Chapter 77


    Read The Trap Of Ace By Eva Zahan Chapter 77 – Thest time I saw him was at the police station.


    After that night, Ace handed him over to the police for trying to force himself on me. And as much as that


    night managed to send a shiver down my spine for months after that, I pressed down on my grudge


    against him and thought rationally. Yes, what he did was wrong, but he was drunk at that moment. Not


    that it gave him any excuse to do that to me, but I decided to let things end and requested Ace to


    withdraw hisint.


    Even I did wrong to him, though it was nothingpared to the deed he tried to do. But for the sake of


    our years of friendship, I decided to let him out after fifteen days of his j**l, much to Ace’s dismay. He


    wanted him to rot behind the bars forever.


    Even though he apologized for his actions endlessly, I had told him to stay away from me and not to try


    to reach out in any way.


    But here he was today, probably with his fiance. I just hoped Ace wouldn’t see him here.


    The woman beside me stood up and he rushed to her side immediately, before turning to me again.


    ncing at my bump, a soft smile etched on his face.


    “How are you doing, Em… I mean, Emerald.” He cleared his throat awkwardly.


    I nodded. “Good.”


    I didn’t say anything else as he fidgeted in his ce. “And… Achilles?”


    “Great.”


    “This is my fiance, Sarah,” he said, making that woman smile at me. The look in her eyes told me she


    knew more than just about my designs.


    “Hi, I- uh, I wanted to introduce you myself, but I didn’t know how you would react. Warner told me so


    much about you that I feel like I know you for years!”


    My eyes cut Warner. “Then he must have told you the reason behind our distance now?”


    Guilt shed over his eyes as he looked down in shame. Sarah squeezed his hand.


    “Yes, he told me everything.” Her voice came out soft. “You don’t know what guilt he was going through


    for years. He still curses that night. I can’t say he deserves your forgiveness, but he’s extremely sorry,


    Emerald. Nothing can justify his act, but it was not him. The alcohol, the anger, the jealousy and his


    heartbreak made him react like that. You knew him for years, he isn’t that person.”


    “I’m so sorry, Em!” Warner took a step forward, eyes pleading. “I know you hate me. But please, maybe


    for the sake of the friendship we had, forgive me? I don’t want any ce in your life again, I lost the right


    to be your friend again, but at least say that you forgave me. It’ll be easier to live thinking that my best


    doesn’t hate me anymore.”


    Something clenched in my heart. The b**n in my eyes made me look away. Even after the hatred, I had


    missed his presence in my life. He was my best friend after all. Even deep down, I knew he wasn’t the


    person I met that night.


    But sometimes, if a rtionship is broken, it can’t be fixed. So we better stay away from each other.


    “I know that wasn’t you, Warner. That’s why I made Ace let you out of j**l. Honestly, I don’t really hate


    you, I never did. But yes,” I looked at him in the eye, “the hurt you gave me that night, I can’t forget it so


    easily. Yes, I can forgive you for that night. It’s been years after all. But don’t expect me to be all nice and


    friends with you. We’ll be the way we have been for years.”


    When I said I would forgive him, a light of hope had lit in his eyes. But as soon as I finished my talk, it


    died down.


    “Em…” He let out a sigh before nodding. “Thank you. At least I’ll get your forgiveness. But I will always


    hope that maybe someday, we could be friends again.”


    “Maybe.” ncing at Sarah, I shed a small smile. “All the best for your future.”


    “Thanks,” she nodded as a small smile tugged up Warner’s lips.


    ***


    When the car screeched to a halt, I looked out of the window.


    School hours were over. So most of the kids were out in the yground, running and skipping around.


    Some were leaving with their respective parents.


    “Don’t you think joining the football team will add more pressure on his shoulders? He already has his


    studies and swimming lessons to take care of,” Ace grumbled for the third time since our son informed us


    that he was taking a part in the football team.


    I smiled. “Don’t worry, he can take care of all of them.”


    I was thankful that Warner and Sarah left for their turn for check up before Ace showed up. Otherwise I


    was sure Warner wouldn’t be going home today, which was now in this city, he would be on the hospital


    bed instead.


    He gave a slow nod. “He’s my son after all.”


    Only his son?


    I raised my brow. “I didn’t remember it was you who gave birth to him.”


    A husky chuckle reverberated through his chest. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against mine. “Yeah, but


    I was the one who made you pregnant.”


    Letting out a huff, I scrambled out of the car. “Yeah, but I was the one who carried him for nine months in


    my womb and gave birth to him. So he’s my son.”


    Rounding the car, he strode to me, wrapping a possessive arm around me. “Our son.”


    And that broke out a grin on my face.


    “Let’s go and meet his teacher now. He must be waiting for us.”


    Nodding my head, I let him guide me into the school where we met Archer’s teacher, with Archer present


    in the office.


    “Don’t worry at all, Mr. Valencian. He’s very good at whatever he does, be it studies, swimming or


    football. I’m sure he can manage it all without hampering his studies,” assured Mr. Devaski from the


    other side of his desk.


    “We know that. But still, we don’t want to ce much pressure on him, you know? He’s just a kid,” I said,


    ncing at our son, who stood straight beside the desk.


    At my addressing him as a ‘kid’, an almost non visible crease formed between his brows.


    I bit back my smile.


