Chapter 75
RAVEL
PRESENT TIME
The moment the jet touched down in Seattle, I dialed Hazelâs number, planning on giving her the liberty of knowing that I was headed to her house. Finding her place isnât going to be difficult, especially since it is all over the internet.
Getting into the rented car, I gave out her home address to the driver, knowing that there was no way sheâd show up at the office with the news flying around. Relaxing back, I dialed her number again, hoping that for her sake, she would pick up.
I have a daughter. An almost three years old daughter and Hazel told me nothing about it. She intentionally kept me away from my daughter; why? Because I hurt her? Hiding my daughter from me was just so cruel.
She finally picked. âIâm heading to your house Hazel, Tell your security to open the gate for me.â Iâll have to climb through it if I have to.
âMy entrance gate isnât accessible Ravel,â she informed me with a tired tone. âHead to your hotel, Iâll meet you there.â
Does she think I abandoned an ongoing meeting to f uck around with her? âI know Daisy is in that house with you and Iâm going to meet her after I have a conversation with you.â I drawled out, punctuating each word, âTell your security to open the gate when I get there. Iâd hate to create a scene Hazel, but that doesnât mean I wonât if I have to.â
She sighed. âStop by the bridge.â
I scoffed. âI said Iâm coming to your da mn house and you tell me to stop by the bridge?!â I snapped angrily. âWhat?! Do you want to keep hiding her from me? Isnât three years long enough?â
âStop snapping at me, Ravel!â She yelled, âIâm stressed by the situation Ravel! I canât even leave my house! I had to pull my daughter out of school early! Please do not add to it!â
I took a deep breath. Shouting and scolding each other isnât going to help the situation at all. âI want to see my daughter, Hazel, even if itâs her pictures, her baby pictures.â
âStop by the bridge, Iâll come pick you up myself.â She rasped. âThere is a secret tunnel that leads to my parking lot. If you take the main entrance, the papara zzi wonât let you through.â
Does she have a secret passageway? She sure made enough effort to keep her hidden. âFine, Iâll stop by the bridge.â She disconnected the call before I could say any other thing. âStop at the last bridge,â I informed the driver.
Leaning back, I closed my eyes and exhaled. By the time we got to the bridge, there was a red Ferrari parked there. I got down, walked to it, and knocked on the window; it rolled down and revealed Hazel dressed in a black dress and sunglasses.
âHeâs not coming with us.â She mused, jerking her chin towards my parked car. âOnly those very close to me are aware of that passageway, and I want to keep it that way.â
Thatâs not a problem. Nodding, I walked back to my car and instructed the driver to leave. I watched him drive away before getting into Hazelâs Ferrari. âNice car.â I complimented, fastening my seatbelt.
She glanced at me, no doubt surprised at how calm I looked and sounded now, a complete contrast to how I sounded on the phone earlier. âThanks.â She grunted, the car purring as she turned it on. She took a left town, driving down a rural path before disappearing down a tunnel covered with grasses.
We rode in silence until she pulled over at her parking lot, parking next to one of her numerous sleek cars. I got down and admired her cars. âWhat a collection you have here,â
Rounding the car, she joined me and stared at the car too. âThank you.â She gestured towards the elevator. âLetâs go to my office and have that conversation, and if things should end well, youâll meet Daisy.â
âIf things should end well?â Why is she trying to pi ss me off? Licking my lips roughly, I followed her gesture and headed for
the elevator quietly. If I should say something, I might end up saying something that we both might regret.
The moment we stepped into the house, I finally understood why she never wanted me in her house.
Artworks of her while she was pregnant and that of Daisy were sca ttered all over her hallway. I stopped right in front of the artwork that is now my
favorite.
An artwork of her and Daisy on a bed. She looks so small. âHow old is she here?â
âTwo days old,â Hazel responded. âI wasnât able to get a picture of her when she was born because I faced some complications and wasnât conscious to take the picture.â
âComplication?â I whispered, averting my gaze to her. âYou faced complications after childbirth?â I stared at her, unable to move my gaze from her face. I could have lost her⦠I could have lost her forever.
She waved me off. âItâs fine. The most important thing is that Iâm fine now and so is the baby.â Grabbing my hand, She led me away from the hallway into her office. âDo you want a drink or something?â
The more I am in her personal space, the more Iâm proud of the woman she became; I am proud of the growth in her life; she has come a long way from the Hazel I met in my office hallway. âWhiskey please.â
She walked over to the mini bar and grabbed a whiskey and two glasses. She filled both glasses before settling down. âI know you have a lot of questions Ravel.â
Yeah, I do. âWhen did you find out you were pregnant.â It would be quite understandable if she found out about the baby after our divorce but didnât know how to come tell me.
âI found out the day I caught you in bed with Jane.â She revealed and I winced, the feeling of shame consuming me. âI went to your office that day to tell you about it but I was told you never showed up, I went to your mumâs and Elenor told me you went home, that was when I came home to that unexpected sight.â
Unable to hold her gaze out of guilt, I stared at my feet. âIâm sorry Hazel, Iâm really sorry about some decisions I made in life, and hurting you was one of them.â
âWhy?â She whispered, the pain in her voice demanding my attention. âIâd been asking myself what really went wrong. One night we were happy, and the other You were giving me divorce papers.â
I really want to tell her the truth, to tell her what happened but I canât, not when I donât have a solution yet. âIâm sorry.â
Her jaw clenched. âStop apologizing, youâve already done that more than a million times. I want to know what happened!â She demanded, âHow did you end up falling out of love with me?!â
Blinking rapidly, I licked my lips. âThis isnât about us Hazel, this is about our daughter Daisy and the fact that you hid her from me.â
âYou deserved it.â She spat, âall of you did.â
âWhat?â I scoffed out, bewildered. âHere I was, trying everything humanly possible to fix our broken relationship and you behaved like you wanted the same too, but little did I know that you lied to me in the face and f ucking lied to me all this time!â
âI didnât lie to you!â She quickly asserted, âI just didnât mention it!â
All the emotions came crashing down and even to my surprise, I found myself crying. âDonât you get it Hazel? I missed everything in my daughterâs life. I missed her birth, her first words, her first step, her first everything and itâs all my f ucking fault!â
My shoulders shook as uncontrollable tears kept rolling. âMy daughter doesnât even know who I am Hazel.â
Her eyes turned glassy as she watched me cry. Getting off her seat, she joined me on my sofa and pulled me down to her chest. âI should have told you Ravel⦠I should have and I apologize for not telling you.â
My shaking body froze when a soft voice filled the room. âMamaaâ¦â
Hazel looked up at her desk. She sniffed, wiping away her tears. âThatâs Daisy, sheâs awake.â She smiled weakly, âDo
to meet her?â
you want
No. Iâm not worthy to meet her now. Iâm emotionally unstable and I came empty-handed. Standing to my feet, I grabbed my jacket. âMaybe some other time. I just canât meet her now.â Exhaling, I walked over and pulled her into a hug. âDonât worry about the press, Iâm going to control them.â
She nodded. âAre you sure you donât want to meet Daisy?â
âYeah,â I affirmed, giving her a peck, âsome other time.â I need to clear my head a little bit and get rid of this hurt before it consumes me. âIâll see you later Hazel.â
âIâll see you too Ravel.â
I held her gaze, pinning her with it. âI love you, Hazel.â