Mirabelle’s POV:
I turned toward the door. I wasn’t going to let him have the last word, I needed to leave before I did something I’d regret.
As I grabbed the handle to pull the door open, the door swung open. And there, in the doorway, stood Mitchelle.
Her expression was that of fury, and in that moment, I wished I could vanish. I could feel the heat of her glare from across the room.
“Leaving so soon?” She sneered, stepping inside. “I thought you were having a happy little chat with my man, Mirabelle.”
My stomach twisted. The last person I needed to see right now was her. Mitchelle always knew how to push my buttons, and she wasn’t about to let me walk away without doing so.
I took a deep breath. “I’m leaving, Mitchelle. Our conversation is over, I only came to discuss business.”
But she didn’t back off. Instead, her lips curled into a smirk. “Oh no, it’s not over yet. Not when I’ve got something to say.” She took a few more steps into the apartment, her heels clicking against the floor.
I paused. “What do you want, Mitchelle?”
She shot me a glare, then crossed her arms over her chest. “I want to know why you keep hanging around my man. Are you really this desperate, Mirabelle? Trying to worm your way back into his life, as if I don’t see what you’re doing?”
Her words hit me hard, and for a moment, I just stared at her, taken aback by what she had just said. This was the same Mitchelle I’d grown up with-always so damn annoying. But this time, I wasn’t backing down.
“What are you talking about?” I demanded. “You’re the one who snatched Ken away from me. I am not trying to steal him back from you, so don’t act like I’m some kind of villain here.”
Mitchelle’s eyes widened. But then, she scoffed and shook her head, a cruel laugh escaping her lips. “Oh, so now you’re playing the victim? How pathetic. Do you really think I don’t know what you’re up to? You’re just mad because Ken doesn’t want you anymore, and you can’t stand it.”
I took a step toward her, my heart racing. “I didn’t come here to fight with you, Mitchelle. But you’re not going to stand here and pretend like you didn’t take him from me first.”
She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing with all the venom of someone who had been waiting for this moment. “Oh, I took him, did I? I guess you’re just too blind to see what you’re really doing. You’re the one who wants to snatch him back, aren’t you? You think just because you had him first, you deserve him again?”
I felt a sudden anger rising within me. “I don’t want him, not after everything you two put me through. But if you think for one second that I’ll sit here and let you throw your insults at me without fighting back, you’re wrong.” I swallowed hard. “Ken was mine before he was yours, and I don’t owe you anything.”
Mitchelle’s laughter was sharp, almost mocking. “Oh, so now you’re trying to turn this into some kind of pathetic competition? You’re trying to make me jealous, Mirabelle? You think you can come back into his life after all this time and just get him back?”
I lifted an eyebrow, my heart racing. “Maybe,” I shrugged casually. “Why not? It’s not like you’re doing much to keep him happy either.”
Her face flushed. “I can’t believe that you will stoop so low just to just take him back out of spite. Is that it?”
“Maybe,” I repeated. “I mean, why not? You did it once, didn’t you?”
For a moment, Mitchelle was silent. disbelief, like she couldn’t decide whether to lash out or try to hold her ground.
But then, she took a deep breath, visibly calming herself down. “You think you can just walk back in and take Ken away from me? Just because you lost your husband to some sexy model You don’t know what you’re dealing with.” She looked me up and down. “Ken’s not going anywhere. He’s with me now, and that’s where he’ll stay.”
My hands clenched into fists, but I refused to let her see me angry. “We’ll see about that,” I muttered, turning toward the door.
“Yeah, we will.” She shot back.
“And don’t you think for one second that you have a chance.” I added, without another word, I pushed past her and walked out of the apartment.
I glanced back once, just to make sure Mitchelle wasn’t following me. The apartment door was slammed shut, and I could hear her raging voice inside.
Obviously yelling at Ken.
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Mitchelle’s POV:
As soon as the door shut behind Mirabelle, I lost it. I turned toward Ken. “What is wrong with you, Ken? Are you seriously trying to crawl back to your vomit? Have you forgotten everything? You’re acting like you weren’t the one who asked her for a divorce in the first place!”
Ken’s eyes narrowed. “Really, Mitchelle?” He shot back. “You think I don’t remember? You were the one who came to me, whispering all those lies, convincing me that Mirabelle was against me. You poisoned my mind, made me doubt her, and now you’re pretending you had nothing to do with it?”
I scoffed, refusing to back down. “I didn’t force you to do anything, Ken. You knew exactly what you were doing. If you didn’t want out of that marriage, you wouldn’t have listened.”
He let out a harsh laugh, crossing his arms as he looked at me with disgust. “Oh, I knew exactly what I was doing, Mitchelle. Because you manipulated me into thinking she was my enemy! You pushed me to take her company, to break her down, to end everything we had. And now you’re here, acting like I was the problem?”
My heart pounded. But before I could respond, he took a step back, his gaze colder than I’d ever seen it. “I’m done with you, Mitchelle. I want you out of my life for good. Find somewhere else to stay. I’ll give you time to pack, but after that, I don’t want to see you again.” With that, he turned and walked away.
As his words sank in, I felt a bitter, angry tear roll down my cheek. I clenched my fists. ‘I will do anything to make sure you and Mirabelle never get back together.’ I vowed silently. ‘Even if it means that I have to kill her.’