    At just eight, he was much more mature and quiet than most of the kids of his age. To say, he was just


    like his father. He liked to keep to himself, wouldn’t share any of his thoughts unless it was necessary


    and tends to observe everything quietly. Not only did he have his father’s characteristics, he got his looks


    too. Same dark hair, grey eyes and facial features. But when Ace had stormy grey eyes, his were slightly


    smoldering.


    I sometimes feared that he was missing out his childhood due to his being serious most of the time. He


    didn’t even have many friends other than Raphael, Tess and Caleb’s son and Calvin, another boy in his


    ss. That was it.


    “Rest assured, Mrs. Valencian, we’ll be making sure we don’t give him much load,” Mr. Devaski said.


    “Good, make sure to stick to your words. I don’t want my son to suffer in any way,” Ace warned, pinning


    the middle-aged man with his sharp gaze.


    That poor man fidgeted on his chair, clearing his throat. “Sure, Mr. Valencian. Don’t worry about that.”


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    Ace gave a curt nod. “Anyways, how’s his studies going? I hope he’s on his best behavior?”


    Archer sneaked a nce at his father, not saying a word.


    Mr. Devaskiughed. “Oh, his studies are good. He’s a genius in every subject. His behavior is also


    good, except…” he drawled out, casting a look at Archer.


    “Except?” Ace titled his head.


    “Except the asional res he sends to his teachers.” He let out an awkwardughter as Archer did


    the same thing he was used of. His narrowed eyes fixed on Mr. Devaski. “But it’s alright. Kids can


    have tantrums sometimes. I can understand.”


    My eyes widened. “Archer? Is that true?”


    He didn’t say anything, just removed his gaze from his teacher. His posture was too proud to be sorry for


    his behavior at all.


    “Young man?” At Ace’ voice, he turned to his father, as obedient as ever.


    I got jealous of Ace sometimes that he had more control over our son than I had. But at least Archer


    respected and feared his father which was good.


    “What am I hearing? Is it true? If it is, then may I know the reason for your behavior?”


    Mr. Devaski watched Archer from behind his sses that fell in the middle of his nose.


    “They waste my time asking irrational questions,” was his short answer, tone polite.


    Ace nodded. “Then it’s understandable,” saying, he stood up, buttoning up his coat. My mouth fell open


    at this. “You have anything else to say Mr. Devaski?”


    That poor man closed his mouth that opened followed by mine at Ace’ response, and nodded his head.


    “N-no, Mr. Valencian. That was all. Hope to see you soon at our annual sports day.”


    Giving a curt nod, Ace wrapped an arm around me and ushered us outside; Archer followed closely


    behind.


    Once outside, I shrugged his arm away and stomped inside the car. After they piled in, I red at both of


    them. Both of them didn’t meet my eye.


    “Then it’s understandable? Really Ace? Howe that is understandable? He can’t be just rude to his


    teachers!” I fumed, cing a hand on my stomach.


    I didn’t say anything before Mr. Devaski to avoid creating a scene. But I just couldn’t let it go.


    “Rx, Rosebud. Don’t worry, he won’t be rude to them anymore,” saying, he grabbed my hand. But I


    snatched it away, making him grimace.


    “I don’t mean to be rude. But they always ask stupid questions and talk like I’m a two years old kid who


    doesn’t know anything,” Archer grunted from the back seat.


    “They’re your teachers. They do what’s best for you. So don’t say like they’re stupid. They know what


    they’re doing.” My tone came out hard.


    “But…”


    “Archer,” warned Ace, sending a sharp look through the rearview mirror. “Apologize to your mother.


    Didn’t I tell you not to talk back with her? If it’s your mistake, then apologize. Don’t argue.”


    He went quiet, before mumbling, “I’m sorry.”


    I looked out of the window, still mad at his behavior. He even didn’t go along with the other kids in his


    ss. In his opinion, they were too annoying for his liking.


    When I didn’t say anything, a small hand caught my wrist softly. Turning around, I found his smoldering


    grey eyes watching me in hope that I would forgive him.


    “I’m sorry, Mom. It won’t happen again.”


    A sigh left me. How could I stay mad at him for so long when he would look at me with these eyes?


    “I’m sorry too,” said his father. “Are we forgiven?”


    At this, a smile curved up my mouth. “Yes, but make sure not to repeat it, Archer.” Then I looked at my


    man. “And you too, don’t encourage him with his mistakes.”


    “Done. Thank you, baby. Let’s go now.” Kissing my hand, he ruffled Archer’s hair which he didn’t


    appreciate at all, before driving off.


    Sighing, I leaned back against the seat. Though I let this matter go for now, I’d have to talk to both of


    them about it, especially Ace. Archer’s behavior worried me.


    I just wanted him to be more carefree, to be yful just like the other kids at his age.


    At a squeeze on my hand, I nced at Ace. His dark eyes met mine.


    “I’m starving. I hope you’re ready to feed me,” he said, in his deep husky voice which sent a shiver down


    my spine. I very well knew which hunger he was talking about.


    My eyes went to the mirror where our son was sitting quietly, watching the passing road, unaware of his


    father’s double meaning and with a too proud stance to say that he wasn’t feeling even a little guilty of


    his ring at his teachers.


    I shook my head.


    I didn’t know what I would do with these two stubborn Valencian men.


    They got on my nerves sometimes. But then, they were the best things that ever happened to me. And I


    loved them with everything I had.


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