Chapter 90 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

‘So don’t tell me you miss me or that you want me. All you’ve wanted was for me to die!’

Bang!

The doors of the private room were kicked open.

After hearing about it, Nevaeh had sped over to find Kendrick hugging Niamh in his arms. Furious, she ran over and took one of the many red wine bottles lying around.

“Vera Quinn, you b*tch! I’m going to kill you!”

Nevaeh ran toward them like a madwoman, completely forgetting about her gentle and kind persona in front of Kendrick.

She raised the bottle and aimed it at Niamh’s face.

In the nick of time, Kendrick raised a hand to stop Nevaeh.

He pulled Niamh behind him. Intoxicated as he may have seemed a moment ago, Kendrick now glared at Nevaeh with displeasure, completely sober.

“What are you doing?”

Seeing Kendrick protect Niamh had Nevaeh struggling to keep her anger in check. However, she also knew that tears and acting weak were the only things she could do in this situation.

“I didn’t actually want to hit her, Kendrick. I just don’t want to see this woman always with you.” She complained hurtfully, placing the bottle back down.

“Can’t you tell, Kendrick? She even did plastic surgery to look like Niamh so that she can attract your attention. Kendrick, don’t be fooled by this woman.”

Kendrick turned to look at Niamh’s flawless skin at the words ‘plastic surgery’.

Niamh, however, merely smiled. “I had no idea that Miss Montgomery and the future Mrs. Waldburg could speak in such an irresponsible manner. My appearance is a gift from my parents. Who are you to accuse me of plastic surgery? And even if I had done plastic surgery, pray tell why I would turn myself into a dead woman?”

The words ‘dead woman’ pierced into Kendrick’s heart.

Any remaining sign of drunkenness had immediately vanished. The pain of losing Niamh and the woman who loved him the most woke him up.

Niamh brushed past Kendrick to stand in front of Nevaeh. “If you have time to throw a tantrum, Miss Delgado, I suggest you use it to think about why I was the first person your fiancé called when he was drunk instead of you, his fiancée.”

“You…”

“Please refrain from contacting me again, Mr. Waldburg. We wouldn’t want this soulmate of yours feeling jealous, now would we?”

With that, Niamh turned and left.

Grinding her teeth together, Nevaeh glared at Niamh’s retreating figure before turning around to reach for Kendrick with a pitiful look in her eyes.

“Let’s go home, Kendrick. That woman’s not worth ruining our relationship over.”

She tried to persuade him, but Kendrick had chosen to evade her outreached arm.

He lifted his eyes to stare at her, displeasure swimming in the deep gaze. “How did you know I’d be here?”

Something flashed in Nevaeh’s eyes. There was no way she would tell him that she had her own people spying him. “I didn’t know you were here, Kendrick. All I knew was that I was worried because I didn’t know where you were. I came here to try my luck, but I didn’t expect to see you and that Vera Quinn…”

She explained as tears of hurt fell cooperatively from her eyes.

“I don’t want another woman to come between us again, Kendrick…”

All Kendrick could think of was Niamh’s face when he looked at Nevaeh’s tearful eyes.

He realized that the moment Niamh had taken root in his heart, any other woman had become the mistress—including Nevaeh.

Kendrick returned to the villa with Nevaeh following behind.

Nevaeh did not like the villa at all. Sure, it was luxurious and beautiful, but it was also filled with traces of Niamh. Niamh’s death did not change the fact that Nevaeh still hated her.

Oh, how she wished that Kendrick would build a new one in commemoration of their marriage. Yet three years had passed and she had not received even a single bracelet from him, let alone a new villa.

Kendrick made a beeline for his bedroom the moment he returned to the villa.

Nevaeh wanted to follow after him, but Kendrick stopped her outside. “I’m tired. Go back.”

“Let me spend the night with you, Kendrick. It’s been so many years. You must know how I feel about you by now. You used to tell me I’m the most perfect girl you’ve seen.”

