I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father -
Chapter 112: Use Him As His Puppet
Chapter 112: Use Him As His Puppet
The drive to Levi’s penthouse felt endless, each mile a tightening coil of anxiety in Chris’s chest. The familiar landscape blurred past, the city traffic and bright lights offering no distraction from his mind.
He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear gnawed at him, whispering insidious suggestions that Brett had to be wrong, that he was making a fool of him. After all, Brett was a crook who was not to be trusted.
But beneath the doubt, a burning ember of certainty refused to be extinguished. He had to know. He owed it to himself, to Brandon, and most importantly, he owed it to Levi.
He pulled up into the parking lot of the familiar luxury building and went in. He tried to be as invincible as possible, he pulled up his jacket’s collar and quickly walked into the elevator, avoiding the doorman’s inquisitive look.
When he got to the door, he considered opening the door since he knew the code but he thought better of it and rang the doorbell. The chime echoed through the house, and he could hear muffled footsteps approaching.
The door swung open to reveal Sutton , her face etched with lines that had not been there before. She looked tired, her eyes shadowed with a weariness that mirrored his own.
"Chris," she said, her voice flat, devoid of any warmth. "How lovely to see you, did you come to see how the mighty have fallen." *burp*
"Sutton," he replied, his voice equally strained. "I need to talk to you about something important."
She hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside, allowing him to enter. As he passed her, he caught a whiff of alcohol and Sutton’s unwashed body, it was clear that she was not doing well. The living room was dimly lit, the air thick with the stale scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol. Empty wine glasses littered the coffee table, and an open bottle of red wine sat beside them.
Sutton’s disheveled appearance and the state of the room painted a clear picture. She was drunk. Chris had never seen her look as disheveled and out of control as she did.
"What do you want, Chris?" she slurred, her words slightly blurred. She stumbled slightly as she walked towards the sofa and collapsed onto it, gesturing for him to sit in the armchair opposite.
He remained standing, his gaze fixed on her. "It is about Brandon," he said, his voice firm.
Sutton’s expression hardened. "Brandon? What about him?"
He changed his mind and sat on the armchair, leaning close to Sutton and speaking earnestly.
"I need to know... I need to know if I am his father."
The words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken implications. Sutton stared at him, her eyes narrowing, a cruel smile slowly spreading across her face.
"You?" she scoffed, a harsh laugh escaping her lips. "You think that you could be Brandon’s father? Don’t be so ridiculous, please."
Chris felt a surge of anger, but he forced himself to remain calm. "I have reason to believe I might be," he said, his voice measured. "I need you to be honest with me, Sutton."
She took a long swig from her wine glass, her eyes never leaving his. "Honest? You want honesty? Fine. Here is some honesty for you, pal. You could never be Brandon’s father. Not in a million years."
Her words hit him like a physical blow. He felt his stomach clench, his breath catching in his throat and for a moment he wondered why he felt so hurt. Would it not be better if Brandon was not his son? That would absolve him of the guilt.
"Why do you say that?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "After all, we did... do it."
Sutton let out another harsh laugh and stood up, walking clumsily towards him before leaning close to him and drenching him in the fumes of her drunkenly. "Is that why you are here Chris, you want me to make love to you again?"
Chris stood up and pushed her away, causing her to fall back on the sofa. "That was a mistake that must never repeat itself." He said angrily as he looked at her.
Sutton stared at him slyly, then said. "That is not what you said that day." She whispered. "You told me that you loved me."
"Just answer my question!" He demanded sharply. "Why do you say that i could never be Brandon’s father?"
"Because it’s the truth," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You were never good enough. You were never strong enough and my body would never accept the seed of a man without pedigree. You were never the man that Levi was."
The words Sutton drunkenly said stung. It was a constant reminder of his perceived inadequacy, a wound that Sutton seemed determined to keep open. She had told him that they could never be because he had nothing, he was the son of nobody.
"I am not asking about Levi," he said, his voice rising. "I am asking about Brandon. I deserve to know the truth."
"The truth is," Susan said, leaning forward, her eyes glinting with malice, "you betrayed Levi. You betrayed him in the worst possible way. And now you want to come and claim to be Brandon’s father after all this time? You are simply pathetic."
"I am not claiming anything," Chris retorted, his anger finally boiling over. "I just want a DNA test. That’s all I’m asking for. This has gone on for too long and it is time to end this."
Sutton threw her head back and laughed, a loud, mocking sound that echoed through the room. "A DNA test? You think that I am going to give you a DNA test? You are dreaming. You will never get one. You are going have to live with it, Chris. You will have to live with the fact that you betrayed Levi, and you will never know if you are Brandon’s father. That’s your punishment." Her eyes glinted evilly.
Chris stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the raw hatred in her eyes, the deep-seated resentment that had festered for years. He realized then that he was not going to get anything from her. She was determined to keep the truth from him, to use it as a weapon to inflict pain.
"You can’t do this, Sutton," he said, his voice trembling with anger and frustration. "This isn’t fair."
"Fair?" she sneered. "You talk about fair? You think it was fair what you did to Levi? You think it was fair to my son?"
"Can’t you see that there is no point holding unto Levi, he does not want you. He is in love with Lyse." Chris’s voice cracked.
Sutton stiffened and stared balefully at him. "Levi is mine and no one else! We are tied together by a son and nothing can separate us."
Chris realized that there was no point in arguing with Sutton. She was too drunk, too consumed by her own bitterness to listen to reason. He felt a wave of despair wash over him. He had come here hoping for answers, hoping for some semblance of closure, but he had found only more pain and confusion.
He turned to leave, his shoulders slumping in defeat. As he reached the door, he heard Sutton’s laughter echoing behind him, a cruel, mocking sound that cut him to the core.
He stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of her laughter still ringing in his ears. He felt a mixture of anger, frustration, and a deep sense of emptiness. He had come here seeking the truth, but he had been met with nothing but lies and hatred.
He knew he could not give up. He had to find a way to know the truth, to finally know if Brandon was his son. But for now, he had to live with the gnawing uncertainty, the weight of Sutton’s words pressing down on him like a physical burden.
He wondered what he would do if Brandon was indeed his son, it would definitely destroy his relationship with Levi, he would never forgive the betrayal. He was damned. Brett was the wrongest person to have the sort of information he claimed to have.
He got into his car, started the engine, and drove away from Sutton, leaving behind the apartment, the laughter, and the woman who held the key to his past, present, and perhaps, his future.
The drive home was a blur. He barely registered the road, his mind replaying the scene with Sutton over and over again. Her mocking laughter echoed in his ears, her words like daggers twisting in his heart.
He knew one thing for sure: this wasn’t over. He wouldn’t let it be. He would find a way to get the answers he needed, no matter the cost. And when the answers came, he would deal with whatever the consequences were.
The only important thing was that, he could not let Brett use him as his puppet.
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