Forbidden Dance: Will She Forgo Her Marriage for a Lifetime of Happiness? Read Online Free

perfect marriage, yet you break up mine. Is there any place you know where they renounce parents?”
    His mum’s hands flew to cover her mouth.
    “Your son is a beautiful child. When you get to know him, you’ll thank us for taking him in. Don’t come blaming your mum and me. You never stayed home long enough to make your marriage work in the first place,” his dad fired.
    “You know damn well I was working. And what I do is important.”
    Wyatt spread wide his hands. “You have a weird way of showing your love for a woman you all but abandoned. We only finished the job you began.” If only there was a way he could undo the past.
    “Right now, I regret ever letting you anywhere near my wife and my marriage. It is the biggest mistake of my life. And I won’t make the same mistake twice. You may not see me again for a long time. Goodbye dad. Goodbye mum.”
    “Kyle!” his mum screamed at his retreating back. “I’m sorry.”
    “Kyle!” his dad called.
    He drove home in a daze. Too wound up to eat, Kyle brought out the bible given to him by the clergyman. At first, he simply held the book to his chest and wept. The tears were for his misplaced priorities, his unbelievable folly, his devious-minded parents and his wrecked marriage.
    Indeed, life dealt him assorted cards and he foolishly shuffled them out of his hands. He had made so many bad decisions in his marriage. Although, Alero had pushed him away now and again with her jealousy and insecurity, it was not a good enough excuse to neglect her the way he had.
    Can I blame her?
    She was only seeking his attention. Now she had left him, he suddenly understood how badly she had needed him to be here. Every sound echoed in the mansion. How isolating. She had begged him to invite her brothers from Warri to keep her company. Out of pride and selfishness, he had put off the decision.
    He opened the bible and read until he lost track of time. If there was a God up there, he needed him now.
    Hours later, he prayed with his heart and soul. “If you help me find Alero, and you help us work through our many problems, and you return her home, I’ll serve you all the days of my life.”
    Do it for me dear God, please.
    His phone rang.
    He checked the name flashing past the screen. It was his assistant director.
    “What is it, Dickson?”
    “Everything okay over there? You dashed off as if your home was on fire.” His friend laughed.
    “My home is on fire, Dickson. There’s nothing cheerful about it.”
    “Oh Kyle. I’m sorry to hear that. I had no idea. I was only mucking about.”
    “I’m not going to return to LA for some time. Watch my back, buddy. Complete the project. Make up an excuse to the client. I need to sort out my life.”
    “You sound devastated, Kyle. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
    “Don’t know where I’m going to start from yet. But I must believe in hope. Will keep you posted.”
    Before he rang off, his friend added, “If you need my help with anything, let me know. And, don’t do anything silly.”
    He nodded.
    I wish you had said that years ago, Dickson. “Thanks pal.”

Five
     
    It had been over a month since Alero relocated to Casablanca. The choice of moving to North Africa was to guarantee her husband’s deep search party never found her. And with her maternal grandparents from next door in Algeria, she felt safe. Although she had never visited them, she had their address, if the need arose.
    Alero had bought a rundown relic one-storey building on the outskirts of the main city. She found it as she drove by one hot afternoon. She got help from one local builder, and other artisans to restore the building to its former glory. The workers had finished painting and she was almost done with decorating it to her taste.
    Casablanca was a lively city. Arabs poured out from every corner. The black community was small. It suited her very well. A place to get lost, where no one recognized her or knew her past.
    A knock sounded