Chapter 5

"Reina!" Mother's arm wrapped around my shoulders. Her eyes were filled with tears as she wobbled her head in confusion.

"What do you mean, detective?" She asked for the fifth time, making me even more miserable.

I looked away, rustling the sheet further, holding back a tremendous amount of pain stuck in my chest. "Rojas Cervantes is the governor of Toronto?" I muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Yes, he is." The detective stood on his feet as he switched on the TV, changing the channel to a news channel, and there he was- "Garrett!" I muttered, clenching my fist tight against the sheet, my nails piercing the skin of my thighs, but I could only feel the pain in my heart.

Garrett was on the TV, in front of reporters, and beside him was the prime minister of Canada. "Garrett!" His name escaped my lips, crushing each marrow bone and tears flooded my eyes. My lips parted and a gust of wind rushed through my windpipe making the pain in my heart excruciating. I could barely free my muscles, my chest tighten so much that I was seated on the bed like a statue.

"How is this possible?" I shrieked, shaking my head. My mouth opened wide to scream out the pain that made it impossible for me to breathe.

"Mrs. McCoy!" The detective tried to calm me down, but I pushed him away and wrapped my hands around my knees on the bed.

All I could hear at that moment was the promises Garrett had made to me. He was faithful to me, and I know he was. His eyes glowed up whenever he looked at me. When he kissed me, I could feel his sincerity. He loves me; I know he does. He made me come home early from work. He made my favorite meal for dinner. He was kissing me to bed every night. I was always wrapped in his arms, and there was not a day we fought cause Garrett is a simple man.

"Excuse me!" The nurse from earlier interrupted, walking towards me with a file in her hands. "I have something to tell you." She smiled, looking down at me, and my gaze instantly lifted as I stared at her with reddened eyes and swollen pink cheeks.

"You are pregnant." She smiled, probably thinking the news was enough to ease the pain I was feeling, but no, I was only frustrated further. How can I be pregnant now! A tear dripped on my lips, as I slowly shake my head. Would I call this being unlucky?

"Please leave, nurse." The detective excused her, and she didn't waste any time.

"If Rojas is your husband, maybe you could call him and meet up." The detective suggested.

"Call the governor of Toronto to meet him up because we suspect he is Garrett? Do you know what that entails?" Mother screamed at the detective. "It's a suggestion. He is indeed married to Reina, and this is the only way of asking him what happened."

"When did Rojas Cervantes become the governor of Toronto?" I looked at the detective, searching his eyes for the truth. I still don't believe Garrett is Rojas. Rojas could be a lookalike, and Garrett was unfortunate enough that his details were not on the police database. That is the truth I clung to; that was my truth. I know I wasn't married to a governor; there is no way I could have been fooled to that extent.

"He became the governor not until a month ago." The detective's response caused a memory to flicker before my eyes.

"Why do you bother watching the news? No good comes from it." Garrett kissed me and turned the TV off. "I just wanted to see who won the election, I want to know who is now the governor, so at least I could tell Egan." I tried pushing Garrett away from me and grabbed the TV remote.

"This isn't fair, and I think you just want to crush on the new governor." His brows raised in jealousy. "What do you mean?" I tried laughing it off but held my cheeks and looked into my eyes- "I want babies."

"What?" I was stunned. It was the first time in the past five months of our marriage that he made such a request. Garrett never wanted another child; he was happy we had Egan and thought he was enough for us, but for the first time, he suggested it, and that was how I got distracted and never learned about the new governor.

'Was it a trick? Did he trick me?' I could feel the muscles of my heart tightening further. Every grip almost ripped me apart. I swung the sheets from my body as I ran out of the hospital. I didn't know where to go, and I just kept running until I was out of the hospital. I could hear my mother's voice calling me, but I wanted to stay alone.

The traffic light turned green, so I thought. And without a second glance, I ran into the road, but then- "What is your problem woman?" A man screamed at me, almost running me over with his car and instantly my knees crumbles making me fell butt flat on the ground. My knees were quivering, as I turned around, the traffic light was red and suddenly, the only thing I could hear was the horns of cars waiting for me to leave the road but I was glued to a spot.

My gaze slowly lifted at the car right in front of me. Others kept beeping their cars at me but not this one. I looked at the windscreen with pleading eyes, and immediately our eyes met, I recognized him. "Kylian." Egan's father. Suddenly the past seven years flickered before my eyes. A past that I buried deep in my heart. I could feel the cold stream of tears, trickling down my cheeks, it was just as cold as it was seven years ago, when I gave Kylian up for money.

The darkness in his eyes that day still crept my body, crushing my soul every time I recalled that moment. I never had the opportunity to tell him I was pregnant. The car door opened breaking me out of my woolgathering of thoughts. A thick, detailed black-leather shoe touched the ground. The brown pants dangling just right above his shoe. When my eyes met his, I felt goosebumps over my body and the muscles of my bottleneck tightened.

"Reina!" He scoffed. There was an imposing distance and iciness in his cold but charming dark eyes. He looked emotionless, like one that has been in the army. I fixed my gaze on him as he bent on his knees- "You still aren't doing well? Where did all the money and arrogance go? The one you sold me for?"