Chapter2

Tycelyn's POV

I arrived at where Ziora entered and it was our father's hotel. I came down from the cab under the pouring rainfall and followed behind Ziora. The receptionist tried to stop me from going to the penthouse because Ziora had given an instruction not to let anyone in, but I had to bribe my way through. I took the elevator to the penthouse, my mind raced with fear, I was scared of what I might see and hear.

"How did you escape that wrench?" Kreed's voice was the first voice I heard and Ziora giggled when I entered the penthouse.

"Magic," Ziora laughed, "Babe, come here I have missed you."

My shaking legs carried my body to the door that was slightly opened and my heart shattered at the sight of Kreed's lip on Ziora's lip, his hands crawling on her legs pushing up the emerald gown I had given to her.

My tummy crunched and I could feel everything I had eaten trying to come out of my mouth, "Are you sure you are the only one that can come in here right now?" Kreed asked, his eyes on the door and Ziora nodded her head.

"Someone is in the living room," I watched as Kreed slowly got up from Ziora and walked towards the door.

I was running towards the elevator when my leg bumped into the table, I felt a sting but I Ignored it. I got to the front of the elevator door, but I couldn't find my access card so I hid at the back of the chair praying to my God that Ziora and Kreed don't see me.

I was the only one in the family who had an access card to the penthouse, while the other could use their fingerprints to touch the finger sensor and it would open. I didn't share the same DNA as the Juhani so I couldn't use my finger.

"Babe come to the room!! There is no one there," Ziora yelled from the room, and to my surprise Kreed listened and went back to the room.

When Kreed left, I found my access card in the pocket of my dress and without wasting any time I ran to the elevator and then to the general bathroom downstairs.

I threw up everything I had eaten that day out of pure disgust, I sat weakly on the floor, my back resting on the cold wall as my eyes couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

"I don't believe this, this must be a terrible dream and I will wake up soon, My Kreed and Ziora aren't like that, something is wrong somewhere," My heart was hurting so much, I needed to talk with someone but I had no one.

My shaking hands picked up my phone and dialed Mom's number, she picked on the third ring

"Mom….Mom…I…Zio_"

"What do you want? I'm very busy right now," Mom replied over the phone despite hearing me cry.

I wiped my eyes when I realized she wasn't the person I could talk to, "How is father doing?" I changed the topic, now I wonder if she knows about Kreed and Ziora.

"Don't you have his number?" She ended the call before I could say anything.

For a moment I just thought that maybe, just maybe things could be different if she heard me cry.

I wiped my face and put my phone inside my bag so I could go back home to Emily and my mother-in-law. When I stood up from the floor, I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I looked down and I realized I had injured my legs when I was trying to leave the penthouse. As if my day couldn't get any worse.

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"It shows false happiness and pretense on the outside, but hurting and fear on the inside," I was staring at my painting in the gallery of the charity event when someone talked from behind me.

"Is that what you think? It's my painting so I will let you know what it represents, it represents family, happiness, and cooperation," I replied without sparing the person a glance and he chuckled.

"We finally met Dr Tycelyn Juhani, Director of the Juhani Art and Gallery Foundation," I turned around to see who was behind me.

"CEO Kenzal Mosiah, we finally meet," I extended my hand for a handshake and he accepted, "I didn't think this would be our first encounter, I thought we would meet at the wedding," despite knowing Kenzal was Ziora's fiance I had never met him.

"I couldn't wait to meet the eldest daughter of Juhani and see one of her famous paintings," Kenzal turned to look at the painting, "A piece of advice, you have the power to create the life you want so don't waste it on unhappiness."

"Excuse me?" I didn't understand why he chose those words.

"I have heard a lot about you and many people envy you but I feel pity for you and I honestly feel you deserve better," Kenzal smiled at me and I scoffed.

"I'm sorry but I don't know what you are talking about and I would rather you leave the topic as it is till you become a part of the Juhani," I rolled my eyes mentally, "And congratulations on your baby."

"My baby? What baby?" Kenzal looked at me with surprise, "You are the one heavily pregnant here, I should be telling you congratulations."

He didn't know he was going to be a father but, my mouth parted slightly when realization dawned on me, and I stumbled backward when the wave of dizziness hit me, "Do enjoy the event and have a nice day."

Kenzal wasn't the father of Ziora's child, Kreed was the father of Ziora's unborn child. My husband was the father of my sister's unborn child!! No, no, no, it's not possible! My heart didn't want to believe what my head was saying.

I was going to the bathroom to clear my head when I stumbled upon Kreed and Ziora talking in an empty office, the door was slightly opened so I stood by the side to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"When do you plan on removing that woman from our lives!" Ziora yelled, my heart tore more, that woman was her sister!

"Soon, I promise soon, I just need her to give birth to our child," Kreed held Ziora's hand and assured her.

"If she gives birth to that bastard, what about our child!" Ziora yelled, my hands clutching my tummy, protecting my unborn baby, "My child is the heir to both wealth and not hers."

As if the heavens weren't on my side, my phone rang, I quickly silenced it but it was too late as Kreed opened the door.

"Tycelyn darling," Kreed looked at me as if he had just seen a ghost and Ziora stood as if ice water had been poured on her.

Anger surged through my veins as I saw the two of them, "How could you? You are my sister! And you," I pointed at Kreed, "You are my husband."

"It's not what you think," Ziora came closer to me but I backed away from her.

"Tell me what I think. Do I really know you? This isn't the Ziora I grew up with and this isn't the man I married," tears rolled down my chin, it hurt so much, "How do I feel that my sister is carrying my husband's child!"

I couldn't bear it anymore, I was walking out of the room when Ziora pulled me by my hair and threw me back, "Ziora let go," I yelled in pain, I tried to remove her hand.

"I'm sorry, now you have found out I can't let it go, I have to end it."