Judas kiss novel Chapter 51

Della came back home with a frown on her face, once again-

Jeanine had insulted throughout the wedding preparations and she couldn't take it anymore. She was ready to pack her bags and leave. Jeanine told her once that she would make Della's life hell if she didn't leave her son alone. Della cried in the bathroom of the bridal boutique. She didn't want a life like this, she would just rather not. Jeanine kept talking about the influx of immigrants and how they were ruining the United States of America. She wasn't even a US citizen herself. She obviously did it to spite Della amongst her good overweening friends.

"Gloria, these Mexicans are just everywhere.. even in my sons bed." Jeanine had said while Della was in the dressing room.

"Della looks Caucasian.. I never even thought she was one of them." Gloria replied.

"How can you not? Her inadequate English even her speech is diluted but what can we do since that's what Andre wants.. street trash."

Della had even stopped putting on her dress just to listen as they insulted her. It wasn't the first time. She knew Jeanine never liked her but she assumed maybe she would at least give her a chance before judging her.

"Andre doesn't know what he wants.. surely he wants to see how it feels like to be with a poor girl beforehand.." Jeanine added.

"It's easy maintenance darling, if Andre bought her a $20 ring she would even jump for joy.." Gloria laughed with Jeanine.

"She isn't worth spending hundreds of thousands on, I'm actually mad that he gave a budget for half a million for this ridiculous wedding. She doesn't even have class, she told me she wanted to wear her grandmothers hideous dress.." Jeanine crunched her face with disgust. "Worthless."

"It's good you're here to help her, this would be an embarrassing scene for the Levetté's."

Della had kept quiet as she pretended as if she had not heard any of their judgement. She was hurt. As soon as she got home, she immediately started packing her belongings.. this wasn't her place and maybe they were right Andre deserved better. After packing she decided, she wouldn't just leave-

She would leave him a note with an explanation.

She didn't know what to tell him but she knew he deserved an explanation. She was glad she had not yet been intimate with him. There would be no way she was pregnant, there would be no way. She was afraid and a bit ashamed. She did things with Andre and just maybe she wasn't a virgin anymore. It stressed her. Whenever they went too far, she would tell him it's painful; being the wimp that she is.. she always backed out. She was afraid that just because Andre had not entered her fully, it didn't mean he had not already broke her hymen. Andre was always sweet and comforting, he always put her first even though he really needed it and if he was another uncultured male he wouldn't have stopped at her request. In any matter she knew she had to back out before there was a child, before they were in too deep.

"What are you doing?" A deep husky voice startled her making her drop her pen. She looked back only to see Andre's concerned face. Her diamond engagement ring laid on his bed side along with the paper where she been trying to scribble an explanation.

"Andre..." She fell speechless. "This isn't working.."

"What do you mean it's not working?" He questioned, clearly confused with why she had her suitcases packed and her ring removed. "Did I do something wrong?"

She quickly shook her head.

"This just isn't working.."

She knew she was a coward, leaving because her mother in law was being a bitch at her. She knew many women went through it and they endured it for love sake Della didn't feel like she would be able to take the daily insults anymore. She had tried but she couldn't take it anymore maybe they were right.. Andre did deserve so much better.

"What did my mother do again?" He asked softly.

"I'm not worth it Andre. You could do so much better.."

"No, You're worth it and I hate that you don't realize it. I want you and I don't care."

"Stop being stubborn Andre.." She sighed.

"I'm going to marry you Adela and there's no one absolutely no one who will change my mind.." That was the moment he took the engagement ring and slipped it on her finger once again. "I will marry you even if I have to force you to the pulpit.." Della blushed. He hugged her with no intention of letting her go. She hated herself for actually thinking she would stop loving him.

Because even till this day, she had a seven year old child with him and she still loved him. She felt stupid for always trying to convince her heart, soul and body that she could get over Andre.

Andre had been very busy. Unfortunately he couldn't come see Della as much as he wanted to. He had to do an inspection at the New York Container terminal. Their wine company was one of the best and the oldest aiming back to his great great grandfather who bought a farm just outside of Massachusetts. It grew bigger and bigger and now they were the biggest wine makers in the East coast with main offices in New York and the manufacturing factories in Massachusetts closer to the grape farm. They did shipping almost every other day. The company had their own container cargos labeled Levetté, and they would just sign it off for shipping after inspection. He hardly did inspection because the supervisor did but once per month he had to check in everything.

"Mr. Levetté.." the supervisor seemed surprised at his visit. His personal assistant Norah was present as well. Fernando Cardenas was one of the supervisors who checked in all the container cargos before they shipped off. Mrs. Levetté has spoken to him after she made a deal with Garreth about exchanging the wine and putting something else into the container cargos. Initially the containers would be filled with ammunition's and drugs but right on top would be bottles of wine hiding everything.