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CHAPTER 11
Cathy POV
Seeing Jasper talk to Cecilia that way completely shocked me. I never imagined he would stand up for me so boldly, especially in front of everyone. The way he spoke, the way he made it clear that I mattered — it touched something deep inside me. For the first time in a long while, I felt protected, valued, and loved.
As we entered his office, the atmosphere was completely different. The same man who had been so firm and commanding outside was now calm, gentle, and soft-spoken. The room was quiet — only the faint sound of the air conditioner filled the silence.
"Hey babe," I said, my voice low but warm as I tried to ease the tension.
He looked up from his desk, his lips curving into that smile that could melt a heart of stone. "Hi, love. I'm so sorry for the embarrassment I brought upon you this morning," he said sincerely, his eyes holding mine with guilt and tenderness.
I smiled softly, shaking my head. "No problem, Jasper. Love conquers all."
He chuckled lightly, that deep sound that always made me blush. "You really are something else," he said, reaching out to take my hand gently across the desk.
For a moment, we just sat there — fingers intertwined, eyes locked, hearts calm. We talked for a while, about random things — his siblings, work, and even how mischievous my kids had been lately. It felt natural, effortless. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed so freely around someone.
Just when everything felt perfect, his phone began to ring. I turned my gaze to the screen out of curiosity and froze when I saw the name displayed — Grandpa.
Immediately, Jasper's expression changed. His smile slowly faded, replaced by a hint of tension and hesitation. He stared at the phone for a while before picking it up, his voice dropping low.
"Grandpa," he said quietly.
I could feel the seriousness in his tone, so I stood up gently. "I'll excuse you," I said softly. He looked at me, his eyes pleading as if to say don't go, but I only smiled and walked toward the door.
As I stepped out, I leaned on the wall outside his office, holding my chest. My heart was racing. I didn't know what the call was about, but I knew one thing for sure — something was about to change.
And I silently prayed that whatever it was, it wouldn't tear us apart.
Jasper POV
The moment I saw Grandpa flashing across my phone screen, I already knew it wouldn't be a pleasant conversation. My chest tightened, but I picked up anyway.
"Grandpa," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and calm, even though I could already sense the storm brewing on the other end.
"Are you insane, Jasper?" His voice thundered through the phone, so loud I had to pull it slightly away from my ear. "Check the internet and see who's trending! You've brought shame to our family name because of that black girl of yours! I want you to come to the mansion now — with her. Do you understand me?"
Before I could respond, the line went dead. He had hung up.
For a moment, I just stood there frozen, the phone still pressed against my ear. His words kept replaying in my mind, sharp and cruel. That black girl. My blood boiled at how he spoke about Cathy — the woman who had brought light back into my life, the woman who made me laugh again.
I clenched my jaw, exhaling sharply. "Not this time," I muttered under my breath.
Without wasting another second, I called James. "Get the car ready," I ordered. My tone was sharp, leaving no room for questions. Then I straightened my tie, trying to mask the frustration simmering inside me before heading out to find Cathy.
When I reached her office, she looked up at me with those warm brown eyes that always seemed to calm every storm inside me. But the moment she saw my face, her smile faded.
"Jasper, what's wrong?" she asked, standing up immediately.
I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to scare her, but I couldn't lie either. "Grandpa called," I said quietly. "He saw everything online… and he's demanding that we come to the mansion right now."
Her expression changed instantly. I saw fear flash across her face — not for herself, but for what this could mean for us. "I'm scared," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly as her eyes fell to the floor. "What if he doesn't like me? What if he—"
"Hey, hey," I interrupted softly, stepping closer and lifting her chin with my fingers so she'd look at me. "Don't say that. Nothing is going to happen, I promise."
Her eyes glistened, and I could see the uncertainty in them. She was strong, but right now she needed reassurance — and I was going to give her that. I pulled her into my arms and held her tight, breathing in her familiar scent.
"You're safe with me," I whispered against her hair. "I won't let anyone hurt you. Not even him."
She nodded slowly, her hands clutching the sides of my shirt as if trying to draw strength from me. For a moment, we just stayed like that — in the quiet, hearts beating in sync, both scared of what was coming but finding comfort in each other.
When we finally pulled apart, I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "We're going to face him together, alright?"
And as we walked out of the office toward the car waiting outside, I silently vowed to myself: no matter what my grandfather said or did, nothing — and no one — would take Cathy away from me.
Cecilia POV
I was waiting so patiently for Jasper and Cathy, my heart burning with anticipation. I couldn't stop smiling because I knew the look that would be on their faces today would be absolutely miserable — and that alone gave me so much satisfaction.
