Don't Be My Ex✔️

•Chapter 13•

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I clasped his hand tightly, willing the tremors to subside, longing for him to find peace. But as I held on, a flood of thoughts overwhelmed me. What if Bianca was involved in the kidnapping? What if Kofi had come here to save me, realizing her sinister intentions? What if... What if... What if...

My mind spun with questions, leaving me more confused than ever. Everything felt muddled, like trying to see through fog. Exhausted, I rested my head against his chest, seeking solace. The events of the day had drained me, leaving me emotionally and physically spent.

"Hello, Serwaa, is everything okay?" Richard's voice broke through my thoughts as he entered the room, carrying a bag of medication from the pharmacy.

Richard possessed an old soul, a quality I always admired in him. He was unfailingly kind and generous, a rare gem in a world full of chaos and uncertainty.

I knew I could never adequately express my gratitude to him. Every time I looked at his round, friendly face, memories flooded back—memories of our high school days, when Richard, Kofi, and I dreamed of making our village proud, of achieving greatness.

I was thankful that Richard had realized his dream of becoming a successful pharmacist. He deserved every bit of happiness life had to offer.

"I don't think he's doing well; he's shivering," I replied, my voice trembling as I fought back tears. I couldn't afford to break down in front of him. He had always known me as a strong woman, and even in my moment of weakness, I wanted to maintain a brave front.

"Yeah, it's normal for him to act that way. Recovering from a concussion can sometimes be traumatic. Here, allow me," he said, injecting Kofi with drugs.

"Unfortunately, I can't stay tonight, but I'll be here early in the morning," he stated with regret in his voice.

"Sure," I answered softly, feeling a pang of disappointment that he couldn't stay. But I understood; he had his own life to attend to.

He looked at me for a moment, then let out a short sigh. "It's so sad seeing Kofi like this. I'm just happy that you two are still together, even though you both left us here in the village. I forgive you," he chuckled shortly before finishing his sentence. "But the fact that Kofi didn't even attend his mother's funeral was so heartbreaking."

"Kofi's mother is dead?" I gasped, stunned by the news. "When did this happen?" The revelation shook me to my core, stirring up a mix of emotions I wasn't prepared for.

"Last year, I presume," he replied quietly.

"The same year my grandmother and son died?" I clenched my teeth, fighting back the tears. But the memory of my little boy drowning flooded my mind, overwhelming me.

"Son? Your son didn't die," he said confidently, surprising me.

My lips parted in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Your son didn't die," he repeated. I listened intently as he explained what he knew, my mind racing with the possibility that my son might still be alive.

"I quite remember, the night before your grandma died, I visited her. I had to administer some drugs to her, and I recall her words quite vividly. 'My son, if you ever return to Accra, please try to find Serwaa and my great-grandson. Tell that stubborn grandchild of mine that I tried my best, but life won't be kind enough to allow me to wait for her return.'"

My body froze as I absorbed his words, tears streaming down my face despite my efforts to hold them back. Mentally, I had been telling myself that I was strong, but this news shattered me.