Ken’s POV:
Mirabelle has occupied my thoughts for the past two days. In my dreams, she was there, and while awake, her voice seemed to echo all around me.
I miss her!
When I called Father last night to tell him about Noah, he didn’t seem particularly angry about what had happened. Instead, he was more focused on seeing his dear son, Noah Sylvester, for the first time in five years.
Taking a deep breath, I got up from the side of my bed and walked to the table.
For reasons I couldn’t explain, a voice in my head urged me to call Noah. I needed to state my claim to let him know I was now his competition and that I was willing to go to great lengths to win Mirabelle back.
I quickly grabbed my phone from the table and dialed Noah’s number, holding onto a thread of hope that it was still in use.
Fortunately, the line rang, and my next prayer was that he would pick up.
And surprisingly he did.
“What do you want?” His voice came in, rudely.
“I guess an introduction is not needed?” I asked.
“It isn’t actually.” He concurred.
“Where are you?” I asked urgently.
“Why does that piece of information matter to you?”
Letting out a deep sigh. “It’s not necessary to answer my question with a question. Regardless, I called because I wanted us to meet. It’s really important.”
“I would have asked why, but it’s not important. Because I’m almost at the office, and to avoid any unnecessary scuffle, I can’t invite you to see me there. Also, while you may not understand the seriousness of work, I do. You know what I mean.”?” He asked, chuckling loud enough for me to hear.”
Normally, his laughter would have pricked my soul, but I was too preoccupied with a piece of the information he had just given.
Noah wasn’t at home, which meant…
“Excuse me,” I heard Noah say abruptly before ending the call.
But I wasn’t concerned about him at all.
I muttered to myself, “If Mirabelle is at home, then she must be alone. Which means that I can finally talk to her, maybe she’ll forgive me for old times’ sake…”
“And what? Accept you back?” I heard Mitchelle’s voice from behind me.
I turned around to see her standing by the door, arms wrapped around her torso.
“Are you really planning on seeing Mirabelle?” she asked, but I wasn’t willing to provide an answer to her question.
“I honestly thought everything you said about getting Mirabelle back last night was just the alcohol talking. I guess you’re really delusional,” She continued, but I remained determined to ignore her.
“I’ve decided to be completely honest with you about everything. So let me be blunt, you are poor, Ken, extremely poor. Please let any hope you have of rekindling old flames die. Mira would never leave someone as worthy, wealthy, handsome, and useful as Noah. For someone as raggedy, dirty, broke, and fucked up as you.”
Turning around, I slowly approached her. She noticed the anger in my eyes and took a step back each time I moved forward.
“W-hat are you trying to do? Do you want to hit me again? Go ahead and try it, and I’ll make sure you get arrested.” She threatened.
A slow smile spread across my face as I came to a stop just a few feet away from her…
“If you think Noah is so worthy, why don’t you go after him while I pursue Mirabelle? How does that sound?” I suggested.
“That’s where we differ. You see, unlike you, I’m not stupid-I actually know my boundaries. I’m not one of those obsessed and crazy girls who chase after things beyond their reach and end up killed because of it.” She responded.
“But you could push me into stealing your sister’s property, and you also stole her husband. If that’s not going after things beyond your reach, then I don’t know what is.”
So disgusting!
She suddenly burst into an irritating, sly laughter. “Do you really think you were out of my reach? Ken Sylvester, to me, you were the easiest and cheapest thing that I could get my hands on.”
I had no idea why her words hurt me so much-perhaps because they were true.
I was too easy, too cheap to persuade.
I didn’t even hesitate when she offered to help me.
“Mtch.” She hissed. “You need to stop thinking so highly of yourself because you will never be like Noah Sylvester. Men like him are expensive and hard to get, but men like you…. Mm mm mm.”
“Men like me, what?” I asked, trying so hard to suppress the urge to strangle her to death.
Realizing I was on the verge of losing my cool, I turned around, grabbed the key to the car she had rented and a bottle of vodka, then dashed out of the room.
I was drunk, still drinking as I drove recklessly. I had gone over a few speed limits, but I kept on driving.
I headed to the bar, hoping to drown my sorrows.
The sorrows I had created by myself because I was jealous, selfish, cheap, and stupid. For betraying my loving wife with her dirty stepsister.
It’s all my fault!
I was crying bitterly, so I set the vodka bottle on the passenger seat and tried to wipe my tears away with the sleeves of my shirt.
Suddenly, I lost my balance in the car, and before I knew it, I collided with another vehicle. My head slammed against the steering wheel, my vision blurred, and then everything went black.