2025-10-08 23:03:27“You didn’t sign the papers the last time. Come and sign them this morning.”
That was the text Andrew received from Bella after four days of silence and ignoring his calls.
It was also Anna’s birthday, he took that as the universe giving him another opportunity to resolve things with his family.
He wasn't certain that his wife had slept with the Jacob his daughter was talking about, but he was willing to fix things regardless.
He could not imagine living without them.
Bella’s text was like a subtle way of asking him to spend the day with them because she felt bad about the last time.
He dressed up and went into the nearest children's store, he bought items for his daughter and asked them to wrap it up in a gift bag.
Since he was yet to retrieve any of the cars this company had given to him, he took a cab to the house.
When he arrived he heard loud music with little children’s screams coming from the house.
He doubted he was at the right place.
It was his daughter’s birthday, his wife threw a huge party for her and she didn't mention it to him. This made him feel so stupid that she had done that behind his back.
He had been calling her to ask about planning the birthday party but she ignored him, only for him to arrive at this.
He entered the empty house and followed the music to the backyard where the party was going on. He saw his wife, daughter and a strange man taking photos together.
Bella was wearing a matching top with the man’s; both had an inscription, “Anna’s Ride or Die.”
All the gift bags he was carrying fell from his hand at the same time as his heart dropped. This brought everyone’s attention to him.
“What are you doing here?” Anna screamed.
It was as if she hated him more than she did the last time she last saw.
Who had his daughter turned it into?
He wondered why his sweet little girl that used to sleep in his arms changed so much.
He bent down to match her height. "Sweetheart, I am here for you. Happy Birthday.”
“You have made me sad! Leave! I don’t want you to come back. I hate your face. You are so ugly!”
“But I came with a lot of gifts for you, everything you especially love.”
She looked indifferent. She reached out for the bags, she ripped one open; it contained a few tops.
His heart nearly melted thinking she loved them but Anna brought out the tops and began tearing them apart one after the other.”
“Anna!” Andrew called with so much hurt in his voice.
He wondered what Jacob had over him, compared to him, he was smaller in build. Andrew had gained a larger build over time while training at the agency.
And if his face didn’t have the scar he earned from saving his wife and his daughter in a car accident.
“I asked you to leave. Why are you still here? I don’t want you here. Go!” She screamed, and Jacob came to pick her up.
Bella looked furious
She whispered to Jacob to keep the party going while she motioned to Andrew to follow her.
“I clearly asked you to come, sign the papers and leave; so as not to aggravate Anna.” Bella yelled in his face.
“Why are you hell-bent on pushing me away, Bella? I don't understand why you and Anna hate me so much but I am willing to go the extra mile to fix things,”
“The only thing that will fix this is you going extra miles away from us. We do not want you around.” she barked at him.
“Bella, please. I would do anything to make things right for us. I don't want to watch Anna grow from afar.”
“You do not need to watch her grow at all. Go and set up your new family. We do not want you.”
“Starting a family is not like setting up a TV console and I have always seen myself spending forever with the two of you.”
“Look, I have been holding back, but I will be frank with you. I get married to Jacob; we have a baby on the way. He will be there as Anna’s father always and forever. She loves him so much.”
Andrew’s heart stopped. Nothing could have prepared him to hear that from her.
“Make peace with this." She paused and whispered. “and let us go.”
Andrew sniffed, holding his tears, “How do you want me to let you go just like this? If you wanted another baby, all you had to do was invite me into your bed, then we could have another..”
“The problem is you, Andrew, We do not want you. I do not want to have another baby with a man that can barely provide for one kid. Anna doesn’t need an absent dad with a low income bracket.”
“So this all boils down to money, right?”
“I don’t want things to get messy, that is why I keep asking to settle this calmly and silently. But since you have refused to resolve this quietly with me, I am willing to drag this to court.”
“I have the video recordings of how Anna has been recreating around you, I will present that and she will be mine.”
He wanted to tell her he had made enough money for them and they never had to worry about going broke but her words pushed his words down his throat.
“If you want to save face, sign these papers and let’s not take this to the public. This is the last act of love you can do for Anna as her father.”
Her face was so cold to him, if she had just smiled at him the way she was smiling while she was taking pictures early, maybe he would have been able to let go easily.
She brought out the papers and handed them over to him.
Andrew knew that this was the last stop, there was no use trying to go further fixing things.
Her words rang his mind, she had a baby coming with Jacob and she wanted to marry
Bella and Anna, his girls, didn’t want him. He didn’t work tirelessly for months only to be rewarded this way.
He had lost them.
He signed the papers and walked out of the house with tears in his eyes, grieving the loss of his family.
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