I had been sitting there, tapping my fingers on my lap, imagining every detail of how things would unfold. The moment they walked in, the way Jasper's expression would shift when he realized I already knew everything. And that woman — Cathy — the one who thought she could take what was mine, I couldn't wait to see the shock and embarrassment on her face.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I could already picture the scene in my head — her eyes widening, her voice trembling, and Jasper trying to act calm but failing miserably. I wanted them to feel small, cornered, and exposed. After everything, this was exactly what they deserved.
I folded my arms and leaned back with a wicked little grin. Let's see how perfect your love still looks after today, I thought to myself. Because no matter how long it took, I was going to make sure they regretted ever crossing me.
Jasper's POV
On arriving at Grandpa's villa, I felt uneasy — my heart was pounding hard against my chest. I tried to stay calm, but deep down, I already knew that something terrible was waiting for me. Cathy sat quietly beside me, holding her purse tightly against her chest. I looked at her and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Everything will be fine," I whispered softly, even though I wasn't sure myself.
When we stepped into the mansion, everyone was already gathered — my mother, my siblings, Grandpa, and even Cecilia, who sat proudly with a smirk that immediately made me suspicious. The tension in the air was suffocating.
"Good evening, Grandpa," I greeted as politely as I could, but before I could take another step, a sharp sound echoed through the hall.
SLAP!
It landed hard across my face. The whole family froze. Cathy gasped beside me, her hands flying to her mouth.
"Mom!" I snapped, holding my cheek in disbelief. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Shut up, you useless son of mine!" she shouted furiously, her voice trembling with rage. "How dare you embarrass this family by bringing her here!" She turned her angry eyes toward Cathy, her finger pointing directly at her.
"Do you think you can ever be part of this family? Even if everyone accepts you, I won't!"
Cathy's eyes shimmered with tears, her head bowed low in shame. Seeing her that way tore something inside me.
"Aunt, stop already," Cecilia suddenly said, pretending to sound calm, but the satisfaction in her voice betrayed her. I looked at her with disgust.
Grandpa's deep voice then filled the room, cold and heavy. "Enough. It's not the girl's fault," he said, his gaze shifting toward my mother. "If only your useless son hadn't proposed to her, we wouldn't be in this mess."
Then he turned to Cecilia. "You said you have something to say, Cecilia. Go ahead."
Cecilia smiled slowly, stepping forward until she was standing right in front of Cathy. Without warning, smack! — she slapped Cathy across the face so hard that Cathy staggered backward.
"Why would you do that?" I shouted angrily, pulling Cathy into my arms and holding her tightly. I could feel her body trembling against mine, and it only made my anger burn hotter.
Cecilia just stood there, laughing like a maniac. "Haha," she mocked, her eyes cold and full of hate. "That slap was for taking my man. And actually, I don't even need you anymore," she sneered, brushing her hair off her shoulder. "But… I've got some information for you."
She pointed her finger at us — at me and Cathy — and everyone in the room turned silent. You could hear the ticking of the wall clock, the sound of our breaths, the tension thick enough to choke on.
"Do you ever ask yourself any question about how you got your kids?" Cecilia said slowly, her words dripping with venom. "Or why they look exactly like Jasper and Jude?"
Cathy's eyes widened, her breath hitched. I felt her hand tighten around my shirt, her pulse racing.
"That's because you were raped by Jude," Cecilia said, her voice rising with cruel satisfaction.
The room went dead silent. It felt like a thunderbolt had just struck us all. I froze — my heart stopped beating for a second. My ears rang, my vision blurred, and my whole body felt weak.
I turned slowly to look at Cathy. Tears were streaming down her cheeks like rivers, her lips trembling, her eyes filled with unbearable pain. My chest ached at the sight of her breaking in front of everyone.
When I turned to look at Jude, all I could see was guilt — deep, haunting guilt that spoke louder than any confession ever could. His eyes refused to meet mine; they were heavy, filled with shame and regret. My heart sank. I wanted to deny everything Cecilia had said, to scream that it wasn't true… but the look on his face told me otherwise.
"And if you don't believe me," Cecilia continued, her tone sharp and proud, "you can run a DNA test. The truth will slap you harder than I ever could."
The room went still — painfully still. Even the air felt heavy. Every word that left her mouth sliced through the silence like a blade. Then she turned, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she headed toward the exit.
"And as for this family," she added, stopping briefly by the door, her voice dripping with bitterness, "I don't ever want to come in contact with any of you again."
With that, she walked out, leaving behind nothing but chaos and broken hearts.
I stood there frozen, my hands still wrapped around Cathy's shoulders as she trembled. My mother looked speechless, my grandfather's face was pale with shock, and Jane covered her mouth as tears filled her eyes. Jude just stood there, lifeless, his head hanging in shame.
