Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 109

THIRD POV

“How could you do this to me, Tilda? You married my brother? Why?” Harry argued.

The ache of finding Tilda as his sister-in-law was immense, he resented how she neglected their bond yet agreed to marry his brother.

“He was my Boss… we fell in love and it just happened. Look, I-I didn’t know he was your brother. By the time I came to know. It was too late.” She reasoned sorrowfully.

She also didn’t intend to marry the brother of her ex but it was too late by the time she realized that.

“What do you expect me to do now? What am I supposed to tell everyone now about Helder?” He growled, stuck in a terrible situation.

“You never… said anything about me?” Tilda asked in disbelief.

“I didn’t want them to curse you for leaving me with a son.” He sighed, shaking his head in denial.

No one in his family knew who was the mother of Helder, they only knew that she abandoned them and left them.

“I.. am sorry, Harry,” She apologized sadly, looking down in shame.

“Are you happy with my brother…?”

She nodded in guilt, “Yes, whatever we had… it was all in the past. I hope you won’t tell anyone about us anymore. Please don’t ruin my marriage, don’t tell anyone that I have any connection with you or… that child.”

Her voice broke, almost pleading with Harry to not destroy her marriage. She was taking a new step in life, she didn’t want to turn back to her past.

“That child huh?” Harry chuckled dryly as she regarded the son she gave birth to as.

She knew if her husband came to know about it, her future would be destroyed.

“You don’t want to make this awkward and horrible, do you?” Tilda asked expectantly, praying he won’t create an obstacle in her life.

He smiled painfully, he hated it. He wanted to devastate her life by choosing his brother over him yet bore with that heavy pain.

“I won’t tell anyone. You don’t have to be worried. Take care of yourself,”

“Thank you,” He smiled as she left.

The lack of motherly love made Helder rude and stubborn because his Father barely had time to groom him.

Things used to be fine before Dariel’s father's death, they were friends, they played together but it burned Harry each time he saw them as a happy family.

While there he was, alone with a son to deal with.

“Your Helder is surely a fierce kid.” Mr. Cannedy laughed, watching the kids playing tag.

Dariel was eight, Helder was ten, they were laughing as Jacey was cheering on them. Seeing the kids, Tilda was smiling, she was not sure how to tell her husband.

Her one truth could destroy all three kid’s lives so she chose silence.

“Hmm. I know,” Harry nodded, glancing at Tilda who was staring at her kids in mesmerization.

“By the way, have you thought about finding someone? You are not old, you can start a life. If one bitch left you that doesn’t mean you will deprive Helder of love, right, Darling?” Lark laughed, taking his wife’s hand and kissing it affectionately.

“Huh? Yeah, you are right. You should move on and find someone, Harry. You and your son deserve to live,” She spoke sweetly, praying Harry could move on.

“How can I miss someone I don’t know? You don’t tell me who she is either. And besides, I have you,” Helder chuckled nervously, vexed to see his Father like this.

“Really? You used to whine so much about not having a mother,”

“I was stupid back then. I am becoming a big man now so you don’t have to cry. We got each other after all,” He grinned, considering his Father his world.

He no longer had concerns about his Mother, he had his Father only for years, he no longer yearned for her, he was fine with him but couldn’t say the same for Harry.

“Curse that woman,”

“What?” Helder blinked innocently.

“Nothing. Go and do your homework,” He sighed, giving his shoulder an assuring squeeze.

“Sure.”

But, he couldn’t take it anymore. At one point, when Dariel was twelve and Helder fourteen, he lost his mind in envy.

His mind was flaring in a fierce fire of jealousy. He hated how he never got the life they got. He lost his mind in wrath and decided to take his revenge.

“Helder, do you want to know who your Mother is?” He asked in a hysterical smile, entering Helder’s room who was engrossed in his studies.

“What’s the point of knowing? Would that bring her back?” He smiled faintly, scratching the back of his neck nervously when he came and sat on the bed.

“There is a way because she is none other than your Aunt… Tilda,”