Forbidden Dance: Will She Forgo Her Marriage for a Lifetime of Happiness? Read Free Page B

about Alero, but he had assumed it was because she had expected him to marry Leona, the senator’s spoilt daughter. That was six years ago.
    “Mum, let me handle this. Dad, where can I find Alero?” In truth, how he managed to keep his tone steady baffled him. Maybe the short counselling with the priest rubbed off on him.
    “Your wife said she was going away and never coming back.”
    Kyle held his head in both hands to prevent it from splitting in two. “That doesn’t make sense,” he countered. “What on earth did you do this time to make her run away?”
    “What do you mean by that? Are you saying I kicked your wife out?” His dad’s severe words didn’t match his expression. Amusement lurked in his eyes.
    “You understood me correctly, dad.”
    Wyatt Thomson faced his son. “What do you want me to say? Alero’s an adult. She packed and left after describing your marriage as a ‘hopeless four and a half year relationship’. I knew you should never have married her. Now you have good grounds for a divorce.”
    If his father had stuck a knife in his chest, it would have been better. “What the hell are you talking about? For all the troubles you have had in your marriage, why haven’t you divorced mum? Why haven’t you?”
    “Kyle!” his parents shrieked in unison.
    Kyle threw both hands in the air. “Oh, see how that hurts. Why do you think you have a right to pack up my marriage behind my back?”
    His dad wagged one finger. “Look here, you have no one to blame but yourself, Kyle. I didn’t ask you to father a child out of wedlock or stay away from your wife for long periods.”
    His mother had taken the child away from the room. Thank God.
    The truth slapped some sense out of his head. “I fathered a child?”
    “Yes, you did. Or so Bethany said. She popped by our gate yesterday morning, and dropped young Kyle with an instruction to hand him over to you.”
    Kyle dropped into the arm chair near his right leg. “Is this the joke of the year, dad?”
    “Did you know about young Kyle?” His father’s eyes fastened on his.
    Kyle shook his head. His mouth refused to form any word. Bethany was one of the models he frolicked with after he got married. He had not planned to sleep with her at all.
    “She didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I didn’t know about any son,” he whispered after a while. He sat up, his eyes focused on his dad’s, but he wasn’t sure who he was looking at. “How did my wife find out?” The question popped out after a long while. It was possible Bethany phoned his wife. After all, they worked together in the past.
    “I took Kyle to your home and introduced him to your wife.”
    Kyle jumped off his chair. “You did what? What the hell did you do that for?”
    His mother returned to the room.
    He swung on her. “Mum, you allowed dad ruin my marriage? I trusted both of you. Is this how you reward me? You took a child I have never seen from an alleged affair to my wife?” Tears stung his face.
    God, please tell me this is all a dream, please.
    “It was the best way. If you take a look at the child, he looks like your double. It was better she found out sooner rather than later.” His mum’s words were like salt on his open wound.
    Kyle growled, snatched his glass off the table and smashed it against the fireplace.
    “Kyle! Take a hold of yourself. She was not the woman you should have married in the first place. I always knew she had more golden beauty than good sense.” The word, golden, sounded sinister enough to sponge out every good judgment he ever had.
    “Again, we told you marrying an African woman wasn’t a good idea from the start. You had three white women of good character to pick from, no, you had to settle for a woman who simply refuses to shed her Nigerian and Algerian roots.” His mother’s words kept his wounds fresh, he feared they would never heal.
    “Dad! Mum! What you’ve done is vile! You sit together in a warm embrace, in a less than