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🎶 'Cause most of these girls be confusing me
I don't know if they really love me
Or they using me 🎶

Chapter Seven

Jordan Francis wasn't normally someone that had gotten annoyed fast.

But today?

Chilé, today Solana had really pushed his limits.

It wasn't even intentional, and Jordan Francis here knew that although he still had to talk to her regardless in case things had gotten worse than before.

He was holding her hand quickly as he had led her into the kitchen:

Closing the door behind him, resting on it and folding his arms as well.

"What the hell, Solana?"

"I was panicking!"

She was even going to ask him why he wanted to talk to her- but she didn't need telling twice.

She had been kind of unknowingly lying to his parents and aunty about everything.

"How panicky were you?" Jordan Francis yelled. "Solana, you lied about everything! Does the truth embarrass you that much?"

What Solana had told them?

- She had retired.

- She had owned a nursery

- Her and Jordan Francis had met at university.

Solana did retire, because she was on maternity leave.

She didn't even mention that.

But even though she had gotten a miscarriage, she was too emotionally unstable to go back to being a singer because of the miscarriage.

After their honeymoon to Paris, then yeah definitely. She would have gone back to being a singer.

And Jordan Francis on the other hand would have gone back to being a Maths teacher.

The two of them had met each other at a café, not university.

And had Solana lied about what subject Jordan Francis had done, then Jordan Francis would have gotten into a lot of trouble for 'dropping his course'.

"Do you even know why I lied, Jordan Francis?"

No, he actually didn't.

He looked away from her, with his eyes wandering... then he focused his eyes on her again.

He shrugged.

"Because you hate the truth?"

"No!" She had whispered, coming to him. "I don't hate the truth at all! It's just when I told them how to pronounce my stage name... they hated it! And your mum hated my name because it sounded too much like scissors."

If shade was what Solana had gotten for speaking the truth and her mind then what was the point of everything?

Jordan Francis could have finally seen things from her perspective now.

Solana wanted to know if Jordan Francis was annoyed at her.

And yeah, he was.

At first.

But not anymore.

"Your parents hate me, Jordan Francis, this marriage isn't going to work out," Solana had sounded like she wanted to cry but she didn't. "I've ruined everything. You told me not to be someone I'm not, but I completely broke the rule, lying about everything and I don't ever think I can get out of this mess!"

The three rules for today were:

Don't chew loudly
Don't be someone you're not
Don't ask (too many) personal questions

These were huge turn offs for Jordan Francis' parents, hence why he had made the rules in the first place.

He had known all of this from past experiences.

Through when he had invited his past three girlfriends over.

Jordan Francis was so fed up of his wife talking badly about herself that he decided to silence her as she had ranted to him.

"I'm sorry Jordan Francis, I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Baby," he had told her, forcing her to look at him.

That was when he had realised how much taller he was than her (almost one and a half inches) even though he was younger than her by a year.

"Look. I don't care if my parents like you or not. They've got nothing on you. I'm still going to be your husband and you my wife regardless of what people think, okay?" He had confessed to her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

She loved that.

There was one problem though...

"Although if your parents don't like your spouse or significant other then isn't there normally a problem somewhere?"

He didn't even think of that.

That was a pretty good question.

"Yeah, I guess. But your significant other could be the sweetest person in the world like you and your parents could still find a way to hate them for some reason. If that's the case then that's on the parents, not you. You get where I'm coming from?"

She did.

Solana grinned when Jordan Francis had admitted to her that she had the sweetest soul.

Jordan Francis had said to her now give your husband a hug, which had happened for the longest time.

At the end of everything, Solana had thanked him with Jordan Francis saying no problem, then he had unlocked the door.

"Now, you go and tell my parents the truth now otherwise I'm getting a refund for this trip to Paris."

"You can't do that. It's non refundable."

"I'll find a way."

Wow, okay... so he was really serious about this.

Plus Jordan Francis' parents wanted to meet Solana to ensure that Jordan Francis wasn't marrying and going to Paris with some thug.

After Jordan Francis had unlocked the door, the two of them had gone back to the dining room, but was stopped due to another one of Ariella's grandchildren quintuplets interrupting them on the way.

His name was Salvador:

And he was crying because Euphoria from earlier had whacked him in the head with a fluffy pillow.

"Jordan Francis, Euphoria hit me with a pillow and she said that I look like a chicken!!"

Solana stifled her laughter but Jordan Francis on the other hand had rolled his eyes instead.

He had carried him, and he wanted to know more about this situation.

"Well, did you do anything to make Euphoria throw her pillow at you?"

Not that he was taking sides, but he didn't want to discipline his second niece without knowing what had really happened.

"She was making a castle with her Lego bricks and I accidentally knocked it over," he explained. "Then she threw her pillow at me!"

