Chapter 146 - One Hundred And Forty-six : The Story Of How It Began (2/2)

That decision to hand my daughter over to her was my worst mistake but during that period, I just wanted to be free from her.

Being with Kay those months were hell on earth, I couldn't express my thoughts and opinion in fear of upsetting her. Her hysteria could last from any minute to an hour; it was always exhausting calming her down.

We separated eventually and my joy knew no bounds. All those times she had been suffocating me, it was so hard to breathe but now, the air had returned to my lungs.

From that day onward I swore off love, deciding never to give this heart to any woman ever again. Women were nothing but playthings and so my womanizing days began officially.

I became addicted to the taste of freedom after so many years of bondage, yet still didn't forget my responsibility to my daughter.

Though I was granted visiting rights by the court but each time I visited, my ex-wife wouldn't let me see her.

”You don't deserve to be her father, if you really love her, you would give her a complete family”

Sadly for Kay after our divorce, I became wise and knowledgeable to her wiles. It was as if the scale covering my eyes previously fell off and my eyes were open to realize my wife was a good manipulator.

That tricky woman tried to guilt-trip me into accepting her back but that was never happening, I left.

Knowing I would try to reach our daughter through school and playtime with other kids, Kay homeschooled Isabella and never once made her leave her side.

Then I began to hear odd news that she was crazy, I was worried over my daughter - a crazy woman wasn't fit to be the mother of my child.

With the influence of my family, I took Isabella away from Evan's. Yet it didn't go well, Isabella was so used to her mother that she came down with illness the first night she spent with us.

Kay's parents came pleading the next day for us to return their granddaughter- Isabella was the only thing keeping the rest of kay's sanity intact.

I refused but Adam changed my mind coupled with the fact the girl wouldn't stop asking about her mother.

Isabella returned to her and in exchange, I received more time to spend with my daughter whenever I visited.

Of course, her maneuvers never ended even to the extent of lying about our daughter's health and all, yet didn't give in until one day.

On the day of the deal with Sakuzi, for some unknown reasons, I had a bad premonition and a strong urge to visit my daughter.

But when I reached kay's manor that night, we had an intense argument. She questioned me about my recent relationship with a celebrity-I couldn't quite remember her name anymore.

I reminded her that she didn't have the right to question my personal life since we weren't together anymore.

After saying good night to my daughter, I drove off to the secret location with no idea that Kay had sneaked into the booth of my car - she probably thought I was going to see one of my lovers.

In the warehouse we had chosen, the transaction was going well until the siren sounded; the police were here.

Sakuzi, thinking I had betrayed him, opened fire on us thus, a shootout began.

I was busy defending and protecting my men when I saw it, Kay came out of her hiding place.

Everyone happened in slow motion:

”Niklaus! ” She had yelled my name amid the heated altercations with Sakuzi and his men.

”Get the hell on the floor!” I instructed her while dodging the bullets flying from all directions.

But that crazy woman shook her head instead and started towards me and I watched it happen, she got caught in the crossfire.

A bullet fired by Sakuzi's eldest son shot her straight in the heart - an instant kill.

I froze, shock, and disbelief washing over me as I watched Kay Evans slump to the ground.

”No! ” I roared.

In that moment of anger, I lifted my gun and shot back at him; Kay's murderer.

That was how it all began, the bad blood with Sakuzi.

After Kay's burial, her family released Isabella who I handed over to my father; the guilt of her mother's death couldn't allow me to stare at her face.