His Hidden Wife (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter Twenty Five

25 – I'll Take Care Of You

'Love is a condition in which the happiness of another person is essential than your own.'
– Robert Henkein

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I should really learn how to control my emotions. More, to understand that there are things that are beyond of my control.

Andrea's happy. Elise's happy. Those should be my priority. We were having the time of our lives — the walls were slowly reducing into fragments (not entirely but it was a start).

Nana didn't join us back at the orphanage because she had tasks to do and that she didn't have the strength to match the children's energy. Before we left she greeted Elise for the last time and talked to Andrea alone. I wanted to ask what they conversed about but I chose not to intervene.

I thought this day, I had the upperhand. But then few familiar faces greeted us inside the insitution.

To say I was annoyed was an understatement, I can't help but to feel aggravated as I watched Jacques made his way towards the kids and of course to Andi. The party was going according to plan but I forgot that Anthony, Andi's dad, was also invited. I mean, of course he had to! Elise is calling him Grandpa-bear for pete's sakes. Hence, the reason why Jacques knew about the event and now the orphanage as well. Also, Anthony's presence made a sudden line drawn between Andi and I. I fucking hate this.

When did Anthony and Jacques become close?

I sighed annoyingly — I couldn't help but to feel as if someone stepped too hard on my ego. I hated it. I hated how people preffered Jacques more... how Andrea called out for him than me. I can't forget it. It haunted me every time I close my eyes. Fuck, I fucking sound like a chick. Pull yourself together Justin.

I clenched my jaw as I ran my fingers through my hair.

Pulling away from the crowd, I watched as the once bubbly and off – beat sound turned into something slow and mellow. Adults and young adults swayed along; even the kids formed their own circle and danced with the rhythm. I saw Andi stood awkwardly, bracing herself to go back to her seat but Jacques, out of nowhere, offered his hand.

That bastard!

I almost stomped my way towards them. How dare that scheming asshole grabs every opportunity he sees! Can't he just... ah fuck him. I stopped. I stopped on my tracks. My palms formed into tight fists.

Don't be fucking selfish Justin. This is your fault, have you forgotten already? You've given Jacques the chance to do this because you can't even fucking know what you fucking want!

I watched as her eyes wandered, looking... skimming her irises into the sea of people. Before our eyes could even meet, Jacques ushered her away, taking her into his arms — my heart faltered. She glared at him, but only for a moment. It was replaced by a smile when Jacques whispered something. Soon, they began to talk as his arms were wrapped around her waist. They were too close for comfort.

An ugly familiar feeling settled over me. It was every fucking time I'd see Andrea with Jacques.

FLASHBACK

(They are 11 year olds here.)

I was so used of having attention whenever I wanted. I was always praised upon. I was the best — arguably — among my peers. Even as a kid, I was already been looked up to. And I loved every second of it. Who wouldn't like the fixation anyway? The positivity? My parents were proud. I couldn't help but to let my ego get the best of me.