Divorced Heiress
Chapter 62

The driver stopped at the private airport where my father's private jet was waiting, ready to take us back to Paris, my home.

Abby, Maga, Tristan, and I were the last to arrive, as my friend wanted to take the longest route to take one best look at the streets of New York, as it was uncertain when she would visit the city again, since we would be extremely busy with the collaboration project upon our return. Maga, who was in the passenger seat, was the first to get out of the van and took Tristan's things before walking away. Abby and I took longer to get out, as my friend was touching up her makeup and asked me to wait for her, while she kept talking incessantly about how cold and indifferent Vincent was to her since she dared to kiss him. He didn't speak to her again, unless it was for relevant matters, which amounted to a couple of occasions when he asked her about some company documents.

-Tell me, you're his cousin, you know him better, why does he reject me? Don't I appeal to him? Am I too horrible for him? Tell me, Tony, am I horrible?- Abby asked the driver directly about her appearance, and the middle-aged man looked at her through the rearview mirror, hiding a amused smile, and shook his head.

-Of course not, Miss Dubois, you are very beautiful, anyone would have their eyes on you.- Tony gave Abby words of encouragement, but that wasn't enough for her, her bad expression continued to overshadow her usual cheerful face.

-Anyone except the ogre Lefevbre. Anyway, thank you for your honesty, Tony, I hope to see you again in the future.- Abby said goodbye to the driver and got out of the car after regaining her usual smile.

As for me, I said goodbye and thanked him for his services, I got out alongside Tristan and walked, holding as little hand so that he would walk with me.

I didn't see anyone else but Paul and Vincent outside the jet, so I assumed the rest were already in their seats.

Both men had stern faces and apparently did not exchange words, the atmosphere was so tense and knew it was because Vincent was trying to confront Paul, but I couldn't do anything, it was best to stay quiet and avoid the slightest communication with him. Abby arrived first to them and after greeting Paul and blatantly ignoring Vincent, she boarded the pla she were a celebrity. I swallowed the laughter that was about to come out, as well as the anger I was feeling in this moment throughout my body, having

Paul a few meters away as if he hadn't done something so cruel and perverse.

Still, I didn't show that I knew more than he thought and greeted him after he smiled at Tristan before taking him in his arms.

-I'm sorry for the delay, is anyone missing?- I asked Vincent, who approached me protectively after greeting Paul.

-It was just the two of you missing, in fact, they're already inside...- Paul replied for Vincent, and I interrupted him before he could continue speaking, feeling annoyed just by listening to him.

-What are we waiting for? Let's go in.- I took Tristan's small body to remove him from Paul's arms, it was not comfortable for me for him to hold him, not even for a minute, much less for him to enter the plane with him. However, Tristan refused to come back with me and clung to Paul's neck with his little arms.

-Mom, I'm going with Papaul.- My son's childlike voice left me frozen, I no longer found it cute or anything resembling that for him to call him that.

Before I could refuse, Vincent extended his hand, pointing to the entrance of the plane to Paul.

-Go ahead, go ahead.- I looked at Vincent in disbelief and he winked at me as if to keep calm, which seemed impossible, but Paul went up to the jet so quickly that I didn't have time to refuse. -What are you doing? Have you forgotten who my son is with?- I said to him, a mixture of annoyance and concern. Vincent appeared so unperturbed, even a half-smile adorned his face.

- First, Paul will not have a chance to harm Tristan on the Jet, and second, I want to see with my own eyes how much fatherhood influences and if he is worthy of being in the same Jet as us.-

After saying that, I couldn't be more confused than at that moment. I didn't understand what he meant by fatherhood. Did he think I was going to let Paul play the role of a father? He'd gone crazy. Never. -Get on, we're late.- Vincent made me move forward, without giving me a chance to speak or ask questions.

-You've completely lost it, he is not the father of my child, how do you think fatherhood that doesn't exist and will never exist will influence him? Not even in his dreams. I won't let my son stay in his arms for another second and...- I didn't stop complaining for a second as I got on the Jet, but my words were left hanging in the air, unable to believe what my eyes were seeing.

- Suddenly, Vincent's words made sense to me and I understood why he allowed Paul to take my son as if it weren't a problem, as if we didn't have enough suspicions about him. My body froze and I felt my legs weaken when I saw a pair of honey-colored eyes looking at Paul with disdain and anger. I glanced at my cousin over my shoulder, wanting to know if he was seeing the same thing as me or if the persistent headache was making me hallucinate, but his smile and satisfied look made me understand that no, it wasn't a hallucination.

-Who are you to tell me what to do with Tristan?- Paul asked halfway, where he had stopped thanks to the robust, expensively dressed man blocking his path.

-I don't think we've been properly introduced. I am Tristan's father, now let him go.- His cold voice gave me a shiver that ran through my body from head to toe. Anyone could feel truly intimidated, as if it were a death sentence, yet Paul remained impassive, as if he didn't care at all that Alexander was standing in front of him, showing his overprotective fatherly side, and regardless of the fact that everyone was standing watching the scene without knowing what to say or do.

