I did hear the voice message but ignored it and went back to snuggle with the pillow… It smells like HER. And, My head is aching, ready to kill me. I think I have to do something about my drinking issues. But everything can wait. I have to get a proper sleep. I have a meeting by 12:30 with Nicolas Sullivan.

I was about to fall asleep but couldn't. This time, my personal phone rang, and I finally gave up.

Receiving the call, I lay on the bed with closed eyes. Whoever is on the other side of the call can bother him/her-self with formalities.

“I want you at my house now….” This roar belongs to......

“Dad?” My hoarse voice asked.

I heard him, sighing. I am sure he is disappointed again. Like always. “You need to do something with your drinking issues… It doesn't solve the problem. Be a man and face it.”

“What do you want?” Why is everybody constantly trying to preach to me, whenever they get the chance to do?

“This issue needs face-to-face discussion… I am expecting you here in an hour.” He ordered.

“I will be there in 2 hours.” I see the time, it's just 9 a.m.

“I want you… Cherish is here as well.”

“Fine.” How did my daughter fly to my father?

Rushing toward the bathroom, I brushed my teeth while dipping in a hot bathtub and stormed into my office to get my briefcase. That's when I noticed a feminine button on my chair. This belongs to my wife.

I pulled the drawer and took out the report, which Mark Roger gives me every night about her… Her day, her movement. But then, why he didn't give me her file from past 2 days?

I took the file and my driver… Joseph… Joe, whatever his name is, drove to my destination. Usually, he minds his own business but today, I saw him staring at me mysteriously.

“Did you drop her?” I definitely asked about my wife… After last night.

“Yes… Mr Carter.” He nodded and carried my briefcase.

Pulling out the paper, “Submit it.” I instructed. “Where did she go?” I asked.

“To her parents.” He tried to sound neutral, but I could hear emotions from his vocal cord… He sounds disappointed. Even I am disappointed, what the hell I was doing? I am not proud of what I have done to her. I don't want my daughter to see that treating a woman like this is fine. My daughter and sister needs a good example. They both should know, how a man should behave… A man should behave like a human.

I was reading the file, what she did three days, and I was surprised that her day… It's the same day that she meet me for a staged divorce. It's not a divorce. It's a separation from her. I offered her a good monthly allowance, but now, I feel she deserved a high allowance. She had my son all this time.

"Can we talk?" Her words echoed in my memory universe. She came to me many times with these words. Her effort never stopped. Her hopes were always high. Even when I grabbed her neck to make her sign to separation paper, I didn't realise I was choking her until she said, she hates me.

I almost killed her.

No!

“You gave up on us, Mrs Carter.” I rubbed my aching head.

“I need you to do something.” Dad hurried into his office and his old feet refused to rest, continued to pace in the office.

“And that something is?” I didn't move my eyes from the file of Anastasia Carter… My wife. Yes, she is my wife. She wore our ring for 16 years. And, I will make sure she wears our wedding ring until our kids give us grandchildren. I have to do this for kids… For our son. He needs his mother and I need him… to keep my sanity.

“Your mother..... Emma, she kidnapped Jamie.” Dad lost his patience and threw the cup on the floor. “I love her, but she always tests my patience.”

“Jamie.....” I repeated the name and turned the pages of the file, Jamie… He is my son.

I am a useless man… Mrs Carter, my wife, pushed me away, and I did turn back. She struggled every day without me. And I don't even know the name of the family.

Laughing at myself, in anger, “Jamie….” I repeated my son's name. She was so dedicated to me that she named our son after me.

“Emma trying to feed him….but that boy… He bit her.” Dad smiled with adoration. “He is stubborn, but he is crying continuously…”

“I will get him.” I walked out of the office and asked one of the maids about the toddlers. She understood and told me to find them in the garden.

“What is happening?” I find myself yelling.

I rushed towards my kids and checked Cherish and Jamie. They were fine, but I noticed the red print on my son's forearm… Just where Mom held him.

My mother hurt my child. She is potentially a danger to them.

“This brat bite me again.” Mom shrieked.

“He needs his mommy,” Jess said in frustration.

“He will be fine without her.” Mom glared at her.

“No, he is not… He is having a fever.” Cherish glared at her grandmother.

Without wasting time, I took Jamie from Cherish and started to caress him. He struggled in my arms but ultimately gave up, and kept his tired head on my shoulder with hiccups.

“Mommy….” The toddler in my arm sobbed.

“Even I want my mommy.” Cherish tried to control herself.

“Then pack your bag, we are going to mommy,” I promised my children.

“Jay... She is not family.” Mom interrupted.

“Jess….” I grabbed my sister's attention. “Pack your bag… I will talk to Nick. Move-in with him… And for Dad, help him too… He needs vacation.”

“You all are leaving me for that woman.” Mom accused us.

“No, mom… We want you to have peace. I think, our presence… This drama is troubling you. You are not behaving yourself for 4 months.” Jess hugged mom and took Cherish with her.

“I need my family… I am doing this for my kids.” Mom argued when Jess and Cherish left.

“Even I am doing this for my kids. I have decided that I am submitting the marriage certificate and will give this marriage a chance,” I announced my plans to mom.

“Have you lost your mind? That woman almost killed you.” Mom was in her defensive mood. “Kids are not safe around her.”

“Neither they are safe around you…. Whatever happened with my wife was an accident.” I snapped at my mother and Jamie startled. He started to cry. This time, harder. “Mom, she is a mom too… My son needs his mom. I am not saying I am a good husband, but I am trying to be a good man.”

Caressing the crying Jamie, I walked out of the house with Cherish and Jess. Thankfully, Jess cancelled the meeting with Nick. And, now, our first job is to go to the hospital. I have to make sure Jamie is fine. He is crying non-stop… At top of his voice. It seems like he is putting all his efforts into his mommy.

“Is he fine?” Cherish tried to touch Jamie but struggled. I could see Jamie is losing his patience. And, soon he will start attacking the surrounding humans.

“Call Mrs Carter.....” I demanded when we reached the hospital.

But Jess and Cherish frowned.

“Call my wife….” Clarifying, I run to the hospital. “Mommy is coming,” I promised Jamie.

“Dad…” The voice stopped me and I turned to see.....

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