Kamille
The dark, gloomy clouds were the hallmark feature of London's weather.If anything else, that sent a cold chill down my spine, solidifying my split second decision to return to London, after seeing grandma's will in my mail. I was so shocked that I had suffered all of this isolation and mistreatment for years, when I was never supposed to.So, I made the life-changing decision to return to London with my kids, to deal with everyone who hurt me, and also find the stranger that had literally saved my life, and that of my kids. It was easy to make a few calls with my American friends, and next thing I knew, I was on a one-way flight with my kids.I had made living and transport reservations to get us settled in smoothly, but the pit of my stomach still churned with uneasiness.“Mommy, my coat!” Torin whined as we got off the plane after touch-down.“Let me help you.” Reon was at his side in a second, fixing up the buttons.“Thank you, Reon.” I patted his hair and pulled Tyris and Royer closer. That was when the clouds finally gave way to rain.Exclamations resounded around us, even if none seemed particularly surprised. London's weather had always been erratic, and experiencing this again brought a thick wave of nostalgia over me.“Okay, let's hurry to cover, can't let any of you catch a cold!” I ushered my kids forward, as we all ran for cover.After baggage claim, the rain was still pouring with vengeance outside, and didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon. It was so stressful walking around with luggages, and four kids trailing after me, with all the stares we were attracting. I was used to all the attention, after all, quadruplets were insanely rare to find.We were all just tired from the journey and the rain was making it worse. To make things even more worse, I couldn't find the ride I had booked.I adjusted my scarf and took one look at my babies, and immediately felt bad for putting them through all of this without as much as an explanation.I had just told them we were going to visit mommy's real city, and it would be fun. Fun, I could not guarantee, as I was here for messy and potentially dangerous matters, but my kids had to know their roots.“Alright, here's what we'll do.” I crouched down in front of them. “Mommy will go get us a nice, warm ride, and some pretty umbrellas, while you four stay put until I get back, okay?”I pointed to the security woman standing close by, “I'll ask her to watch over you, mommy won't take long, okay?”They slowly nodded. Straightening back up, we moved to the security, and I explained to her, and asked for her help in keeping an eye on the kids. She gave me a nod, and although I had expected a much more engaging response, I had to make do with that.“Okay, come sit here.” I plopped them up on the cold hard seats and adjusted their coats. I moved our luggages beside the seats and placed kisses on their foreheads.“I'll be right back, okay?”“I'll keep watch.” Reon said.I sighed, “Baby, don't worry. The security will do that, okay? Be a good boy and rest with your siblings, hm?”Pulling my coat closer, I turned and walked in the other direction. My steps were incredibly hurried, because I definitely did not want to spend any second longer than necessary away from my precious jewels.ZekeEven granite wasn't as stony as my expression as I ended the fucking call.It was my chauffeur. He had called to inform me that he was stuck in traffic miles away from the darn airport, and running late. I had just arrived, after a fucking ten-hour flight, and the last thing I needed was a damn delay, combined with one of London's insufferable rains.Cursing under my breath, I shoved my phone into my pocket and strode into the airport lounge. Half of my attention was on my surroundings, and the other half wondered if I could get a fucking Taxi.I hated Taxis.They were nearly always in bad condition, never to my taste, and sprayed with some sort of cheap fragrance. The heating was always slightly off for some reason as well, too high, or too low but never perfect. And not even the most expensive of them all could never come close to the comfort of my vehicles.Or maybe I was just an arrogant, spoiled jerk. Fuck, if I cared. Damn, I was starving as well. The shit served on the plane was inedible, and it was supposed to be a first-class service, for goodness's sakes. Only their champagne and sparkling water was satisfactory, got me wondering if I should sue them for the inconvenience.In the midsts of my musings, my peripheral vision snagged on something. I looked, and there, a few feet away, sat four little kids in colorful coats.Yeah, a bunch of kids in the airport. That was a pretty common sight, one would think. But this…wasn't a common sight.They were quadruplets, three boys and a girl. But the strangest reason i fucking froze in my tracks at the sight of them… was because the boys… looked like miniature versions of me. The resemblance was so uncanny, that it felt like I was looking into old childhood pictures of mine in three versions.I was already moving towards them before I thought any better of it. A strange man approaching little kids definitely didn't sound right. But that was the last thing on my mind as their bright blue eyes lifted to watch me approach.Eyes exactly the same shade of blue as mine.There was no adult around them who I could assume they were with, and they were too young to be sitting in such a large airport by themselves. So I lowered myself to the seat beside them, watching as they curiously took me in.