Take Your Crap and Leave!
Vincent smiled. “If you have something to say, open the door first.”
Without opening the door, I quietly took off the ring on my finger. “Vincent… I.. I don’t…” want to marry you.
The lies. The deception.
This wasn’t the marriage I wanted.
But before I could finish my words, Vincent’s cell phone distracted us.
From the other side of the door, Vincent’s cell phone rang.
It rang for just a second before cutting off. Then it rang again, and it cut off just as quickly. Vincent kept sending the
unknown caller to voicemail.
Why wasn’t he picking up? Did he not want to answer it in front of me?
Was it Emily?
So I specifically asked, “Who was calling? Why didn’t you answer?”
Vincent’s voice had a hint of panic in it. “Just one of my coworkers. Nothing serious.”
“Oh, I thought it was Emily.”
“Why would it be her?” His voice became defensive. “What makes you think that?”
“She’s your friend who was just dumped…? It’s normal to want
to call a friend and vent. You should call her back. I won’t get jealous over something like that.” I tried to sound as
empathetic as possible.
“Sure, we’re friends, but we aren’t that close… Olive, could you please just let me in now?” While he was speaking, I heard him decline another call.
Even after I gave him an easy way out, he was still lying!
A wave of anger swelled in my heart and destroyed the last scraps of love I had for him.
“Vincent… We’ve been together for years, and you…”
You don’t feel the slightest bit guilty for betraying me?
But before I could say that, I was cut off by a barrage of text tones from Vincent’s phone.
He sighed, annoyed.
“Babe, now my boss is calling. There’s still work he needs me to do, so could you be a good girl until I get back later?”
I froze for a second.
Then I jerked forward and opened the door, and I laughed bitterly when I saw that he was long gone.
He didn’t even wait for my response.
It had to be Emily.
How ironic.
One moment, he’s publicly proposing to me. The next, he’s
running to his mistress’s side after a few phone calls.
But I have to say, Emily had some clever tricks up her sleeves. Last time, Vincent tossed me aside when she showed off her
slit wrists.
What now?
Was she about to jump off a building?
What utter bullshit.
I’d applaud her if I wasn’t the one being duped.
With another dry laugh, I shook my head and headed to the bathroom to wash up.
But as I was halfway through undressing, there was a knock on the door again.
I frowned. Was Vincent back already?
What was he doing here? Did he convince Emily to let him off the hook?
The louder the knocking got, the hotter my blood boiled.
I grabbed the engagement ring off the bathroom counter, stormed over to the front door, threw it open, and hurled the ring right at him. “Take it and leave!”
The ring collided with his chest and fell to the ground with a soft clink.
I stared into his face, and my anger suddenly evaporated. Embarrassment took its place.
It wasn’t Vincent.
It was Aaron.
He was standing in the doorway with his arm raised to knock. He was frozen at the sight of me, and I followed his gaze down. That was when I realized the top of my dress was pushed down to my hips, leaving my bra exposed.
I answered the door, half-naked.
“You seem excited.” He raised his eyebrows playfully and gestured down at my dress. “I thought you were gonna be a good girl after ‘engagement‘.”
“Shut up.” I glared at him and turned around to fix my clothes.
Aaron bent down and picked up the ring to examine it. “Harry Winston, huh? Vincent put his money where his mouth is… Do you not like it?”
“Shut up…” I grimaced and tried to snatch the ring back from him.
He raised his hand so high that even if I jumped up, I wouldn’t be able to reach it.
So I gave up. I wasn’t in the mood for his childish games anyway.
“You don’t want it?”
“You’re so immature.”
“If you don’t want it, I’ll throw it out for you.” He waltzed over to the open window and dropped the ring off the edge.
“What are you doing?!” I scrambled to the window, but all | saw below was bustling traffic. The ring was lost, like a drop of fresh water in the ocean.
“I thought you didn’t want it?” Aaron gave me a Cheshire Cat grin. “I was helping.”
I wanted to smash my fist in his face!
“What’s wrong? Did you not mean it? Did you want to wear that ring and keep living here with Vincent? Pretend nothing ever happened?” His voice deepened. “Or do you just love the thrill of cheating?”
“It’s none of your business! You’re just my fuck buddy! You have no right to tell me how to live my life!” I had no patience for his sarcasm. I was too infuriated.
As soon as the words left my mouth, Aaron’s smile
disappeared. The corners of his mouth drooped and his eyes stared at me coldly. Seconds ago, I was so ready to punch him in his smug mouth, but now… it was like I was staring down a dangerous beast.
“So you’re not going to break up with him?”
“Why do you even care if I do or don’t?”
Aaron stared at me as if he was figuring out if I was lying based on my expression. I panicked and turned away, not daring to look into his blue eyes, I was scared of looking into his eyes.
Scared of seeing something in them…
Or nothing.
“Look at me, Olive.” He cupped my face.
“It’s time for you to leave. I need to shower.” I shook him off and pushed him away.
Click!
I heard the door close, and I turned around to see Aaron locking it.
“What are you doing?” I stammered, frightened. “We’re done. You said it was over between us if I married him.”
I thought back to the text he sent me that said just that.
Bitterness spread up from my heart and seeped into my vision. I sneered and added, “What, are you backtracking now? You wanna keep up your little game? You love me so much that you can’t help yourself, huh? I’m telling you, I’m not playing anymore. It’s over!”
He didn’t say anything as he walked up to me. With every step, a storm grew inside his ice–blue eyes.
“Darling… don’t be so cold. Let’s at least end things on a high note.”
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