Chapter 162
Chapter 162
Daniel’s POV.
The moment I stepped into my car and slammed the door shut, felt like a pressure cooker on the verge of exploding. Christiana’s words played over and over in my head, each one cutting deeper than the last. My knuckles whitened as I gripped the steering wheel, the heat of my anger rising like a tide.
“How could she do this to me?” I spat, slamming my fists against the wheel. The horn blared for a second, but I didn’t care. My breaths came out in harsh, ragged bursts as ny vision blurred with rage.
I slammed my fist down again. “Damn you, Alex!” I roared, my voice echoing in the enclosed car. “It’s always you, isn’t it? She can’t see past you!”
I gripped the wheel tightly, my fingers aching from the force. “After everything I’ve done, after how much I’ve tried to show her I’m better for her, she still chooses him. Him!” My voice cracked with frustration, and I slammed my head back against the seat.
A sharp, insistent ringing broke through the haze. I glanced at my phone on the passenger seat: Grandma. Her name–blinked
on the screen.
“Not now,” I muttered, swiping to silence the call. “I don’t have time for this.” The phone buzzed again, then stopped after a few rings. I stared at it, debating for a second, before shaking my head. No. I wasn’t in the mood.
I turned my gaze to the windshield, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. “Why, Christiana?” I whispered bitterly. “Why can’t you see it? He’s not good for you. I am. I would’ve given you everything. Everything!”
My voice rose again, and I punched the dashboard this time, the pain shooting up my arm barely registering. The rage was too consuming, too relentless.
“Does he even love you like I do? Does he even know how much I’d sacrifice for you?” I snarled, my voice dripping with venom. “No, he doesn’t! He can’t! He doesn’t deserve you, Christiana. He doesn’t!”
I was losing my mind, I knew it. The way I paced in my thoughts, the obsessive energy coursing through me–it wasn’t healthy, wasn’t normal. But I couldn’t stop it.
“You’ll see,” I said through gritted teeth, my reflection in the rearview mirror wild and unrecognizable. “One day, you’ll realize he’s not the man you think he is. And when that day comes, I’ll be here, Christiana. I’ll be here waiting.”
The phone buzzed again, and I snatched it up, tempted to throw it across the car. But I didn’t. I simply silenced it once more and threw it back onto the seat.
With a deep breath, I tried to steady myself, but it was no use. My heart hammered in my chest, my head spinning with every bitter thought, every unanswered question.
“She’ll come around,” I muttered to myself, gripping the steering wheel again, my voice almost pleading.
Suddenly, an idea crept into my mind as I sat there in my car, staring blankly at the dashboard. My rage ebbed momentarily, replaced by something colder, more calculated. A twisted smile curled my lips as the thought took shape. If Christiana wouldn’t listen to me, perhaps there was another way to get her attention–a way that she couldn’t ignore.
Without giving myself time to reconsider, I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, my grip steady on the wheel. The destination was clear in my mind: Ethan and Emma’s school.
The drive felt surreal, the cityscape blurring past me as my plan solidified. When I arrived at the school, I parked and took a deep breath, smoothing my hair and straightening my jacket. I had to look calm, collected. Trustworthy.
As I entered the administrative office, the receptionist glanced up, offering a polite smile. “Good afternoon, sir. How may I
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I leaned on the counter, keeping my voice calm and steady. “Good afternoon. My name is Daniel Brooks. Something urgent has come up, and I need to pick up Ethan and Emma to take them to their parents.” Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
The woman furrowed her brow slightly but nodded. “Let me check with their class teachers. One moment, please.”
I waited patiently, the air thick with anticipation. My heart pounded, but I kept my face neutral. This had to work. Moments. later, the receptionist returned, accompanied by a teacher.
“Mr. Brooks, I just need to confirm…did their parents notify you to pick them up?” the teacher asked, her expression polite but cautious.
“Yes,” I said smoothly, giving her a warm, convincing smile. “Their mother had an unexpected emergency. She asked me to come and get them. You can call her if you’d like to confirm.”
The teacher hesitated, but something about my demeanor must have reassured her. “That won’t be necessary if you’re on the approved list,” she said.
A few minutes later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway, and then I saw them…Ethan and Emma, their bright faces lighting up when they spotted me.
“Uncle Daniel!” Ethan cried, his small voice filled with excitement as he ran toward me. Emma followed, her pigtails bouncing as she clutched her brother’s hand.
I crouched down, opening my arms wide to catch them as they threw themselves at me. “Hey, my favorite twins!” I said, laughing warmly. “How are you two?”
“We’re good!” Emma chirped, her blue eyes sparkling. “Are we going to see Mommy?”
“That’s right,” I said, standing up and holding their hands. “Your mom and dad had to handle something important, so they asked me to pick you up and bring you to them.”
The twins nodded eagerly, their trust in me absolute. The teacher smiled at the sight, seemingly reassured by the children’s excitement.
“Well, they seem happy to go with you,” she said with a small chuckle. “Let me grab their bags.”
As we waited, Ethan looked up at me, his face full of curiosity. “Where are we going, Uncle Daniel? Is it a surprise?”
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I ruffled his hair, forcing myself to smile warmly. “It’s a surprise, buddy. You’ll see soon enough.”
Emma tugged on my hand. “Can we get ice cream on the way?”
“Maybe,” I said, my voice light, though my mind was racing. “But let’s get to the car first, okay?”
The teacher returned with their backpacks, handing them over with a gentle smile. “They’re all set,” she said. “Drive safe.”
“Thank you,” I said, flashing her another confident smile. “I’ll make sure they’re safe.”
The twins chattered excitedly as I led them to my car. I opened the back door for them, helping them buckle their seatbelts as they peppered me with questions.
“Are we going to see Daddy too?” Ethan asked, swinging his legs.
“Will Mommy be there?” Emma added.
“Yes, yes,” I replied, keeping my tone upbeat. “You’ll see them both very soon.”
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As I closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, my hands trembled slightly. But I forced myself to remain composed.
The engine roared to life, and as I pulled out of the school parking lot, the twins gi
ggled and chatted in the backseat, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside me.