Revenge On The Scumbags

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“Oh, I remember. They met in front of the male’s restroom.” Alex said immediately without giving Rosalie time to talk.

“Huh? How did your first encounter happen after he was born?” Grandma Patricia asked Rosalie with doubt in her eyes.

Rosalie stared at her not knowing what to say.

“How do I get out of this now?” She asked herself.

“You haven’t answered my question yet Rosalie.” Grandma Patricia said.

“You see Grandma, we did meet in the men’s restroom. That’s because we separated about a year ago. She asked that we should end our relationship.” Tyler said turining to face Rosalie.

She stared back at him in shock. She never knew he was this good at lying.

“So, we met again a few months ago and she realized she still had feelings for me …… I did too, so we decided to tie the knot.” Tyler explained.

Grandma Patricia observed them for a while as she tried to take in what Tyler just said.

“Is what he’s saying the truth?” She asked Rosalie.

“Yes grandma.” Rosalie felt really bad to lie to her but what else could she do? The lies had already begun and now, she needed more to cover them up.

“Okay. If you say so. So how old is Al…”

“Why would you aak me to get out of my own room all because of this whore?” Grandma Patricia was caught off by Rose.

Rose was heaving heavily like she had just run a marathon. Her face was really red, it was obvious she was really angry. Grandma Patricia immediately covered Alex’s ears so he wouldn’t listen to what the adults are saying.

“It wasn’t yours in the first place so it won’t be a big deal if you move out again.” Rosalie answered calmly.

“Shut up whore. I wasn’t talking to you.” She said glaring angrily at Rosalie.

Tyler wanted to intervene but Grandma Patricia beat him to it.

“I asked you to move out so you should do it quietly. I don’t even know what you and your husband are still doing in this house when you both have your home to live in.” She said.

“But grandma, that’s my room. I can’t leave there brcause of her.” She argued.

“You can and you will. Now pack your things out so Rosalie and her husband can stay there.” Grandma Patricia said leaving no room for arguement.

“Rosalie is back?” Rosalie heard a deep manly voice and turned back to look at those eyes.

Those eyes that she used to love and adore. Those eyes that she will never forget. There he was, staring back at her in shock. Her beautiful face showed different emotions of pure hate, disgust, betrayal and anger.

“Jackson, you’re finally back.” Rose angry vice changed into a sweet one when she saw him and she ran to embrace him but his eyes never left Rosalie even though she had turned away from him.

“Jackson? Isn’t that the name she was moaning out when we were together that night?” Tyler asked himself inwardly.

Jackson walked deeper into the room and greeted Grandma Patricia and she replied with a smile. He turned to face Rosalie and couldn’t help but admire the beauty she had turned into. She was more beautiful than how she was five years ago.

Rose noticed his gaze and frowned angrily. She turned him to face her and started talking to him. He did reply but occasionally, he would turn back to stare at Rosalie.

This made Rosalie uncomfortable and Tyler angry.

“Can’t he keep his eye to himself?” He asked himself.

Noticing someone was giving him a death stare, he turned to face Tyler’s angry eyes and glared back. Rose noticed their stares and smiled.

“Baby, this is Tyler, Rosalie’s husband and that’s their son.” She said emphasizing the ‘husband’ part.

Shock was too little to describe what Jackson was feeling.

“So she actually gave birth and he’s the father?” He thought and turn to look at Tyler.

Hurt and betrayal flashed in his eyes but it was only for a split second.

“Is that true Rosalie?” He asked her.

There was no warmth in his voice like before but Rosalie didn’t care. Normally, she thought she would be fazed when she set her eyes on him but thankfully that didn’t happen. It’s like all the feelings she had for him had been thrown away the moment he betrayed her.

“It’s none of your business?” She replied coldly. Jackson was in shock for a while but he quickly snapped out of it. What was he expecting? She should hug and kiss him in before? Hell no.

“Miss Rosalie, your room has been prepared for you.” A maid came into the living room and said.

“Okay. Grandma, I’ll be heading upstairs now.” Rosalie said.

“Okay my child. Go to your mother.” She said to Alex and he complied.

She lifted Alex up and took upstairs while Tyler trailed behind them and carried their luggages.

“Jackson, the guest room would be prepared for the both of you because Rosalie has to go back to her own room.” She heard Grandma Patricia say to them.

She entered her big and spacious room and looked around. It had changed from how she had left it. She placed Alex on the bed and searched around with her eyes for her mother’s portrait.

She was only met with the wedding portrait of Rose and Jackson. She immediately removed the portrait from its position and placed it outside her room. She brought out a picture of Alex and placed it there.

She turned back to see Tyler arranging their suitcase so she joined him. She decided not to ask him questions now because Alex was still there.

She helped Alex take his bath when she was done and gave him a new outfit to wear. Tyler stared at them in admiration. He still couldn’t believe it.

He knows Rosalie isn’t comfortable with him there but what could he do? He wanted the both of them for himself as soon as possible.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

A knock on the door interrupted what they were doing and Tyler went to answer it.

“Who was it?” Rosalie asked when he came back.

“Grandma Patricia wants us to come down for dinner.” He answered.

“Yay dinner. I’m so hungry.” Alex said rubbing his average sized tummy.

“Okay, why don’t you go with him? I still have something to do.” She said.

“Okay mom. Let’s go.” He said as he held Tyler’s hand and walked out.

Tyler smiled and let the lad lead the way.

Rosalie sighed and waled out after she was sure that they were long gone. She wanted to look for her mother’s portrait. She was sure they would have left it in the attic.

While she was walking, someone suddenly grabbed her hand and she turned in shock. She was angry to see that it was Jackson.

“Why did you suddenly hold me like that?” She asked angrily and pulled her palm from his like he gad some disease.

Jackson frowned at her reaction but didn’t say anything.

“What are you doing here?” He asked instead.

“This is my father’s house. What are you doing here?” She asked back.

“If I could recall clearly, your father threw you out. Why are you here again?” He asked, a hint of taunt was laced on his voice but Rosalie didn’t want to seem fazed.

“What about you? You are married to Rose so what are you doung here? Aren’t you both supposed to be in you family house? I almost forgot, where’s the child Rose gave birth to for you?” Rosalie asked.

Jackson frowned when he heard her talk about the dead child and held her shoulder tightly.

Rose had a miscarriage when she was in her final month of pregnancy and she hasn’t bore a child since that time.

“Shut up Rosalie. Don’t you dare mention her.” He said referring to the dead child.

“Let go of me.” Rosalie struggled to get out of his strong hold on her slender shoulder but couldn’t. Her face held pain and she was sure his grip would leave a mark.

“Didn’t you hear her? She said to let go.” Rosalie heard and looked ahead to see Tyler standing calmly with his hand in his suit pants. His calm face held a deadly frown and looked like he could kill someone any minute.

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