“Where are your parents?” I asked gently, not wanting to scare them.“Our mommy will be right back. She went to get us umbrellas because of the rain.” One of the boys answered in a calm tone, not one bit fazed by my presence.Even so young, he had the demeanor of a leader and protector. I assumed he was the oldest. And he only mentioned his mother, meaning they were here with only one parent.Another one of the boys continued, “Our mommy is a weather forecaster, she only has to look at the sky to know if it will rain! Isn't that cool?”I laughed, and it caught me off-guard, how at ease I felt around these little kids. I looked down at the girl, and those big chestnut brown eyes were gazing up at me intently. I flashed her a smile, but that smile slowly faded, when I realized she looked familiar.Not familiar as in looking like me, but familiar like I had seen her features somewhere else… on someone else…“I can tell if it will rain like mommy too!” The last boy said to the other boy, and they started bickering, but I wasn't listening.Because I suddenly realized I knew someone who could predict the weather so well. She merely looked at the sky each time, to decide if she had to pack an umbrella for me. I was cold, uncaring and callous to her, but she never stopped caring for me.My heart ached so hard I lowered my head at the onslaught of memories.Fuck, she had loved me unconditionally. All these years I spent cursing myself for everything I put her through. I didn't deserve what she gave me. I just wished she had also given me the truth. About how she was barren since her teenage years. It was a secret I would never have known about if my family didn't tell me.That realization had made me treat her even worse. I let Ellen feed me poison and destroy her image further, and I had divorced her.I thought I still had feelings for Ellen, but my heart had been beating all along, for a different woman. My ex-wife.The same woman I thought I despised.“Mommy's here! Yay!”My gaze snapped up, only to meet see a face I never thought I'd see again. For a second, I thought my regretful and painful thoughts caused her to materialize, until I realized this was real.It was my ex-wife, Kamille.And she was the mother of these kids.Kamille’s POVAfter securing a ride for my kids and I, I took hurried steps to fetch them but on approaching where they sat, I stopped dead in track as my light brown eyes fell on that same unapologetically handsome man with well defined abs and captivating deep blue eyes who served me hurt and shame, smiling with my children. It was the most unbelievable sight of my days.Of all days, why the hell should Zeke choose today to be here?As the wave of mixed emotions surged through me, I let my eyes wander back to his face again, drinking in the sight of him. Then I looked at his fingers deliberately out of curiosity and there it was. A different wedding ring from the one we shared. Snap! I should have known better than be fooled by good looks.A smile was gradually embracing my facial muscles when his betrayal crossed my mind and canceled it. I remembered how he left me on my own and how I went through hurt alone. He made me see the cruel part of life when he left me and married Ellen
Ezekiel’s POVThe ride back was graveyard quiet, save for the steady humming from the car's engine as my driver drove us back to wherever home was for Kamille. Confusion overwhelmed me as I stared at her and the children. Could they be hers? Is there a world where she is the mother of these children? If she is, then just how much did I drink from Ellen's bowl of enticing lies.The more I thought about it, the more curious I became. Kamille must have moved on. She and the kids belong to another! I cringed in annoyance at such upsured thoughts. But what if it was true? A different kind of anger shot through my heart. Jealousy. I managed to stay quiet and continued staring until my eyes locked with the children. They too began staring at me and their mum. Curiosity engulfed their stares. Then I heard the boy who held their backpacks at the airport, whisper to the girl. “Does this gentleman not look familiar to you? I see him stealing glances at mummy.” Yeah I remember, Roen and Tyri
Kamille’s POVSettling down in a new place had to be the worst job I had tried in my entire life. It wasn't as fun as it sounded afterall.Looking at the beautifully arranged and decorated house, I smiled in satisfaction. Now I just had one more thing to do to make settling in complete.I moved to the living room, sat on a sofa close to the window where I can admire the beautiful orchids growing wild up the terrace.After a few rings, a voice came on the other end of the line, “Hello, Miss Smith on the line. How may I help you?” The voice was warm and welcoming.I smiled. “I would like to hire a nanny for my kids.” She asked a couple of other questions before our call came to an end. My children deserved the best nanny since I was going to be busy here in London. I had no plans of exposing them to dirt I had to clean up.Darkness clouded the skies in no time. I went up to the children's room. The boys stayed together in separate beds, while Tyris had a room of her own pretty close to
