John's POV
I walked inside my house angrily, but quietly. I heard Cynthia talking in the living room. I quietly walked to where she was, and I saw her talking on the telephone with her back to me.
"Edward, I'm sorry, but you can't take Julian away from me," she said angrily. "No—no, you can't! Julian is my son, not yours!"
She paused, and opened her mouth to say something.
"Look, Edward, Julian may be your son, but John is legally the father of Julian. He may not be Julian's biological father, but I married him! I married John instead of you!" she said. "It was a mistake for me to have sex with you! Sto—stop it, Edward!"
A surprised look came to my face. What? Julian isn't my real son? I listened to the conversation quietly with an angry feeling inside me.
"I do not want to discuss about it, Edward," she said coldly. "Goodbye, and don't you dare call me again!" She violently hung up the phone, and turned around. She yelped when she saw me, and she rested her hand on her chest.
"Oh, John, you startled me!" she said.
"What's wrong with Julian, Cyn?" I asked her with a serious look on my face.
"Nothing's wrong with Julian," she said calmly. "Why?"
"Then what were talking with Edward?" I asked her, and she didn't answer me.
"Cynthia, am I Julian's father?" I asked her with a serious look on my face, but with an impatient voice.
"Of course, you are!"
"Am I his biological father?" I demanded.
She didn't answer.
"Answer me, Cynthia! Am I his fucking biological father?" I asked her angrily, and held her arms tightly on my palms.
Tears streamed down her face, and she looked at me with sad eyes. "You didn't use contraception's, John," she said after a short pause.
"I remembered that I did use contraception's, Cynthia!" I said angrily. "What did you do when I went to Hamburg, Cyn? Did you see other man? Did you sleep with another man? Did you sleep with that Edward prick?"
She bit her lower lip tightly, and more tears streamed down her face. She began to sob, but I didn't let her go.
"I was lonely, John," she said with a sigh. "You were gone for a long time, and I missed making love with you."
I rolled my eyes, and looked at her with anger in my eyes.
"You should've been careful, Cynthia," I said. "You should've been fucking careful! You really did get me to believe you that Julian is my fucking real son!"
I let go off her, and started to walk away, but she stopped me by holding my wrist tightly around her palm.
"Oh, John! I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.
I looked at her angrily. Why didn't she tell me about it in the letters, which she sent to me when I was away in Hamburg? Why didn't she fucking tell me?
"Why didn't you fucking tell me, Cyn? Why didn't you tell me about it in those letters you sent me while I was away?" I demanded.
She cried harder. I forgot how much I hated seeing her cry. I sighed, and rolled my eyes.
"Answer me, Cynthia!" I said harshly.
"I was scared," she said through her cries. "I was scared that you wouldn't understand!"
A river of tears dropped from her eyes. "I'm sorry, John," she said, and reached to hug me.
I scoffed, and walked away from her. "Sure, you are," I said, and walked towards the door.
"John," she said as I opened the door, "where are you going?"
"Away from you," I said, and walked out of the house. I left her crying alone in that house.
I walked down the street angrily, and it didn't matter to me if it would rain or not, because I was too angry to care. And now that Cynthia had an affair, I should have one, too. But with whom? Prudence is no longer available—but I can get her, because I am John fucking Lennon! But…how should I get her back? Send her flowers, write her the most beautiful poetry, or send her love letters? That sounded much like how Paul would do.
I walked farther, and apparently, I didn't attract any fans. Of course, I didn't. Those girls are still at school! Suddenly, I heard someone crying my name. I turned around, and saw Prudence walking down the street (gracefully) while calling my name.
"John! John! John!"