing since she got to the hospital. Knowing his wife, she would have made a fuss about him being reckless or even ask why he did what he did in the first place, why he was in jail in the first place but noo. Mick was as silent as a mouse occupied with the packing. Deep down he knew it was better, deep down he didn't want to talk to her not after Jo appeared in his life. Not after realizing that...that...he didn't want to say it.

Ten minutes later they were out of that hell hole, he hated that place. Especially the food. He stared out the window his mind so occupied while his dearest wife Mikaella did the same. She too seemed occupied by something. Something had changed, he couldn't quite pin it but something seemed off about her. His driver, the very person who had put him in the situation tried to lighten up the mood with rock music to which Roman gave him a scowl for.

"I still find it hard to believe the munchkin is yours, bro. I mean look at him. He's sweet you are sore, he's jolly you are y..you and did you know he's already crushing on some girl at school? Yap he definitely has my genes" Kevin yarped.

Seth. How he missed his son. And whatever Kevin had said was kinda true. Sure Seth had his signature looks but on the inside he was like Mikaella. Sweet, ever happy, a little bit inquisitive for his own good and quite yarpy like that chatterbox he had for a brother. What he couldn't understand was what Kevin was doing here? In his car? As his driver? Had he grown a heart after seeing Roman half beaten to death?

No matter how much Kevin spoke, they fell silent. The silence went all the way till they reached home. His haven. Marga and the rest of the servants came out trying to help him but he dismissed it. He turned to the side watching Kevin talk to Mikaella before he got in flushed a smile at him and drove off.

"Thank you, Marga. I hope you've already prepared his room," Mick started instructing Marga to do this and that.

And even as he watched him, he felt home. He walked around the house, stopping to touch the edges of his sofa before carefully slumping in it and heaving a sigh.

Mikaella heels clicked against the marble floor, only after cocking his head to the side did he get a perfect view of her. The green dress she had on, hugged her body like a second skin, reaching her knees, showing off her legs, and straining her boobs that her cleavage was a bit revealing for his liking.

"We need to talk,"she said curtly.

"Sure. What does my lovely wife wish to talk about?" He asked knowing full well that she'd start an argument.

A certain argument of him being reckless.

"Who's Jo?" She asked still towering before him.

The question had him standing up. Why would she ask that? Had she seen them? Discussing her was the last thing on his mind.

"No one. She's none of your business, Mick" he spoke though it came out harshly that he had wished.

"No one?" she laughed bitterly,"None of my business? Un... unbelievable. Sure she's no one, a woman kisses you on the lips and you say she's none of my business? She's my business, alright. So I'll ask again Roman. Who's Jo?"

This time he could swear that she was ready to shed tears. He could see her struggle to maintain her posture and he didn't want to do this. The fact that she saw him with her made him feel guilty. But how much had she seen? Had she heard Jo claim her as a rebound to him? Had she heard Jo confidently say that he was just using her to forget her?

"Mikaella, just drop the subject. You and I know that this conversation won't end well for you. Forget about her, she's my past," he calmed her down trying to reach her shoulders but she was quick to take a step back, her hands covering her quivering lips. Damn, she was crying!

"W-what do you mean won't end well for me? I...I can't believe this. It's her. It's always her. All those words, all those stupid promises. You were trying to forget her? You used...me. Do you...do you love her?"

Did he love Jo? Well did he? He had been trying to dodge that question from his mind since the kiss happened. Since his heart beat a little after Jo stole a kiss from him.

He stayed silent. After all, silence was golden in this scenario. He didn't want to lie to her and yet at the same time he felt the need to console her with false words.

"You bastard! You love her? You freaking love her. You lied to me!"

He watched her make a fool of herself by going to where he stood slamming her fists on his chest. The action itself made him hate himself but why would she act like this? It's not like she loved him...

"Mick! Mikaella," he called but the woman continuously hit his chest that it started pissing him off,"Stop. Stop. I said stop it! Cut the drama, you never had any feelings for me so stop acting like I hurt you. This, everything! I never mentioned we were going to be a real family! We did what was best for our son, act like we were a perfect couple so quit acting like you didn't know all along that everytime I praised you, everytime I said I love you I was referring to her. Deep down I wish she carried my child. I wish she was the mother of Seth and not you. So you wanna know who Jo is Mikaella? Joanna is the woman I see every night I close my eyes. Joanna is the woman I've been mistaking for you in the last couple of months because you remind me of her. Jo is the woman who won my heart and shattered it and to your question I still love her. Satsified now?"

He lashed out and immediately those words were out of his mouth, she wiped her tears looked him straight in the eyes before slapping his cheek and leaving their home.

No. No. No. He didn't mean it to come out that way. Everything he said, he realised it was out if anger. Angry that just when he thought he had moved on, Joanna came and with her arrival so did the war between old feelings of love and new ones clash.

Whom did he love Jo or Mick?