Diya
The pain was gone in the same second it came as the sound of the baby crying could be heard in the room. I was tired and sweaty, but I was the happiest woman in the whole wide world. I was looking at the little bundle as my heart swelled ten times over. Even the way he was in my arms, I could see Ace. The same light green eyes fluttered.
“Hello, baby. I’m your mommy,” I cooed at him.
The baby fell silent and relaxed in my arms. My entire world changed at that moment. I never knew love would expand to this. Tears filled my eyes as I wondered for a second how my mother would leave me after experiencing all of this joy.
“Let’s get him cleaned up,” Bertha said, extending her hands.
“One more minute,” I responded, looking at my son as he made
Diya Five years ago, Ace has done so much for me, and I felt like I had nothing to offer. His grandfather had welcomed me like his own. I was happy with the man I was falling in love with. It made my heart pound just thinking of the feelings I have for him. I was lucky to be with a man like him. The heavens were smiling at me for the precious man he gave me. "Hey!" Ace smiled, I grinned "You came?" I said, shifting my feet. "Of course." he smiled more. My heart was warm. Ace was not angry, frowning or glaring anymore. He was always smiling, just as much as me. It was adorable. "So," I clamped my hands, "I have a few places to show you and then we can go to the church after." "Lead the way," he laced his hands on mine. "Okay," I squeezed his hand, "I have only gone to a few places around the church. There is an old age home. The park and the church and that all," I pouted.
Diya My mind is screaming at me. Diya, what have you gotten yourself into? I was following a stranger as we walked in silence. I was glad it was not a long walk, considering the running and walking I had done since Thomas left me. I was surprised when we arrived at the house after a few minutes and walked into the lushest home ever. The house was immense, with a view of the sea. It was modern and well maintained. I was still cautious about him and was still trying to figure him out before he spoke. “This is not my house, if you are wondering,” he smiled. “No. No,” I shook my head, “I wasn’t thinking that.” “Okay,” he nodded, “This is
Diya Two years later, It’s Theo’s birthday today. Yet another year has gone by and I still haven’t seen my son or heard from my husband. It feels like I have given up on my son a long time ago, but not a day goes by that I don’t think or dream of him. I missed a lot of things with him and my heart refused to heal. I have found a way during all these years to stop loving Ace. The love I once had for him was replaced with so much hate and remorse. I hate that man with a passion, and I wish him the worst death known to man. I hope he suffers, in the same manner, tenfold for ripping my boy from me. He didn’t deserve me, and he certainly doesn’t deserve the child we conceived together. I wish and pray he gets to feel the yearning I have experienced without Theo. I wiped tears from my face as I have done for the pas
Diya Two years ago, I showed Ace around after spontaneously confessing our love and getting engaged. Something shifted, and I felt love. I saw Sister Josephine and Ruby after and now we were back in Port Elizabeth. This was my home and soon I was going to be a wife. "You know you haven't let go of my hand even when we were at the church." "Oh," I pulled my hand away from his. "I'm not complaining," He grabbed my hand back, "It shows that you are comfortable with me and I love you more for it." "I feel very safe with you and I can't wait to marry you soon." I grinned. "How soon is too soon?" he kissed my hand. "I don't know. I haven't done this before and don't know where to start." "If you were to have a perfect wedding. What would it look like?" he asked, looking at me. "I would love to have it at St Mary's. Something cozy and light. I want to feel like a princess and y
Diya “You have no idea how worried I have been,” Ace sighed. I sat up as he reached out to cup my face. He looked sincere, but I squatted his hand away as he creased his forehead looking at me. “Don’t touch me. You have no right.” I glared at him. “Diya,” he said with a sigh, “What are you even doing here?” “Oh please,” I said, getting up from the bed, “As if you don’t know. Don’t act as if you care now.” “What are you talking about?” he asked, getting up to face me. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I shouted, nearing him, “Why are you asking me such a stupid question after everything you have done?” “Dee,” he
Ace “Is this some kind of joke?” I asked as I unloaded the gun, placing it on the table. I looked at Diya again. “Do I look like I’m joking? Theo is my son too, and I have a right to see him.” “What do you mean, you have a right to see him?” “Seriously?” she looked frustrated as she rubbed her bruised neck. “This means nothing to me. Anything else you do to me now won’t be worse than you taking our son for yourself,” she said, wiping the tears from her face. “Where is he?” she crossed her arms. “What do you mean, where is he? You ran away from me, remember?” I paused, shaking my head, “You left me,” I said, looking frustrated. Ever since Diya left me almost three years ago, I have been searching
Diya I stopped listening to Ace a long time ago as I was trying to process everything he had told me after I watched the video of someone posing to be me holding my son. All these years of hating on Ace thinking he had taken my baby from me was all a lie. Someone had gone to great lengths to separate us and take our child. As I sat, I didn't know what to think. I didn’t know what was worse; me seeing him for only a moment or Ace never getting a moment. I couldn’t believe that all this time Thomas and everyone else had lied to me. They pretended to care for me while I was pregnant only so they could keep our son. “Diya,” Ace said, but I ignored him. “Dee,” he shook me, and I looked at him. “Show me the video again,” I said. “Look,” he said, re
Ace I was wrong all this time, and I had ruined everything good in my life. Diya has changed a lot, and most of it had to do with the pain we shared. Our son was not with one of us and whoever had him caused Diya and me a great ordeal. I have never felt this feeling before because it hit me hard. I had a son I had never seen. I missed a lot of chances with him. I never dreamed of something like this happening to me. I had used all the money and power I had to search for my wife and son everywhere. Every day I felt a void in me. I was hollow. I had grown to hate my wife for nothing, but deep down, I love her. All this time, I had been played by someone crafty, and they were going to know just how cruel I can be. I was trying to sip something strong to clear out everything, especially trying to kill my wife. I swirled the glass as I sta