The Millionaire's Arranged Marriage by Tina Martin

Author:Tina Martin [Martin, Tina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Romance
Amazon: B00K0U3GHE
Published: 2014-04-28T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Dilvan

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Dilvan sat out on the front deck at his house, staring off into the darkness, listening as ocean waves crashed together. He hadn’t eaten any of the spread that Beatrice laid out because his appetite was just like his wife – gone.

What have I done?

He asked himself that same question over and over but didn’t answer it because what he had done, in hindsight, was too painful to think about.

Beatrice interrupted his thoughts when she came strolling out onto the deck. “Is there any thang I can do before you turn in?” she asked.

“No. Thanks, Beatrice.”

“If you don’t mind my nose in your business, Suh, I didn’t ‘spect you home ‘til Sunday night.”

“Yeah...had to come home early.”

“Well, I hope er’thang is okay.” Beatrice turned to walk away.

“Beatrice,” he called out, then turned to look at her.

She was instantly appalled by his bloodshot eyes and the overall look of despair on his face.

“Um...” he said, trying to find the right words to express what he was feeling. “I messed up, Beatrice. I messed up.”

Beatrice strolled over closer to him and took a seat. Never in her four years of working for him had she seen him so downcast. He looked like he was about to have a breakdown.

“Am I a bad person?” he asked her.

“Well, Suh...”

“Be honest with me, Beatrice.”

“I think you’re harsh wit’ certain peoples,” she told him. “You’ve always treated me kind, and I ‘preciate that, but you treat lil’ Mrs. Gabrielle like she has a plague. And she’s such a sweet girl.”

“She is a sweet girl,” he admitted.

“Don’t think I heard you correctly,” Beatrice said, sounding bewildered.

“I said she’s a sweet girl,” he repeated, covering his face with his hands. “Did you know what she did for my Father?”

“What do you mean?”

“You remember when my Father was sick?”

“Yes, when he needed the bone marrow and y’all boys were all rallying fuh matching donors. I ‘member that.”

Dilvan nodded. “Gabrielle was a match,” Dilvan said, swallowing hard. He dared not cry. “My Father is alive because of her, and I hurt her. I hurt her, Beatrice, because I was upset with my Mother and I took it out on Gabrielle when all she ever tried to do was love me.” Dilvan’s face turned a shade of red. He hid his face in shame, then stood up, walked down the stairs, out onto the dark beach.

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