Chapter 21
My lashes must have fluttered too quickly because I felt a massive headache immediately. My eyes shut, and my hand ran up to rub my aching head as I wondered why I was in such pain. I recalled the room I saw for a second before my eyes shut, and it looked nothing like the apartment in which
Oliver and I lived. This was a different location.
I forcefully opened my eyes and kept them that way despite the pain it caused. I was in a room I’d never been in before. Panicking, I sat up immediately, and the white bedsheets covering me fell off. I was naked from the waist up. I gasped and picked up the bedsheet to cover myself with it again.
My eyes searched the room for my clothes while I tried to retrace my steps and figure out how I ended up in a stranger’s room this morning. The last thing I remember was Oliver trying to keep me in bed longer than needed.
Oliver! This wasn’t his room, nor was it our bed, yet I was naked in it. My heart skipped, and my lips trembled, dreading this reality. How would I explain waking up naked in another man’s bed to him?
What did I do?! How did I end up here?
The question barely left my mind when I saw a figure seated on the left side of the room. My heart skipped. I had looked there seconds ago, but my disoriented mind must have made me miss him. I
wasn’t alone; whoever this man was, we needed to talk, but I dreaded what that meant.
Demanding answers from a stranger while naked in his bed was never a good move.
I stayed silent, contemplating what to say, but my eyes couldn’t leave him. I was in the most vulnerable position.
I needed to think, but my head ached terribly..
I recognised the silky blonde hair sticking out of the black hood on his head. His hands covered his
face, and his knuckles were bruised and needed attention. The wounds he had suffered were still
fresh, and it made me more afraid. I spotted the amber–black wedding band on his finger, and I
knew whose it was.
Oliver! My heart almost jumped out of my chest. He was in the room with me, and I feared for the
worst.
I dreaded what his bruised knuckles meant even more.
What did he do?
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I felt an unbearable ache in my chest, dreading what was going on in his mind. What have I done to the man? This side of him was one I had never seen before.
“I was wondering how long before you woke from your beauty sleep,” he said. He knew I was already awake, even without looking up.
“Olly,” Thegan
He held his finger up, silencing me. I couldn’t speak. “Don’t call me that. That right is reserved for one person, and now she’s dead.” He said in not the friendliest tone.
My eyes blurred as his words cut deep into me. “Oliver, I know this looks bad, but let me explain”
He uncovered his face, and his cold blue eyes came to rest on me. He leaned back in his seat and stared at me with an inscrutable look. “You can? Sure. Please do. Tell me what you are doing naked on another man’s bed. Explain to me why you have been sneaking around my back in the past few weeks, explain to me that of the four billion males in the world, you chose my brother to fucking
whore yourself to!”
My tears fell, but I fought to keep my voice. “I haven’t been sneaking around with your brother behind your back. Why would you ever think I would do such a thing?”
“Because you are a liar, a deceiver, and a cheat. You are the worst among the worst of women.” He breathed hatred. His words poured out on me, and I didn’t miss the bitterness and resentment they
held.
“That is not true, and you know it.”
“Then what the fuck are you doing in his bed, Ela?” He screamed at me.
I trembled on the bed, terrified. “I don’t know,” I answered. “And I know this looks bad; I wouldn’t believe me, too, but nothing happened. I was out with Seth and Cecil, and we had a few drinks, and that was the last thing I remember.”
“Stop fucking lying to me!” He growled at me, rising to his feet, and I scrambled to the other end of
the bed.
I wanted to run; I wanted to hide because I didn’t want to see the hatred in his eyes, but I wasn’t
modest enough to do that. I was in my lowest my most shameful state.
“I thought I was enough,” he whimpered, and his lips quivered. This was crushing him as much as it was killing me, “I thought I was everything you ever wanted.”
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“You are.” A tear ran down my face.
“Seth believes otherwise, though. See, he believes you love him and are with me out of pity.” He said, and pain flickered across his face–one I had never seen before.
The words stung my heart because they had no truth, yet he believed them. It didn’t matter what Seth said or why; it mattered to me that he believed it. I have never lied to him, so why was it so
hard to believe me?
Because I was naked, tangled in another man’s sheets his brother’s. The odds weren’t in my favour.
Oliver looked most devastated. “I have been a fool to you. My love was nothing more than stupidity. The two of you played me for a fool–a blind fool. Did you laugh? Did you find it amusing when I expressed my love for you and desire to spend the remainder of our lives together? Did you laugh?!”
I had so much I wanted to say to him to tell him the last thing I would do was make a mockery of his
love. He was never a fool, and if he was, I was a fool as well because whatever he was, I was, but I
couldn’t speak; I couldn’t find my voice in the sea of chaos I now call reality.
My tears ran down, and I remained in anguish. “No, I loved you too,” I answered, but he didn’t believe me; instead, his eyes flared in disdain.
I couldn’t find affection in his eyes as he stared at me. That tender emotion was gone. “I thought about killing you while you slept in his bed.” He revealed, and the look on his face told me he meant
every word.
“I wanted to wrap my hands around your neck and snuff the air out. I wanted the last face you see to be mine, but I realised it would still not erase what you have done what you have taken from me.”
Once, I always thought we were enough. I believed that nothing in this world would come between us or pull us apart. I thought we were strong enough, and I thought our love would stand the test of time, but before my eyes, it all came crumbling.
His hands tightened into fists. “I do not want to see you; I do not want to hear your voice, and I do not want you anywhere near me. We are done, Ela; you can go and live the happy and loving life you always wanted with my brother.” He said and walked away from the room.
I watched him leave, and I couldn’t even stop him.
A world that Oliver wasn’t in, a reality that he wasn’t a part of, was hell, and I didn’t want it.
