Mistaken Identity

Chapter 43 Get out

Alex POV

My mother went over to her bags and took out a large Ziploc bag. She opened it and spread it on the

table in front of me and Kally. I let my eyes roamed on the pictures in front of me. Not believing what I

was seeing. It was of Kally holding my father's hand entering a hotel, the time at the bottom of the page

said 11:53 am and when I looked at the next it was 2:14 pm. I turned to look at Kally who was shaking

her head. She turned to me and looked in my eyes.

"That's not me, Alex." She said. I founded myself releasing my hands from hers and moving away from

her. After looking at those photos, I felt disgusted. I brought my head back to the pictures, there was

one with her kissing my father. I swallowed. I just sat there looking at the pictures, not knowing what to

do.

"Alex you have to behave me. That's not me." Kally pled. I didn't want to look at her. Damn, I didn't

want her anywhere near me. She played me. She tricked me. All this time, I thought she really cared

about me. She's just a gold-digger like the others. I was fooled by the color of her eyes, her smile, the

way she cared. It was all an act, an act to get Henrique and I.

"Alex, please that's not me." she said again. I turned around to look at her. I knew my eyes were

burning. I feel like an idiot to give my heart her and have her break it in pieces. "Alex, she's red-head, I Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

have black hair."

"Dye can easily change that." My mother said. I saw Kally turned to her.

"Yes, I'm a natural red-head but I dyed my hair three years ago. You have to believe me, that's not me.

I've never being to England. I never slept with your father. That's my sister Alliyah. Alex please believe

me. Don't you trust me?" that got my attention.

"Trust you? Kalliyah, Alliyah or whatever your name is. Stop with the act, I've being searching for

Alliyah Bisson for months now and I haven't seen a thing. Stop lying and just admit it's you. You're the

woman who ruined my parents relationship. You're the mother of Henrique. I can't believe I didn't pick it

up before." I shake my head. Now it was obvious in the way she treated him, she would wake in the

night to take care of him. She plays with him. Of course he's her child and I realized too late. I looked at

her to see that she was crying. Her tears don't fool me now.

"Please Alex, that's not me, I'd never abandon my child, that's not the kind of person I am. No matter

how hard life was for me, I wouldn't never give away a child whom, I produced so you have to

understand and believe me when I say that Henrique isn't my child. Please believe me." Her repetition

of please made me want to reconsider but no, it was her. The detectives I've hired, has not found her

yet and they were the best of the best. They were looking for someone who doesn't exist.

"Kalliyah, stop lying to me." I shouted and got up from beside her. I held my fist in a ball., if she wasn't a

woman,, I'd probably hurt her already but my father taught me better. I stand up and went as far as I

can from her. She started to cry louder.

"What am I to do to make you believe that the woman in those pictures is not me? Goddamn, I don't

have a child. Shit, I've never even have sex." She stopped and started to pant. Out of all the lies she

could tell that one was the worst. She never had sex, it takes sex to have a child. My anger burst even

more. I turn to my father who still haven't said a word as yet.

"Father, did you sleep with her," I said and pointed to Kalliyah.

My father held down his head in shame and then said a faint. "Yes,"

"No! Stop lying it wasn't me." Kalliyah shouted across the room.

My father lifted up his head and looked me in the eyes. "It was her son."

Kalliyah let out a bawl. I turn to her crying face. All I felt was hatred and pity for her. She ruined my

parents' marriage and she ruined me.

"Get out of my house," I said to her.

She looked at me, "What?"

"I said pack your things and get the hell out of my house. Out of my life and out of my parents' life. You

are nothing but a gold-digging whore."

She sobbed, "But where will I stay? This is the only place I know here."

"I don't care where you go. Just get the hell out of my house before I throw you out."

"No, please. You can't do that." She stated.

"Oh really then watch me." I walked up to her and grabbed her by the wrist and started to drag her out

my house. All she did, was cry and tell me to stop.

"Please stop, you're hurting me." she cried but I ignored her. When I reached to the door of my house, I

opened it and pushed her on the pavement.

"Wait her for your stuff," I said then slam the door in her face. She deserves it, she deserves everything

hurtful things that she's getting now, she played with my heart and ruin my parents marriage. I walked

straight up to the stairs and went to her room. After packing all the things that belonged to her I walked

back down the stairs with the suitcases in my hands. I opened the door and fling her things out without

even looking at her. I heard she let out a scream, but I didn't look I just slam my door.