CHAPTER 3: UNBORN CHILD

I woke up with a headache. I grabbed for my side table to get my phone because it was still dark out, but I was startled when I felt something. I'm not sure what part of the body it is, but I can feel someone close by.

I embraced him. Fortunately, when I took my hand away, he didn't stir. It seems like I'm breaking the law here.

I muttered, "Fuck shit."

I shut my eyes firmly and tried to recall everything from last night, but nothing came to mind. I can't recall. I bit back a chuckle and heaved a sigh of relief as I realized I was still dressed from last night.

Despite it being dark, I gently stood up and looked for the entrance. I've been here a few times previously, so I know this is his condo.

I located the door and cautiously opened it, revealing his condo's living area to me. Without thinking twice, I left him there and sped off without saying goodbye. I don't even have to say goodbye.

I got home safely, but I don't know where my phone is because I couldn't find it earlier in his condo. Given what happened the night before, I don't even intend to wake him up.

When I got home at five in the morning, I took a shower before falling asleep once more. When I woke up, it was midday, and I was hungry but my fridge was empty.

I was forced to get ready to go to Villa Florentina. I'll simply dine there before going directly to Kate. If they made it home safely, please let me know. I don't currently have a phone, thus I'm unable to call them.

I placed a food order after arriving at Villa Florentina. hangover and headache are still present. I dislike taking medication, but it will go gone.

The elegance of their restaurant is one of the reasons I enjoy being here at Villa Florentina. They exclusively make use of wood and white paint. They show the environment a lot of respect. It's also amusing to observe that their glasses are also merely paper cups.

Although their cuisine is a little expensive, it is also tasty and outstanding. Since there aren't many people here, chilling out is pleasant. The surroundings are calm and clear as well.

I started eating as soon as they gave the meal out. Served with iced coffee is soup and a salad with dressing.

Someone dropped my phone on the table, which astonished me. All that Caden had on was a white shirt and sweatpants. He doesn't appear to be employed at the moment, which explains why.

He handed me "your purse," and I took it. "You got detached from me, huh?" he asked sarcastically.

I bowed and tightly closed my eyes since I had no idea what to say and was so humiliated. "I'm so sorry, but thank you anyway."

"Is that it?"

I gave him a sidelong glance and raised an eyebrow. What is he anticipating? A kiss and cash? What in the world?

I rolled my eyes at him and asked, "Why do you want anything else?"

He'll treat me the same way he did when he disregarded me the other day. For obligated me to sleep last night since I was so sober, and I thanked him.

Even though I knew I wouldn't care if he was there, I once again focused our attention on what I was eating. I sat down silently as soon as I sensed him approaching.

He was confused, "Why are you eating that, and aren't you going to spare me lunch today?"

"What are you doing here, so what?"

He called the crew, which I observed. Our order was taken by a female crew member who came over.

This raises further questions, "She's your girlfriend sir Caden?" Without their knowledge, I immediately rolled my eyes. I just continue to eat.

"She's nothing," he responds.

What I heard gave my heart a little jolt. Why am I in pain? He was right when he remarked that I simply don't agree with him. My throat felt as though something was blocking it because of how fast my heart was thumping. I felt as though I had tears in my eyes.

There was uneasiness all around us and he remained silent. I have just let go of what I had previously heard because it won't benefit me in any way.

I finished eating, grabbed my phone off the table right away, and was about to get up when he started talking. "Are you leaving at once?"

I called the crew to split my bill after nodding. Both he and I exchanged glances as we both regarded him. I was unable to decipher or even see anything in his eyes.

"What do I owe you, exactly?"

I removed ten thousand from my wallet because it is all the cash I now have. I've yet to be able to withdraw. I also don't want to be in debt. I put the money in front of him, the shock was obvious on his face but I didn't know anything.

"What is this?" Caden asked.

"I'll pay for everything you did last night, as well as bringing my phone and purse here," I said calmly and faked a smile.

He gave a quick head shake before rising. He gave me a firm look, which I can see. Did I say something wrong? Was what I said offensive to him?

He glared at me and walked away in front of me, saying, "I'm not your guard me Aza, you don't need to pay me." Because of what he said, I am unable to move. I feel as though I am the one who has been harmed the most, yet I must recognize my bravery.

I grabbed the cash and promptly followed him out the door. I went to the parking lot after him. When I spoke, he was ready to open the door to his vehicle.

"It has been a year, Caden, and it is difficult for you to comprehend. Are you still upset?"

He paused. Although he was not looking at me, I could sense that he was furious. That remains the basis for everything, I am aware.

I know.

I am aware that this is still the cause of his continued resentment toward me and his avoidance of me. Why couldn't he simply accept it?

"I tried to talk to you several times but you wouldn't even let me, Caden, and up until now you were hoping he would come back." His eyes were sly as he slowly turned to face me.

"Do you think it's that easy to forget what happened? Do you think I'm that quick to forget and forgive you like it's nothing? That's bullshit Aza." My eyes narrowed at what he said.

"I don't know anymore, Caden. It's hard for me to talk with you because you don't listen to me." I said, I felt like I was about to cry but I just held it back.

It's a good thing because we're here in the parking lot and there's no one around so we can talk like this. But fuck, it hurts.

His voice trembled, "Do you ever regret Azalea?"

His question made me feel as though my heart was racing. I am speechless. I sighed and closed my eyes. Is it excessive? Do I merit being questioned?

I stumbled, "C-caden," I said.

He tapped his car suddenly, which caught me off guard. I wanted to sob. I wanted to speak, but I was unable to.

He murmured, "Damn, Aza!" He was waiting for my answer while his eyes were begging.

"Why do you treat me this way and make my life difficult for me?"

I simply sobbed in response to what he said; it still stings for me now, but there is nothing I can do. Up until he bowed before me and implored me, I had forgotten about those times.

"Why?" it's hard for me, it's like I'm being killed over and over again. "Why did you kill our unborn child?!"