He had cried on Jordan Francis as he was carrying him, and speak of the devil- there came Euphoria herself.

She had asked Ariella for ice cream earlier but she had said no.

"Euphoria..."

The five year old had looked at Jordan Francis, shooting daggers at Salvador and the other way around.

"Say sorry to Salvador."

"No!" She had hollered at him. "He's an ugly mongoose!"

"You're an ugly mongoose!"

Then Salvador had gotten himself from Jordan Francis carrying him, with Jordan lowering him and they had yelled at each other.

Jordan Francis had told the oldest of them, aka 12 year old Rebecca to look after them.

She had nodded and she had taken them.

"Are they always like that?" Solana giggled.

"Let's not talk about that, just smile and wave."

They had smiled and waved at the other little children that Rebecca was calling to go with her, and they had passed them.

In the meantime, Ariella, Acacia and Raymond were still at the dining table, with Jordan Francis and Solana just arriving again.

Raymond had realised that they had taken a long time, with Jordan Francis saying to them that they had had some marital disputes.

"What? In the toilet?" Ariella asked Jordan, with her eyebrow raised.

The two of them were confused.

Then Jordan Francis had remembered that they had lied about where they were going.

"On the way back."

"About what?" Acacia wanted to know.

"It doesn't matter because it's sorted now," Jordan Francis lied, kindly opening the chair for Solana to sit on. "But what does matter is that Solana really has something to tell you guys."

They had all looked at her blankly and intently.

Solana freaked.

"Okay... what do you want to tell us, Solana?"

She didn't say anything, because she was extremely worried about how the three of them would have perceived her if she had explained to them that everything was a lie.

She froze.... with Jordan Francis realising this.

You can do it.

I can't!

She really couldn't, so Jordan Francis had sighed as he had explained everything to them.

Solana did retire, because she was on maternity leave.

She didn't even mention that.

But even though she had gotten a miscarriage, she was too emotionally unstable to go back to being a singer because of the miscarriage.

After their honeymoon to Paris, then yeah definitely. She would have gone back to being a singer.

And Jordan Francis on the other hand would have gone back to being a Maths teacher.

The two of them had met each other at a café, not university.

"We hope y'all understand that she lied."

Ariella and Raymond did, yes.

They had even apologised to her for being rude about her stage name.

Solana had forgiven them.

Acacia?

Not so much.

As in- she didn't accept the lies.

"Mum?" Jordan Francis fretted, gently waving his hand in front of Acacia's face to get her attention. "You okay?"

"So you lied the whole damn time?!"

That was unexpected, but yes.

She did.

If there was anything Acacia had hated after the devil himself, it was liars or people pretending to be someone they weren't.

Solana had explained to her that the only reason that she had lied was because she was afraid of the truth.

"I can't believe this! I was rooting for you over nothing!"

"Acacia- calm down. She already explained to you the situation." Raymond soothed, with Ariella nodding.

Although the word calm down must have meant something way different in Acacia's dictionary because she didn't calm down.

At all.

Only really doing the opposite.

"Oh please. That she devil didn't do nothing. Jordan Francis said everything because that witch couldn't do so herself!"

Then she had explained how she didn't want Jordan Francis to go to Paris with this stupid girl who couldn't even tell the truth.

Ariella and Raymond had agreed that that was way too harsh, with Solana eventually saying that she couldn't have taken this anymore.

She didn't cry but she did leave to go upstairs.

"What on Earth is wrong with you?" Jordan Francis had yelled at his mother after Solana had stormed upstairs. "You made her upset, are you happy?"

He was going to talk to her and comfort her later.

Of course he was, he didn't have a choice.

For now though?

He needed to know what had gotten into Acacia.

"And who do you think you're talking to with that tone?"

"You literally just upset my wife and made her go upstairs!" Jordan Francis had shouted, banging his hands on the table. "So I can talk to you in any tone I like you mother-"

Acacia slapped him.

There was silence.

For the longest ever time.

"I am not having this tone."

Jordan Francis didn't say anything, with the rest of them just watching him with solemn eyes.

He had then screamed that he had hated his mother.

And he couldn't have waited for the day she died.

Which hopefully was soon anyway.

Acacia was about to hurt him for it as he had gone upstairs to talk to Acacia, but Ariella and Raymond had stopped her.

"You need to calm down."

"I need to calm down?!" Acacia had bellowed at Raymond after he had said that. "My own son just wished death upon me!"

They were going to deal with that later.

But for now?

They needed to know what Acacia had against Solana.

Really needed to know what she had against Solana.

Aside from lying to them, Solana barely did anything wrong.

Some people just didn't notice a good thing even when it was literally right in front of them.