Judas kiss novel Chapter 82

Lyle had been crying.

"He will be fine, don't worry about him." Marcela assured her daughter as she took small steps with her crutches on either side of her armpits. She had improved over the past month, she wasn't fully disabled. Her body had just forgotten how normal functions used to work and it just needed a little reminding of everyday routines.

"I feel horrible." Della said softly.

"You and Andre can't take care of him forever, he needs to eventually come home. I'm really glad Gerald and I settled things.." Marcela said taking a seat in their lavish living room.

"You did?" Della questioned, clearly surprised.

"Yes, he said Lyle could stay with Garreth and I then weekends would be his."

"Wow that's great, I thought he was an unreasonable person."

"Gerald is a great man, I just ruined him.. like everything else that I touch." Marcela said a little sad. Della didn't want to say anything because it was true and she wouldn't lie to her. It was great that they were on speaking terms.

"So are you ready to go to France?" She changed the subject.

Della smiled widely laying her right hand on her belly bump.

"Yes, a little nervous.."

"Why?"

"I don't know, Andre doesn't want us to stay in a hotel. He wants us to stay in their family home with his father and brother. I just feel nervous—"

"But you know them... what's the big deal?" Marcela shrugged.

"I guess, I'm just anxious."

"Everything will be okay, have fun. Don't worry about Lyle."

"I feel bad because Andre and I promised him that he would come with us. That was before we knew that he didn't have a passport and that may take a while. I will make it up to him.." She sighed. "Hopefully.."

"He is just being a brat, don't mind him."

"Marcela!" Della warned. "You need to start being considerate about his feelings. You need to stop putting everything aside just so you don't have to deal with it. If he is crying be there for him, don't just say.. he will be fine."

"Hilarious, my own daughter teaching me how to be a mother—" Marcela jokes but then looked to see that her daughter didn't seem amused.

"I was only joking... wow don't you have a sense of humor or your pregnancy is to blame.." Marcela uncomfortably laughed.

Della breathed in and out before replying.

"Just treat Lyle well, I already spoke to Garreth and I know he is great with kids especially Leo. Your job will be minimum."

"You think I can't take care of my own son?"

"Just don't feed him noodles on a daily.." Della retorted standing up to leave.

"Della, I'm trying for us to bond." Marcela sighed. "Come tell me about any pregnancy problems you have been having.."

"Nothing, I'm fine." Della replied quickly. "I actually needed that with Leo's pregnancy not now. I don't hate you or anything like that but you can't just expect everything to be peach perfect."

"Oh..." She paused. "Where is Leo?"

"With his grandmother—" Della replied.

"Adela! You really let the woman who sabotaged your marriage to be near your son? She is capable of poisoning him."

"She has changed unlike someone, I know.. Jeanine was invited to a kids pageant as a surprise judge. She wanted to take Leo with her and I don't think there anything wrong with that. They have became really close.."

Marcela nodded with disgust.

"So when will I also get to hang out with him? Or is it because I'm not rich like her?"

"Not everything is about money Marcela! You can't even take care of your own son, I can't trust you around mine. Besides don't act like you ever cared about him."

"For fucksake why are you so bitter?"

Della knew this conversation would end in a heated argument.

"You're insensitive and—" she paused, it wasn't worth it. "You know what, it doesn't matter."

When Della had managed to stand up, Marcela was quick to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I really sorry. I'm trying... okay?"!

"I really don't think you and I will ever have any type of relationship but it's okay. My life wouldn't make any difference, with you or without you."

With that Della left her my beyond flabbergasted. She was shocked, Della was now unapologetically mean to her. She didn't hold back from telling Marcela exactly how she felt.?

-

When Della got home, Albane had informed her that she had a guest. She immediately thought it was Mila or Amber. She really wasn't expecting anyone else.

"You didn't just think, I would disappear right?"

Della seemed bewildered.

"I don't even know you!"

"Oh, don't pretend you don't know me!" The woman sneered at Della who was just a few meters away from her. Della still seemed confused..

"I honestly don't."

"Just because you gave Andre a grown ass child and now you're here again like a reserved baby making machine... it doesn't mean he will stay with you forever."

That's when it dawned onto Della that this was obviously about Andre. Was this one of the women whom he had previously interacted with sexually during their divorce? She was pretty, she had beautiful caramel brown skin and a bouncy curly fro. Della really didn't want to have any sort of altercation or war of words with her. The woman let her eyes roam towards Della's hand where Andre's ring laid. She immediately seemed infuriated.

"I just don't understand why he would want someone like you?!"

"Andre isn't here but I'm sure you know where to find him—" Della replied calmly.

"Of course I know where Andre is, I'm here to talk to you. I'm just disgusted with your lack of self dignity. Why would you take him back? After everything he did. You have no self respect what so ever! I get it, you were probably tired of living in poverty with your son right? Well let me tell you something. Andre will get bored of you and when he does, he will call me to his office for a good fuck while you play house wife and take care of your playground of kids."

If Della said the words she threw at her weren't hurtful then she would be lying but she somehow managed to compose herself even though her insecurities told her there was some truth in this. She didn't want to let it bother her.

Albane immediately interrupted.

"Ma'am, I think you should leave. Marta should not have let you in—"

"What? You can't kick me out? We aren't even done talking.. right Adela? The daughter of a prostitute!"

This made Della feel awful but she still didn't say anything. She felt never wanted to say things that she might regret later. Stress would be good for the babies. She wouldn't waste her time yelling back at a stranger who didn't add value in her life.

"Andre doesn't love you, he is just infatuated by the fact that he could never have you." She chuckled as Albane forcefully escorted her out. "He loves a good challenge, you know that too well. Especially in the bedroom!" She yelled.

When Albane had escorted the woman out, he returned with a glass of water and handed it to Della. "Don't mind her, she is delusional." He said softly.