The Forgotten Grandson

Chapter 1

Damien Delaney walked into his small house after a long day at the factory. His back hurt and his feet ached. He carried a heavy bag of groceries into the kitchen and set it on the counter with a tired sigh.

He took out his phone and checked it again. Still no message from Courtney. Not one text. Not one call.

They had fought that morning. She wanted another vacation. A nice one, the kind with hotels by the beach and fancy dinners. He told her the truth. They could not afford it. Not this month. Not with the bills they still had to pay. That made her angry. She had been angry a lot lately.

If it was not a vacation, it was a new necklace. Or shoes that cost more money than he made in two weeks. The worst part was that she earned a lot more than he did. Her family company paid her well. She could buy those things herself if she really wanted them. But she still came home and made him feel small for not being able to give them to her.

Damien loved her anyway. He always had. So tonight he decided to do something kind. It was her birthday. He would cook her favorite meal — steak and fries. Simple food, but she used to love it when they were younger.

He cooked everything carefully. The steak was ready. The fries were hot. The table was set for two. All that was missing was her.

He looked at his phone one more time. Nothing.

Just as he was about to call her, the screen lit up. It was Alison. Courtney’s cousin. Damien did not like Alison. She never liked him either.

He answered. “Hello, Alison.”

“Don’t use that soft voice with me,” she said. Her words sounded thick, like she had been drinking. “I’m doing you a favour, so listen good.”

Damien stayed quiet.

“The family wanted to keep it a surprise, but I can’t hold it in anymore.” She laughed in a mean way. “Courtney finally woke up. She’s with a better man now. A rich one. He’s treating all of us to dinner at Dame’s Court right this minute. What did you ever give this family, Damien? You even wanted her to take your last name. What a joke.”

Damien hung up without saying another word.

His hands were shaking. He stood in the kitchen staring at the food he had cooked. The steak was still warm. The fries were getting cold. None of it mattered now.

He told himself Alison could be lying. She liked to hurt him. She always had. But he had to see for himself. He could not sit here and wait.

He grabbed his keys and left the house still wearing his work clothes. The night air was cold. He drove faster than he should have. He kept telling himself it was a mistake. Courtney would never do this to him. Not after everything they had been through.

He remembered the first time he saw her. College. He was the poor orphan on a scholarship. Most girls looked past him or looked down on him. The rich kids at that school did not want someone who worked night jobs just to buy books. Courtney was different. She smiled at him. She sat with him. She listened when he talked. She made him feel like he was worth something.

They got married young. Her family never approved. They called him a gold digger. They said he was not good enough. Damien worked hard every day to prove them wrong. He thought love would be enough.

Tonight that hope was cracking.

Dame’s Court was the kind of place people like him only saw in pictures. Cars that cost more than houses lined the street. Bright lights. Men in suits. Women in expensive dresses.

Damien pulled up and stepped out. A valet looked at his old car and laughed.

“This isn’t the cheap bar down the road,” the man said. “Take that piece of junk somewhere else.”

The other valets joined in. They pointed and laughed like it was the funniest thing they had seen all night.

Damien did not care. “I need someone to park it. My wife is inside.”

“Your wife?” The valet snorted. “With a car like that? Move before I call someone to tow it.”

Damien left the car where it was and walked toward the entrance. The big bouncer stepped in front of him right away.

Inside, a woman at the front desk looked him up and down. Her eyes moved from his old shirt to his work pants. She did not try to hide the way she felt about what she saw.

“Do you have a reservation?” she asked.

“No. But my wife is here. I need to see her.”

She shook her head. “If you don’t have a reservation, you have to leave.”

“Just let me look. Please.”

The bouncer moved closer. “You heard her. Leave.”

Damien tried to step around him. The bouncer pushed him hard. Damien fell to the ground. His hands scraped against the clean floor. People nearby turned to look. Some whispered. Some smiled.

Then he heard a voice he knew too well.

“Well, look who showed up.”

Andy. Courtney’s half-brother. He walked out of the restaurant with the rest of the family behind him. They all looked clean and rich and happy. Andy had that same mean smile he always wore when Damien was around.

“It’s the peasant,” Andy said loud enough for everyone to hear. “What are you doing here, Damien? Come to beg?”

Damien pushed himself up. His face burned, but he kept his voice steady. “Where is Courtney?”

Andy laughed. “She’s inside with someone who can actually take care of her. Someone who doesn’t come home smelling like factory oil.”

The family stood there watching. Some of them looked amused. Others looked like they had been waiting for this moment for years.

Damien’s chest felt tight. He had cooked dinner for her. He had waited. He had hoped. Now he was on the ground outside the most expensive restaurant in the city while her family laughed at him.

He looked past them toward the glass doors, trying to see inside. Trying to catch even one glimpse of her.

All he saw was his own reflection — tired, dirty, and alone.