Kamille’s POVI got to the club at a little over 8:00 pm. Darkness had covered the surroundings save for the dim lights coming from the club. I walked briskly into the club. I scanned the crowd till my eyes landed on Amanda with Belle sitted to her right. I approached the bar where they were seated. “Hello Ladies.” I greeted them, catching their attention. They both stiffened, hearing my voice.They both turned slowly till they faced me.“Oh Kamille, it is really you!” Amanda sobbed and threw herself in for a hug. “We missed you so much Kamille.” Belle added as her doe eyes glistened with unshed tears.“I missed you both too.” I replied as I released myself from Belle's embrace.“Alright ladies. Let's grab some drinks and celebrate Kamille's return to the land of the living!” Amanda squealed.“I second that motion.” Belle said with a hearty laugh. “Belle?” I called out, surprised she concurred to drinking.“What? This is a worthy feat and I need a drink to better assimilate all t
Zeke's POV As I descended the stairs, my eyes fell on the venomous snake sitted in my living room, eating snacks from my pantry.“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I asked coldly. I hated being disrespected and being lied to. This woman had done worse.“Oh Zeke, I was a bit hungry so I had to eat something.” Ellen replied. Staring at her all I could think of was a thousand ways to make her life miserable. “You know how it works right? Mother and..” “Shut the fuck up and take your crappy story elsewhere.” I interrupted her from speaking more gibberish.She laughed. “You do not believe me, don't you?”I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. Why was this damn woman pushing her luck? “Ellen I have a lot on my mind right now and would thank the universe if they can just make you go away.” I replied. Ellen's presence was disturbing. I couldn't think about Kamille the way I wanted to. Ellen just keeps reminding me of why I may never get Kamille's forgiveness and now she comes
Zeke's POV I had felt pain before but that which gripped my heart at the moment was excruciating. I could not bear the sight before me. Why was she drinking all alone at the bar? I moved a little closer. Her eyes were red and puffy. Was she crying? What have I done? Looking at her beautiful face stained with tears, I reminisce on how we used to be when were married. She was always there, always loving, very kind, very thoughtful and very patient. She was almost flawless. I caused her all the pain she is in right now. If only I had not allow Ellen poison my mind. If only I learned to love her better. If only I had known a bit earlier what she went through in the hands of her family. If only I had been there. I have failed you Kamille. Lost in thoughts, my mind wandered back to how I unraveled the malicious lies and scheming of the Manors against Kamille. I had visited their ancestral home few weeks after I got married to Ellen. She said she had missed the view of where she g
Zeke's POV I was about to lift myself from the bed when she pulled me back into an embrace. Her embrace, though filled with warmth, also hinted at something deeper, something I knew I needed to handle with care.What's wrong with the fucking AC? “Are you okay?” I asked her trying to suppress the fast growing desire churning at the pit of my stomach.“Hmmm.” She nodded in the affirmative. “Now let's get you freshened up.” I murmured gently and guided her towards the bathroom. I ran warm water over her face as she leaned over the sink, just as I was about to grab her a towel her body began reeling from the effects of the alcohol. "I'm sorry," Kamille whispered between heaves, her voice laced with embarrassment."It's alright. I'm here," I reassured, holding her hair back and rubbing her back soothingly. At that moment, I realized the depth of how much gap her absence left in my heart. I missed listening to her talk about her day and the weather even when I act disinterested. I miss
Kamille's POV As the early morning light filtered through the curtains, I groaned. My head pounded like a third world war was going on there. I shifted slightly as I felt a warm body beside me and then turned to see who it was.What the heck! His long and perfect body lay beside mine naked just like I was. I quietly lifted the covers to check myself and the memories from yesterday began flooding my thoughts.I had met up with Amanda and Belle, we had a lot to drink, they left earlier. I remember the way the alcohol had dulled my senses and clouded my judgment. And then Zeke had appeared, he took me home but his presence had stirred something within me that I had long tried to suppress.Now in the harsh light of day, regret gnawed at my insides. The last thing I wanted was to have a one night stand with him. I should have known better than to get involved with a married man, especially one with whom I shared a complicated history. My eyes glanced over his fingers. The rings were go