- What was Alexander Lancaster doing here?

-Daddy, this is Papa Ale.- Tristan's tender voice was the only thing that slightly diminished the tense atmosphere that had formed. Tristan was the only one who didn't realize the confrontation between both men and was even less aware of how poorly Alexander took the way he called Paul, although it was the way Tristan had gotten used to calling him since he started speaking.

Before the dispute continued, I approached Paul from behind and after tapping his shoulder, I gestured for him to give me my son. The last thing I wanted was for him to witness such an embarrassing scene in which he was involved.

-Paul, there's no need to bother taking Tristan.- I said quietly when I had him in my arms, and Paul hid his surprise at my words before giving Alexander a hateful look.

-Okay, Sari. I don't want to cause any problems. I'll be in my seat if you need anything.- Paul spoke as if he hadn't intentionally taken Tristan a moment ago to board the Jet and provoke Alexander, that was his intention, I knew it when I saw such a confrontation. I didn't respond to his words, but he still placed a kiss on my head and sat in the front seats, away from everyone, leaving a tense atmosphere. I turned my gaze to Alexander, who was now in front of me. His expression was unreadable, his honey eyes had a certain gleam, but I could tell he was still upset at seeing Paul with our son. Behind him were my parents, Abby, Jack, Maga, even Cristina, Alexander's assistant, and Julian Ferrer, who I only just noticed was surprisingly present on the Jet. Alexander opened his mouth to speak, but I cut off anything he was about to say.

- Mr. Lancaster, what are you doing here? - I asked with indifference and let go of Tristan when he lunged his small body towards Alexander and he welcomed him with pleasure, before reciprocating his son's warm embrace.

That scene managed to move me, but I hid it behind my expressionless face.

-Good morning, Sarah. I'm sorry for what happened...

-Daughter, I have asked both brand representatives to come with us, they are our guests. My father took a step forward, interrupting Alexander's words.

I raised an eyebrow, as I was not aware of the situation, Vincent didn't even tell me, although he referred to it a few minutes ago and I suspected it was what Paul wanted to tell me when I arrived but I didn't want to hear it for a second longer.

I looked at Julian, who was standing expressionless, and I felt embarrassed because he witnessed a scene that I could have prevented if I had been informed about it.

-Good morning, Mr. Ferrer, I apologize for what happened, I hope you feel comfortable. - I greeted the well-dressed man, ignoring Alexander only a little, and he gave me a smile without showing his teeth.

- Good morning, Ms. Doinel. You can be at ease, I feel very comfortable. I didn't know if he said it sarcastically or if he meant it, as he always had the same expression, you couldn't tell if he was angry or the opposite.

- Well, please take a seat, we have already delayed enough. I said so that everyone would return to their seats and stop looking at us as if they were expecting something else to happen.

I turned to Vincent and asked him to stay with Tristan for a moment, he accepted and took him away from Alexander's arms with an almost nonexistent smile, then he sat next to Maga.

Alexander was still standing, not moving an inch, and I gestured with my head for him to follow me away from everyone, where no one could overhear us.

When I stopped, I turned on my heels and looked at him with an unfriendly face.

I hope that now you can tell me in your own words, what are you doing here, Mr. Lancaster. I asked him the question in a low voice, without waiting for him to finish approaching.

- Mr. Doinel has already said it, he invited us last minute to come together to Paris, he's excited to show us the facilities and give us the first details of the project. If it wasn't that way, do you think I would come without an invitation, just like Mr. Ferrer? - He explained calmly, with a tone friendlier than the one he used with Paul.

I couldn't help but feel irritated with my father for doing such a thing without informing me first, he was being very generous with my ex-husband, and I knew that Julian's invitation was just to be prepared for the moment I asked about Alexander's presence. There was something else they didn't want to tell me.

- What have you been talking about with my father? Because he's not the kind of person who can back down, especially with you.- I replied annoyed but calm. - Couldn't you take a separate flight and meet my father there? Wasn't it true that you were going to move to Paris?-

Alexander smiled when he heard my questions and looked towards the seats before looking at me as if he found it amusing. - Are you mocking me, Mr. Lancaster?-

- Why are you so upset? Can't you stand my presence for a few hours? What makes you think I won't keep my word? Just so you know, once I'm in Paris, I won't come back to New York unless there is an emergency that requires my presence. I don't know if you've forgotten something you liked so much about me, Sarah. What I say or propose, I fulfill it. -

My body tensed at hearing that, and when I wanted to deny it, he continued. - I'm not mocking you, it's just that... - He paused briefly and the corners of his lips lifted slightly, as he took a step forward and brushed his long fingers against my hand. - This situation feels so familiar to me. You still look so beautiful when you get mad and try to hide it, but your flushed cheeks give you away, just like when you were my wife...-His hand went up to touch my right cheek, but I quickly moved away causing his words to hang in the air.

I felt my blood boiling in my system, and it was nothing but anger for what he was attempting.

Before ending the conversation and leaving his side to go to my seat, I looked at him without a hint of grace.

- Don't continue, Mr. Lancaster. I am no longer your wife.-