My mind was spinning. Was this true? Could Jude really…? No. I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't. But the guilt in his eyes kept screaming yes.
Cathy broke down completely, collapsing against my chest as sobs wracked her fragile body. I held her tight, feeling her pain seep into me. Her tears soaked through my shirt, but I didn't care — I just wanted to protect her from everything, even if it meant protecting her from my own family.
I looked around the room — the same family I once thought was unbreakable — and all I saw now was a shattered picture. Secrets, betrayal, pain. Everything felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
And in that moment, as I held Cathy tighter, one thing became painfully clear — no matter what the DNA said, I was never letting her go.
The whole room went silent — so silent I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my chest. Everyone looked frozen in place: my parents, Grandpa, Jane… even Jude couldn't lift his eyes. The air was heavy, filled with shock, guilt, and pain.
Then suddenly, Cathy screamed — a sound that tore through the silence like a knife. She broke free from my arms and charged at Jude, her eyes burning with fury and heartbreak.
"You'll pay for this! You ruined my life!" she cried as she struck him again and again with trembling hands. Jude didn't defend himself — he just stood there, frozen in guilt, tears streaming down his face.
"Say something! Say something, you monster!" she yelled, but Jude's silence only made her angrier. Jane ran forward, joining Cathy, and the two of them kept hitting him while shouting in tears.
"Stop this madness!" my mom cried out as she tried to pull Cathy back. But Cathy turned, her voice breaking with rage as she slapped my mother.
"You raised a monster! You made him this way!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the hall.
Everyone gasped — even Grandpa's cane dropped from his hand. My mother stood still, tears running down her cheeks, unable to believe what just happened.
Then Cathy turned to me. Her eyes — those soft, beautiful eyes — were now filled with anger and pain.
"Why did you not tell m—" I began, reaching for the explanation that could stitch the moment back together, but before the rest of the sentence left my mouth her hand was already in motion. The slap landed across my cheek with a sound that seemed to echo in the stillness of the room. It burned, but what burned more was the look in her eyes — a mixture of hurt, betrayal and steel that left no room for my excuses.
"I don't ever want to see you or your family again." Her voice was flat, final. Without another word she turned and fled the hall. Her footsteps pounded down the corridor, and for a second I just stood there, stunned, the taste of shame bitter in my mouth.
"Cathy—please!" I practically begged as I lunged after her, but she didn't stop. She didn't look back. The door slammed. The sound of it closing was like a verdict.
I felt something inside me break then — part fury, part despair — and it took over. I whirled back into the room and found Jude standing there, pale and small and broken under the weight of Cecilia's words. I didn't think. I moved like an animal with only one thing in mind: to make him feel some fragment of what Cathy had felt.
"You disgust me, bro," I screamed, before the first blow connected. My fists drove into him again and again, each strike fueled by betrayal and a grief that had nowhere else to go. The hits were clumsy and terrible and demanded more than they could ever give back. Jude crumpled beneath them, not fighting, shoulders curling inward as if to make himself smaller, as if apology could be folded into his skin.
Hands grabbed at me — my father, James — but the fury had a life of its own. I didn't hear them at first; all I heard was the hollow thud of my own heartbeat and the memory of Cathy's face, the wet tracks on her cheeks, the way she'd run past me and how I'd failed to keep her safe. Each memory pushed my fists forward.
When they finally pried me off him, breathless and shaking, the room had turned into a jumble of faces: shocked, ashamed, furious. Jude lay on the floor, gasping, blood at the corner of his mouth from where my hand had met flesh. I stared down at him and felt nothing but a cold, clear rage and a sick, aching responsibility — because it had been my family that bred this horror, and because the one person I loved had been the one who suffered.
I sank to my knees, the fight gone as quickly as it had come. My hands were raw, my knuckles tore, and the shame of what I'd done mingled with the shame of what had been done. Around us voices whispered and someone sobbed, but everything was distant — as if a curtain had been dropped over the villa and only the room, the broken man on the floor, and my pounding heart remained.
In that exhausted, furious silence, a terrible certainty settled over me: nothing was repairable by apology alone. Cathy's trust had been shattered; my brother's secret had destroyed more than one life; and my family's house, once a shelter, suddenly felt like a battleground where everything beloved lay in ruins. I had acted, brutally, in the heat of hurt — but action without direction would not heal her. It would not erase what had happened.
I stood then, breath heaving, feeling the weight of what must come next. There would be questions, and tests, and reckonings — for Jude, for my parents, for Grandpa. Most of all there would be the long, quiet work of trying to prove to Cathy that I would stand with her, that I would not let the people she trusted destroy the only safe place she had found.
Watch out for chapter 12
To be continued.....
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