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Endless Tears - Episode 22




Endless Tears - Episode 22

Subtle: I just wanna make you Smile again

Genres: Billionaire, Deceit

Tags: Deceit,love, jealousy,hatred, marriage

Written by Adeola Nissi                        

                     (THE PAINS)

I walked the street two days after that incident. It hadn‟t been 

easy getting my cheekiness back and getting rid of the emotional side 

of me, but I had done it. It is not easy to keep my emotions at check 

because it always comes to the surface every time I am alone but I 

knew for a fact that I had to be strong; if not for myself, then for my 

son. He was already caught in between, I did not want anything to 

hurt him.

I got to the roadside flower stand I had noticed several weeks 

back and stopped again. I stretched out my hand and played with the 

striking flower. Only now, the flower seemed to look pale, compared 

to the first time I saw it. It had been so bright and alive with a lively 

glow the last time I saw it, but now, I could tell that the weather was 

not being favorable and the flower might die soon. Great sympathy 

and compassion engulfed me as my thoughts took over me. It was 

probably unfortunate that wherever I go, I would always be 

reminded of Alex. It seemed impossible to forget. Only one mistake 

had turned my life around. It was a mistake wished I could undo. If 

only I hadn‟t fallen for him, I would probably be on my way to the 

university by now. I have not been in this trauma for long 

considering the fact that I was barely five months pregnant, but it 

feels like my whole life had been spent in this pain. It feels like I have 

never known a minute of joy or contentment.

The flash of a camera brought me back to my senses and I 

raised my eyes to stare at the very same guy I had met at this very 

spot weeks back. Kelvin. Yes! That was definitely the name he gave 

me, that is if it is true, of course.

He was staring at the small digital camera in his hand and he 

raised his eyes to mine. He was not holding a smile, neither was he 

frowning; he just stared at me, making me nervous with the intensity 

of his gaze.

I felt like punching him. “Do you make a habit of taking 

pictures of strangers without their consent?” I asked in annoyance 

    He stared at me for so long, I in fact thought he would never 

answer. The picture he took was not my problem though, it was his 

unsettling gaze. He managed to hold my gaze without even trying 

and he seemed to see into my soul. He suddenly looked down until 

he was again staring at his camera.

I shifted nervously and tapped my feet in annoyance. How dare 

he take my picture and ignore my question? I opened my mouth to 

hurl insults at me when he suddenly looked up at me again. “A 

flower is a symbol of great beauty and love, opening up its buds in 

the sun, beaming with life and promises” he walked up to me and his 

fingers played with the flower even though his eyes were holding 

mine. “But what happens when the sun it opened itself up to gets too 

hot for it to handle?” he asked. “The ground dries up, leaving the 

flower without water to sustain it; leaving the flower to face the 

vengeance of the hot sun without support” he glanced briefly at the 

flower then back at my pale face. “Slowly, the flower begins to fade… 

then it withers… and if care is not taken… it dies…” his gaze had 

become so intense and for several seconds, minutes, hours…I have no 

idea how long I stood there; I just stood, gazing at him as his words 

ran through my mind over and over again.

I blinked and shook my head. “What do you mean?” I 


He looked at me for several seconds then looked again at the 

camera. I wanted to see the picture he took now. “You have a 

faraway look in your eyes. Your body posture and set jaw tells me 

that you are going through a lot of pain which you try to hide behind 

bravery.” He raised his eyes to mine. “You are like this beautiful 

flower. Radiant with unrivalled beauty, open to life and filled with a 

lot of promises. Although, I am afraid you might have let in too much 

sun. I…”

“Stop” I yelled. “Stop filling my head with rubbish” I blinked 

furiously, trying not to lose the battle over my emotions. “Why do I  always have to bump into you” I yelled, even though it was the 

second time I was seeing him. But why does it always have to be at 

this same spot? “I am not a flower, and unfortunately, I did not let in 

any sun. Do you know why?” I asked. “Because all I have in my life 

is complete darkness” I screamed and turned instantly, heading 

home. I did not hear him following and I was extremely grateful. At 

least he knows when to back down. I refrained from looking back 

and marched home. 

I opened the door of the sitting room and did not even pause 

when I saw Alex for the first time in days. I was in no mood for 

anyone, least of all him.

“Where are you coming from woman?” he boomed.

I paused and turned to look at the man who destroyed my life. 

I shook my head and turned towards the stairs. “When I ask a 

question in this house woman, you answer me” he was marching 

towards me. “You are definitely a slut. You are now spreading your 

legs for everyone in Abuja, isn‟t it?”

I turned and swallowed hard. “What if I am uhn? At least, I am 

not in the danger of impregnating someone, am i? You should really 

think of opening a baby-making company, I think you have the talent 

of spreading your sperm where it is not needed”

His arm swung with alarming speed and connected with my 

cheek. Before I got my balance, his other hand connected with my 

other cheek, sending me crashing to the ground at once. I heard 

running feet approaching but the pain coercing through my body 

had me curled up on the floor. The pain was so unbearable but I 

would be damned if I cry. I bit my shaking lips so hard, I ended up 

tasting my own blood. I turned to raise glaring eyes at Alex, despite 

my pain and that obviously turned to a great mistake because he 

literarily pounced on me.

“Don‟t you dare look at me like that” he roared as he rained 

punches all over me. I shrieked loudly as I curled up in a ball,  protecting my child with my hands and legs as every blow landed. 

Tears came rushing down my face and I discovered that the screams I 

was hearing were mine.

“Mr. Alex.” Tina cried as she tried to push Alex away. The pain 

coercing through my body was eating at my senses and I was slowly 

losing consciousness. 

“Please leave her… Please” I faintly heard Tina cry with shaky 

voice. “Please sir… she is pregnant… aaarrrhhhh…….” Darkness 

engulfed me as everything faded out of sight......


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