Bestfriend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby (Kelly and Pierce)

The Roots of His Hatred The

Roots of His Hatred Kelly's POV

I was sitting beside the pool, feet dipped underwater, when someone sat beside me. About a meter distance between us, Klay settled himself and put two cans of beer.

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"Can I offer you a drink?" He asked, not looking at me, but on the pool water.

I looked straight and pressed my lips together, not saying anything. I don't know what to say. Truly, I was wrong when I told him to die and accused him of drowning himself just to manipulate me. I was wrong. My anger took over me. I feel so bad that I became like that and I said that. He's evil but I'm not. And because of frustration, I don't know how to react to what's happening anymore.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"How do I start this..." he whispered under his breath, just enough for me to hear, as he chuckled without

humor.

"I was born...in a dangerous environment. Me and my twin..."

I was shocked because of what he said. Twin? He has a twin? I remember the man in the house where Emily brought me to hide before. So, that explains why that man looked like him. But..why does he have a photo with Emily?

Klay sucked his breath, I was just watching him as he stared at the water, eyes full of sorrow and hatred.

"My biological dad was the leader of a mafia organization. He trained me and my twin to be the future leader..it turns out...my twin wanted to be on the right path," he chuckled angrily and shook his head. "He wanted to be a cop and that dream...killed him." My heart skipped a beat. What does he mean by that?

"Our biological father sees him as a threat to the organization he loved more than his own sons. my twin killed."

He got

I was even more shocked. My jaws almost dropped as I stared at his face. He kept on clenching his jaws and I could see how mad he was because of what happened to his twin.

"Mom and I tried to find his body, but we couldn't find him. Mom was miserable and decided to run away

At a young age, I learned to steal because I was hungry and my mom was having a hard time feeding me."

I looked down as my forehead creased. The corner of my eyes became hot and I felt a lump in my throat.

"We were running and running...hiding from my evil father. He loved my mom so much and he couldn't let her go. We're

e struggling to survive because my mom couldn't even find a job without revealing her face and identity. That would make my father easily find us.. so we continued struggling until mom met a kind man..."

I swallowed hard and looked at him. I found him looking at me with sadness in his eyes. He smiled. "Your father helped us and they fell in love and married each other. I met you...I was mesmerized by the innocent beauty of that little girl. She's spoiled but not a brat..." Hooked away again and gritted my teeth. "My father loved your mom, you knew. But why do you hate

him?"

was wrong," he paused. "Your father and my father were enemies. Your father used me and my mother. When my mother died, he told me it was my biological father who killed her. I was furious. The devil that my biological father created in me was awakened by my father's cruel death...I killed my own father but before he lost his life, he told me something. Do you know what he told me?"

The Roots of Hi Hatred

He looked at me. Hatred is now back in his eyes. "He told me that your father was the person behind my mother's death."

I gasped and slowly shook my head. "No..."

He laughed. "You can't believe it too, right? I was just like you. I don't wanna believe it. But your father...

did that."

Tears rolled down my cheeks. "You're mistaken, Klay. My father won't do that..."

"He did...unfortunately."

I sobbed and wiped my tears. "If you're just saying this to-"

"I don't wanna hurt you, Kelly. I love you. I really do. And using your father to get your sympathy won't be an option for me. I tried to keep that pain in my heart for a long time because I don't wanna ruin your father's image in your eyes. Because I don't wanna break your Heart anymore."

on't wanna

I gritted my teeth and grabbed the canned beer. I don't know if he's telling the truth, but I don't believe him. He must be mistaken. This is all a misunderstanding.

"I-I tried to just forget what your father did...but I couldn't. The wound was too deep, it cannot be healed. I tried...I tried so hard because I'm happy with you. I tried so fcking hard because I know I'd lose you if you learned about this but...it was so hard. So fcking hard." I wiped the tears that cascaded down my cheeks. He's wrong. He was wrong about my dad.

"Now, tell me, Kelly..." He looked at me. His eyes were begging. "Please, tell me if there's a chance that you'd still forgive me. Please tell me that I have the reason to get mad because I was hurt. Please tell me... that I still deserve you."

I pressed my lips together and slowly pulled myself up. He looked down, miserably.

"You were wrong about my father, Klay. These are all just a misunderstanding and I will prove to you that." He looked at me, pained. "This is why I couldn't tell you. Because you won't believe me."

Anger crept in my heart. "Because you're wrong! My father is not evil! He won't do that just because of petty reasons."

He clenched his jaws and pulled himself up. He towered me and even when he's taller, I won't back down. I fought his burning stares as I stood on my ground.

"I will find a way to clean my father's name, Klay. And when I proved to you that you're wrong, you'd apologize," I paused and sobbed. "You'd apologize to my father and to me."

I turned my back and was about to walk out on him when we heard noises. Are those noises from... choppers?

"Sir, the island was surrounded by police."

My eyes widened in shock. I suddenly saw hope but before I could run away, Klay grabbed my wrist, stopping me

"You're not leaving me again, Kelly."