Marco p. o. v
“Oh my God, Marco, I’m so sorry I didn’t know it was her.” Rebecca apologize, I groan, knowing it isn’t her fault.
“Oh my goodness, how much damaged have I caused? I truly didn’t intend to cause you any trouble, I’m so sorry.” She regretted.
I should have told Zoey about her in the first place. Zoey is my priority and I shouldn’t have done anything to hurt.
“It’s fine, we’ve been this way for two years now, so it’s natural for you to introduce yourself like that.” I told her reassuringly.
“Are you going to tell her everything now?” Rebecca asked.
“Of course, I don’t hide anything from my wife.” I almost hissed in irritation, I can’t bring myself to hide this situation with Rebecca from Zoey. Even though we had sworn to keep it our secret.
“I think we should end it here as well, I would rather not complicate things further for you.”Rebecca suggested.
I know her predicament, and the situation she’s caught in. I had promised to help her through it, and I’m going to do just that.
“We still have a few months before you full access to your parents’ property, and then we can end it.”
“But I can’t achieve my goals at the expense of your relationship with Zoey, I know she means the world to you, and you won’t be able to bear the loss of her for the second time.” She advised.
I know I can’t live if I lose Zoey, I will fucking bury bullets in my skull for losing her again. That’s why I will tell her about Rebecca and me, and how we managed to get here.
“I won’t lose her.” I assured her, also reassuring myself.
I can’t lose her.
I can’t lose her. I chanted in my head.
“Your shares are still at risk, ending this will cause you a lot.” I warned.
“My shares are 15% bigger than shareholders in my dad’s company, so it is safe, plus my step-brother hardly owes any share lately. Marco, I know you want to pay back for what I did years ago, but continuing this will make you lose her. That’s if she hasn’t already left.”
I remain silent. She hasn’t left, my boys would have informed me if otherwise.
I gave her a nod before I turned on my heel to go find my woman. Knowing Zoey, she’s probably fuming right now.
Zoey p. o. v
I sat beside the window in my room, staring into nothingness. My mind is blank, my sight is clouded with tiny black dots. My thoughts are all over the place, I couldn’t place a finger on a single thought going through my head, they are too many of them.
My emotions are also confused, I don’t know what to feel or not. One minute I want to cry, the next I want to yell my lungs out, the next I wish to hit someone.
A single tear rolling down my cheek, and made a silent splash sound when the droplet connected with the piece of paper the creepy guy gave at the restaurant.
Ask him who is Christian O’Brien. That was the single sentence in the paper, but that sentence left me confused and doubtful.
Christian O’Brien? Who is he? He isn’t just a nobody, if not that creepy wouldn’t have informed me about him. But who is he, what does he have to do with me.
Most importantly, what has Marco done to him. Part of me was hoping Marco didn’t do anything harmful to the unknown man, but with Marco’s nature, there is a high chance that he has already done too much harm already.
I was too engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the door opening and close, the presence I felt behind me was what brought me out of my thoughts.
Slowly, I glanced behind me, it was Marco quietly standing there with his penetrating stare on me. I look away, the sight of him is an eyesore to me right now.
“You are silent, too silent, I’m… I’m… I’m scared.” Marco stuttered, startling me.
I whipped around to face him, shocked as hell. Marco and sacred in one sentence? He is always the culprit that causes terror in people’s mind, and now he’s scared of my silence?
“You should be yelling at me, demanding to know who she is and any other thing. Just yell at me or hit me.”He groaned like he’s in severe pain.
“I know you have questions that you want answers to, I won’t promise you I’ll answer all, but I will answer the ones I want you to know.” He continued when I didn’t say anything.
I still couldn’t form words, there are many questions and things that I want to say. I want to ask why, why he broke up with me years ago if it was for her. Why is he back in my life when I was almost getting over him?
Came back into my life just to ruin it again, this time in a more brutal way. He lured me and had sex with me just to bring his fiancee home the next day.
“Baby, please say something, I can deal with anyone stabbing me or putting bullets through my skull. But I can’t take your silence.”He grasps my shoulder tenderly, snapping me off my thoughts.
I locked gaze with him, his eyes were soft and teary, almost as if he wanted to cry, but I’ll be doomed if I fall for his trap again.
I shrugged off his hands from my shoulder and looked away, he still had the guts to call me baby? I’m really disgusted.
“What do you want.” My voice is coarse. I swallowed thickly, the clot that had formed in my throat.
“Baby please… I want you, fuck that. I need you in my life like I need air to breathe.” He stepped closer, almost suffocating me.
Lies, his words mean nothing to me at the moment. All I could see were his lies, and his dark side.
“You don’t need me, Marco, all I request of you is to let me go.” Staying in his house is bad for both of us, toxic even. We can’t go a day without a fight, but today’s incident is the limit.
I can’t do this to myself.
“You are not leaving me.” He stated, I rolled my eyes and groaning. “You are not fucking leaving me.” He affirmed.
“You have a fiancee.”I reminded him.
“And you are my fucking Wife, you have to trust me. I would rather die than do anything to hurt you.” He hissed.
“Trust you? The last time I trusted you, I trusted you with everything limb in my body, but what did I get in return?” I don’t want to share any more tears for him, but I can’t stop myself when the tears well up.
“Baby please, don’t do this right now.” He grunts.
“Don’t do what?” I stood up intending to matching his height, since he’s looming over me. But I could barely meet his shoulders.
“Leave? I have to, you can only have one of us. And I doubt that would be me, so let me leave, please.”
“Don’t cry, please, you are the one I want.” He held my face in his palms, forcing me to stare straight at him.
“But she’s the one you need, right? I understand that perfectly, just let me go, please.” Saying these things hurts like hell, like a tiny shard of glass piercing through my skull.
I want to cry my eyes out, to wail in a corner without stop until I pass out. But all my feelings seems like they were being suppressed. I’m losing him again for the second, how many more times do I have to keep losing him. At least this time I get to know why I lost him.
“I don’t fucking have even the tiniest bit of feelings for her. Our engagement is fucking staged.” Marco boomed, startling me, his words startled me even further.
I froze, staring him straight in the eyes. Searching for any sign of lies, but couldn’t see any.
“I promise you I will answer any questions you may have, but I need you to calm down and talk to me.” I couldn’t form words, I’m still trying to process what he had said.
Faking engagement? What reason would they have to stage something this serious? Is he lying?
“Baby please.” He gently had me seat back on my previous sit. He stares at me with hopeful eyes, urging me to give him a listening ear.
I contemplated a bit before reluctantly gave a nod of approval.