Nevaeh stared at Kendrick suggestively, reminding him of a memory he held dear. Knowing that Kendrick had drunk tonight, she hoped that the alcohol would help him lose some of the logic holding him back.

Kendrick hesitated, and Nevaeh took the opportunity to reach for his hand.

“Don’t you want to go back, Ken? Back to how happy we used to be together?”

“Dad.”

Just when Nevaeh was so close to persuading Kendrick to allow her into his room, the voice she hated rang out.

Embers of anger licked within her, but to be with Kendrick, she had no other choice than to play the part of a dignified and loving mother. Turning her head, she smiled lightly at Jackson.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet, Jack? It’s late.”

Jackson’s eyes quickly flitted away upon seeing Nevaeh’s smile.

“I need Dad to sign something.”

Nevaeh smiled warmly as the workbook in Jackson’s hands caught her eyes. “How about I sign it instead?”

Jackson pinched the corner of his workbook and turned to look expectantly at Kendrick.

“Just let your mom sign it instead. Don’t go to bed too late.” Then, Kendrick closed his room door.

Staring at the closed door, all the light in Jackson’s eyes was replaced with unknown fear and darkness.

Turning around, he walked quickly to his own room.

Rejected by the door, Nevaeh immediately dropped the smile on her face.

Extremely displeased, she marched into Jackson’s room. She kicked the door open right as he was about to close it.

The word ‘Mom’ was on the tip of Jackson’s tongue, yet he dared not call Nevaeh that at all.

“What’s wrong, Jack? I’m your mother. Why do you always look so sad every time you see me?”

She approached with a smile, only for her expression to shift drastically the next second. Almost as if she was a demon who had torn off a kind mask, there was nothing but ugly underneath.

“Of all the times, why did you just have to appear at that moment? All you know is to ruin my plans! Do you think I’d have kept you alive had it not been for the fact that you were useful? Every time I see you I hate you even more!” Nevaeh roared without restraint.

Running around her, Jackson hid in the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

Nevaeh ran after him to the door, continuing her round of verbal attacks that sounded downright horrible.

She did not have an ounce of like for Jackson. If anything, all she felt was deep hatred! Just like how she hated Niamh before!

Even if Jackson was the cause of her many benefits.

Sure, everyone would think that Jackson’s eyes and brows were a replica of Kendrick’s, but Nevaeh could not help but feel that Jackson was slowly growing to resemble Niamh.

He was Niamh and Kendrick’s son, after all!

It made sense for a son to resemble his mother!

What nobody knew was how she had tortured Jackson behind everyone’s backs. Jackson was five, yet he did not have the energetic and bubbly personality fit for a child his age.

At that moment, Jackson was squatting in the corner with his eyes shut tight and his small hands covering his ears. He was shielding himself from Nevaeh’s scoldings.

‘Why is my mother so different from everyone else’s? Why…

‘Shouldn’t mothers love their child the most?’

His mind was filled with question marks as his long curly lashes sat heavily on his eyes from tears he had unknowingly begun to shed.

Returning to the apartment, Niamh took a cold shower.

She did not want to be swayed by Kendrick again just because he had called her ‘Niamh’.

Walking to her bed, her resolve for revenge strengthened as she stared at the calmly sleeping child.

Lillian would have a sister had it not been for Kendrick and Nevaeh.

Niamh’s fist tightened. She vowed to avenge herself and her late child no matter what.

The following evening, Niamh arrived at the kindergarten to pick Lillian up from school as usual. Traffic was horrible due to the rain and she was half an hour late.

Most kids had already been fetched when she arrived, leaving Lillian and another boy at the guardhouse.

After walking closer, Niamh realized that the boy was no other than Jackson Waldburg.

Seeing Niamh, Lillian ran toward her excitedly. “Mommy! Hugs!”

Staring at the adorable and innocent girl, Niamh scooped Lily into her arms to plant a loving kiss on her cheeks.

Jackson felt a swell of emotions bubbling within him as he set his eyes on Niamh’s face from the side.

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