Chapter 20

"Charles, please, let me go. My son is sick," she cried, praying to him. The hands that enveloped her so guarded fell to the sides as he gazed down at her in a blow. A faint nod of his head in asking her the question the most dreaded...his eyes stared down at her in shock. Aliza replied, looking down at her feet. 

"Yes, Asher is sick, and he is my son."

Charles's hands formed into fists making the knuckles turn white as he digested the heart-wrecking truth revealed to him. In a numb feeling breakdown, he walked to the window, turned his back to her and blinked his eyes repeatedly to clear the dampness. 

"Leave," he shouted, and Aliza sprinted out of the door without a turn back.

Flashback

Twenty-one months ago

After the morning of their lovemaking, Aliza was busy setting the file for the next meeting. The work was very busy as it was the time Richmond Industries was launching its new clothing line. Charles was continuously occupied with