Chapter 4 The Caught

Although Patrick was against her going, Rose wanted to speak to her father. They might be on adverse terms, but she doesn't want to deprive him of the right to know about her children.

"But Rose, that man treated you like trash! He chose his fake family over you, his true daughter; he never knew when you were hurting, and he never cared if you were truly happy. "I do not want my child to grow up with such a man around; that is my first child; I will not corrupt his mind by allowing him to meet your father; I am sorry, Rose," he thundered.

"Everything that was done to me was done to me, not to my child, and I will not allow him to treat my child that way; I just... It's just that my mother is no more; of all people, she would be the person I want to share this news with, but she is not here, so allow me to share it with my father; he is the only parent I have left." Rose muttered, tears filling her eyes as she tried to make Patrick understand where she was coming from.

"That man disowned you!" He exploded

"But Patrick," she muffled.

"I said no! You will not go to see that family of yours, and that is final!" Patrick said it angrily and left.

Rose was awed; she had never seen Patrick that way before; he had always been so sweet and gentle with her. She was the opposite of him; although she treated him sweetly and gently, she was frequently a roller coaster of moods and emotions. But the anger and detest in Patrick's eyes were beyond anything she could imagine.

Her brows furrowed as she gazed at him in awe.

Even if Patrick was against it, Rose was still going to visit her father.

The following morning, as soon as Patrick left the house, Rose took her leave as well. She had called her office earlier that morning to say that she was taking sick leave, which was granted as they knew how she exerted herself into her work, and since her arrival, all projects had been directed to their firm. She was like their lucky charm.

It was a Wednesday, and Rose knew her father would be at his private villa, so she went there, arriving at the gate. The security was tighter than normal, and since June Dom, her father had disowned her, he cut her off from the family.

"Please, I just need a moment with him," she pleaded to the guards.

They've known Rose for the longest and knew she was kind and didn't deserve to be treated that way. The two guards resolved in their hearts to help Rose.

"If the boss is against your arrival..." She cuts them off before they can finish.

"I'll tell him I sneaked in; he knows I know this place like the back of my hand. I will make sure none of you are dragged in the way." She assured them.

They made way for her, and she went ahead to meet her father. He was in his music room, which had a full-length glass window with a view of the sea.

Rose took a deep breath and yanked the door open.

June Dom turned around to see his first daughter; his lips parted as he gazed at her.

Rose could not hold back her tears. It's been just a year, but she truly and deeply missed him. She wanted so much to hug him so tight, but she had to hold back due to the difference they had. He might not be happy to see her, but what father would not be happy to see his first child who was made out of love?

"Father," she muffled.

"Rose!" he cried, rushing towards her and pulling her into his arms. "Oh, my poor baby, I missed you so much," he admitted as tears rolled down his cheek while holding her so tight that she could almost breathe.

"Father, I can't breathe," she mumbled. He let go instantly, and they both laughed. Rose and her father sat and watched the sea. "I am deeply sorry." He apologized

"Father," she muttered, awed by his apology.

"I said some bad things to you, and you were also right; I treated you like a plague, and I am deeply sorry, but I had a reason for that," he muttered. He had a locket necklace that had a picture in it. He removed it and gave it to Rose.

"What is this?" Rose asked

"Open it," he said to her.

Rose opened it, and her eyes widened, almost popping out of her eyes. It was a picture of her, except it was really old, more like before she was even born.

"This is...

"Your mother," Chris interrupted her.

"I look so much like her," Rose muffled.

"Yes, my dear, As you grew, every bit of you replicated your mother. When I looked at you, it felt as if I were looking at Floral, your mother. It broke me beyond repair. I could not take it. I could not stand it, so I pulled away from you. Even though I knew Sandy and Louisa were treating you badly, I turned my back. I wanted to caution them and let you know you do not deserve such treatment, but each time I just see you, I can't bring myself to... Please forgive me, honey; I am deeply sorry." He apologized.

Rose could not believe her ears. "You knew all about Louisa and Sandy?" she asked.

He laughed, "I have CCTV all over the house; do you really think I would not have caught them? Once I gather enough evidence against Louisa, I will fire her and divorce her, and then you and your husband can return to the city and live a life that your mother and I could not live," he said to her.

She hugged him. "Thank you, Father." She cheered

"Why did you come over to visit?" he asked curiously.

"Oh... About that... I wanted to let you know that you should be expecting your first grandchild in about eight months and a week." she muffled

"I am going to be a grandfather!" He cheered, hugging Rose tightly. June Dom was beyond happy; he was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Rose; you have no idea how happy you've made your old man," he whimpered as tears rolled down his cheeks repeatedly.

He pleaded, "I need you and your husband to return to the city as soon as you organize your affairs; I need you to return to the company so I can get your husband a suitable job in the management department; I want the two of you near me, please."

Rose was happy; she could not wait to get home and deliver the good news to her husband.

As she got out of her Uber, she noticed a familiar black Benz car parked next to the one she had just bought her husband.

"Does Patrick have a business member in the house? Whose car is this?" She pondered.

She used the keys and got into the house. She expected to see Patrick in the living room with his visitor, but there was no one.

"Huh?" She muffled

She picked up her phone to call him. It rang, and it was lying on the floor with his shirt on it.

Her brows furrowed, confusion latched on her face, and she made her way to the stairs and found a silver-expensive Chanel heel.

"Whose shoe is this?" She pondered

As she got closer to her room, Rose halted, and she heard sounds she wasn't sure she should be hearing. She paused and looked around, ensuring she had not entered the wrong house.

"I am in the right house, she wondered. Why am I hearing moaning sounds coming out of my bedroom?" She mumbled

Her heart thumped fast as the thought of Patrick cheating hit her, but she brushed it off and went ahead to open the door.

She heard panting and screaming, but what drove her crazy was the voice; it sounded so familiar. She placed her hand on the doorknob and yanked it open.

Her lips parted.

Patrick and Sandy were having a moment on her matrimonial bed. They jolted out of bed, seeing Rose stand by the door with her eyes widening, completely stunned.

"Sandy?" Her eyes widened.