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“What the hell happened to you, and why did you call me over? Vivian inquired as he stepped into the
parking lot and approached me.
I had yet to leave the firm’s parking lot, I didn’t find the strength even to move. I knew I couldn’t function this way. My brain had gone blank, and if I were to drive my car, chances are I would crash it in under a minute. I wasn’t sane enough, so I called the next best person I knew. Vivian.
He told me he was still at work but promised he would come as soon as he could, and I told him where I was. Twenty minutes later, he pulled up in the parking lot.
That was faster than I anticipated, and I genuinely appreciate it.
“Because I don’t know who to call?” I mumbled, and this truth made me ashamed. I could call my other
friends, but Vivian and I shared a stronger bond. We’ve reached the point where we’ve come to each
other’s aid without asking questions, and the others weren’t there yet.
“Are you drunk?” he asked but was already sniffing me for clues.
“I am not drunk. I need you to take me home, Vivian.” I replied, reaching into my pocket to retrieve my
car keys.
He glared at me and stepped back. “As what? Your driver?” I told him I needed his help, but I didn’t tell him what exactly that would be.
“As my friend,” I responded, and his angry expression instantly gave way to concern.
“Are you okay?”
I couldn’t tell him. He had warned me, but I told him no such thing would happen. I told him it wouldn’t
be like the last time, but it wasn’t like the last time; it was worse.
“I’ll be fine.”
I couldn’t even think about Ela and her betrayal.
Did she betray me? She owed me nothing. The only thing we had was a business relationship. She had stayed faithful to her path; I failed to do the same.
We got into the car, and Vivian turned to me. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
I shook my head and said, “No, I don’t,” that was the truth.
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Vivian didn’t push, he silently started the car and drove us off. We came to my place, and Vivian turned
off the car.
“You will be good, right?” he asked once again.
I didn’t want to say anything, but I knew the news of Imela and Zion’s relationship would soon be on the news, and everyone would know. There was no reason to keep the truth from him, it was best he heard it from me.
“Ela is dating Zion now,” I responded, and we fell silent. “Zion told me, and Ela didn’t deny it.”
Usually, during these times, Vivian would move to ask his million questions, trying to get more details, but he did none of that; instead, he placed his hand on my shoulders in comfort. He chose a different approach.
“I am sorry.” He said.
I had seen her with Fermin, and though it pissed him off, it didn’t hurt–not this way. Zion knew my history with her; everyone knew. Getting her was the bastard’s way of jabbing at a healing wound.
I pressed my lips into a thin line and shook my head. “I never told her about Zion. He was the part of my past I was ashamed of, so I kept it locked up.”
“Do you think if she had known your history with Zion, she would have thought differently?”
I heaved a deep sigh. “I am saying the burden of probability now remains with me.”
“Imela is a strong, competent woman. I would not have seen her going for Zion in a million years.”
I grunted, wanting to be done with the discussion altogether. “She’s with the cocky bastard now, and he’s going to hold the victory over my head for a long time.”
Though Vivian offered to stay with me through my heartbreak, I told him to go home to Julie. She was about to return to her relief and aid trip to Congo this time. They had little time left, and she would be waiting for him.
He told me to take care of myself and call him if I needed anything. I told him I wouldn’t, but it was nice
to know he cared.
He left, and I made my way up. Getting to the door, I found it already open, and the TV in the living room turned on. I had relieved the security of their duties two weeks after the failed wedding because the new had begun to die, and I no longer got angry emails or death threats from the event. The world had moved
on, and I followed suit.
I wasn’t expecting anyone’s visit, so I immediately became alert to my surroundings. I pulled my phone
out and had 911 on speed dial. Slowly, I pushed the door further and stepped in, only to find Cecil seated
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on the couch in a black dress that stopped on her knee and a pair of red heels.
I frowned, dissatisfied with her intrusion, and slipped my phone back into my pocket.
“What are you doing here, and how did you get in?” 1 demanded and shut the door.
She rose and took a step forward, a friendly look on her face. “It’s nice to see you too.”
It was not nice to see her because she was the last person I wanted to deal with. I wasn’t in the mood for her games and guilt–tripping.
“That’s not the answer to my question,” I told her, and my tone maintained its rigidity. “Why are you
here?”
“I came to see you. We were once friends, and I would like to think we can carry on with that at least especially now.”
I backed away from her. I needed a break from this so–called day. “I do not have time for this, Ceeft ins been a long day.” She cut in, not letting me finish my words.
“I am pregnant, Oliver.” She shut down the rest of the words I wanted to say. “And we both know whose it is.” Her eyes held seriousness in them.
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