Chapter 30

Maeve's POV

I quickly followed behind Michael who lead us into our bed room where he held the door open for me but as soon as I walked through, the door slammed shut. The sound startled me a little but at least I can be sure I was fully awake by now.

However, Michael wasn't angry, no, he was... hurt.

My gaze followed him walking over to the edge of the bed where his body collapsed. In one quick motion he threw his shades across the room before burying his face in his hands. He started crying.

It wasn't the first time I saw Michael cry but it was definitely the first time I saw him this hurt, this broken.

The sight of him this devastated was enough to make me tear up but I tried to pull myself together as I walked over to where he was sitting. When I kneeled down, I hesitated to touch him, but I eventually put my hand on top of his while waiting for his reaction.His hand squeezed mine and he let his body slide down to the ground, immediately wrapping his arms around me, hugging me tight.

My arms naturally found their way around his body as he continued sobbing into my neck with me softly stroking his back which didn't seem to calm him down, so I tried what he does with me. I started humming a melody. The same melody, he uses to calm me. 'Maeve's song' the song no words, probably our song and as I continued humming, I felt his breathing become calmer and calmer.

When I felt him loosening the grip on my body, I forced him to look at me. With my thumb I wiped away the wet spots under his eyes that weakly stared back at me

"Are you in pain? Is it your scar again?" my voice was quiet and calm.

His head shook lightly and by the look on his face I could tell that he wanted to say something but hesitated so I let him take the time he needed while I grabbed his hands.

A deep sigh left Michael's mouth before our eyes met again and he spoke. "It's all lies, nothing but lies, lies, lies and what for? Money, of course, but if this goes public it's going to ruin me!"

The confusion was written all over my face. "Michael, what are you talking about? Is there another rumor going around?"

"All I ever wanted was to give... give my time, make everyone happy and share some of the love I have left to children that need it! But the press would always find something negative to say about that. I didn't mind, it hurt, yes, but I did it for the children... I could never harm a child, I would never ever touch a child."

"Micha-"

"The Police opened a criminal investigation on me..." he interrupted me, his eyes burning into mine as my mind was slowly trying to process what he was saying.

"Okay" was all I could say before my mind went blank again, I kept staring at him. There was nothing I could think of, that Michael could've possibly done wrong. "What are they accusing you of?" I finally asked.

In an unsteady voice and with teary eyes he answered "Child molestation".

*****

We spent the rest of the night talking about everything Michael initially wanted to keep from me. Why? Because he thought it would only add more stress to me and that I should concentrate on the pregnancy and our children.

Apparently Evan Chandler, Jordan's father, was the head behind all of this. Of course, I knew all of this wasn't true and I had no good feeling about Evan in the first place but Michael was right, this lie could ruin him.

Evan wanted Michael to pay 20 million dollars threatening to go to a criminal court but they couldn't reach an agreement. However, Michael did offer another great amount of money which then was refused by Evan and his lawyers.

My feelings towards this were completely mixed. I was angry, all Michael did was spoil Jordy and his family, shouldn't a father be happy that his child is happy? I was hurt, thinking about how Michael must feel about all this. He doesn't eat, he doesn't drink and I'm scared that this might destroy not only his image but him as a person.

"Mommy?" Nicolas' sweet voice brought me back to reality and I realized I was still holding his toy in my hands. I was supposed to change the batteries but got lost in my thoughts.

"I'm sorry" I quickly opened it and replaced the empty batteries with new one's before handing his racing car back to him. "Here you go!"

"Can I show daddy?" he asked me with excitement written all over his face as my gaze wandered to the locked bedroom door. Michael hasn't left the room since he returned home a few days ago.

"I know you want to see daddy but he's..." I paused to look into his big brown eyes, that reminded me so much of his father's. "Daddy isn't feeling well and you know when you don't feel well you get to stay in bed the whole day, so let's just let daddy rest for a little longer okay? How about you" I poked his chest. "Me and little Charlie go outside and you can show us your racing skills?"

He didn't seem too excited about my idea but eventually agreed.

"Go put on your shoes, I'll be there in a second!" I told him before heading into the kitchen where I had a vegetable soup on the stove for Michael. After quickly fixing him a plate, I walked over to our bedroom.

"Michael" I knocked.

No answer.

"I prepared you something to eat, I'll leave it in front of the door" I let him know.

This is how we've been communicating for days now, through the door with him barely answering.

"I'll take the kids outside for a while, maybe you want to join us for dinner later?.... they miss you, Michael... I'm not really sure what to tell them... never mind..." I waited for any kind of reaction.

Nothing.

"I love you, Michael. No matter what happens, I'll always stand beside you, I'll defend you till the day I die just please... don't shut me out..." my voice cracked as I pressed my forehead against the door with a single tear rolling down my face.

"Mommy!"

"Coming!" I yelled back, quickly wiping the tear away.

*****

"She did that on purpose!" Nicolas yelled while we were walking through the front door.

My clothes were soaking wet since I had to jump into the pool to 'save' his car that Charlotte drove into the water.

"No, she didn't. She's 2, she didn't understand what she was doing.... it's okay, it'll work again when it's dry, I'm sure!"

Nicolas was furious, I could tell by the way he looked at his little sister but before I could say anything else he stormed off.

"He'll get over it" I told Charlotte who just looked at me with her cute little eyes.

"Mama, ice cream?" she asked, causing me to giggle lightly.

"Yes, now that's a good idea" I grabbed her small hand and we proceeded to walk into the kitchen. On the way, I took a glance at our bedroom door, to check if Michael ate something but ass soon as I realized that the door was open, I stopped in my tracks.

"Charlie? Can you... um... go get Mr. Sparkles? I think he'd love to have some ice cream as well!" I bent down to her as I spoked and she nodded excitedly before running down the corridor to her room.

"Michael?" I called out while walking into our bedroom that was empty.

The bathroom and closet that were attached to our room were also empty.

"Mooommmyyyy" I heard Charlotte's voice and I walked into the kitchen. A letter with my name on it laid neatly folded on the kitchen counter making my heart sink.

Maeve,I'm sorry, I left without saying goodbye. I need some rest before continuing touring. I literally haven't slept in days. Please understand. Tell the kids I miss them and I love them. I need to be away from phones for a while and take care of my health. I'm crazy for you.Love, MJ