Chapter 8 ~ Why did you hurt her?
Athena
I exhale sharply, ignoring her as I walk past, but her voice–sickly sweet and taunting–halts me mid–step.
I grip the phone tighter, forcing myself to walk past her without a word, but she steps in front of me, blocking my path.
“Poor, poor Athena,” she drawls, tilting her head. “Still playing the devoted wife? It must be exhausting, trying to hold on to a man who doesn’t even want you.”
So the bitch knew and played dumb last time?
I knew it!
I inhale sharply, refusing to take the bait.
“Move.”
She chuckles, a slow, mocking sound.
“Why? So you can go home and pretend your marriage is real?” She takes a step closer, her eyes gleaming with mockery
“We both know Alex belongs to me. He always has. He always will.”
I laugh, a real laugh I have to hold myself back. Now that I think about it, she wouldn’t be here spewing nonsense if all was going her way so that means Alex still needs me to play wife.
Lucky for her, I’m already too tired,
“You’re so desperate to be important to him, aren’t you?” I say coolly. “You knew he was married, and yet you still pretended not to. Must be really sad when the woman who birthed your obsession hates you like hell.”
That does it.
“You bitch!” she tries to slap me but I block her wrist mid air.
SMACK!
I land a hard one on her cheek so hard her neck cracks for a second. Then I step into her space. All my patience goes out the
window as I stare at her,
“Listen well because I’m only going to say this once. I don’t give a shit about what you do with Alex, but the next time you’ll try to
drag me into your bullshit? I’ll do more than slap you!”
It’s been three days but it sure as hell feels good to get my revenge for what she did to me at the gala dinner.
Leah recovers quickly, her head snapping back toward me with a murderous glare.
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She touches her cheek, her perfectly manicured nails brushing over the red imprint of my palm. For a second, I think she might try to slap me back, but I guess she’s not so stupid because she doesn’t.
Instead, she smiles–a slow, venomous curve of her lips.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she purrs, tilting her head mockingly. “That was a mistake.”
I cross my arms, my eyebrows raised.
“And what are you going to do about it? Cry to Alex?” I cock a brow. “Run to him like the desperate side–piece you are?”
Her eyes darken. “You’re just mad because he doesn’t love you.”
I shrug. “Maybe. But you know what’s worse? You being delusional enough to think he is going to marry you.”
He is. But I’ll never tell her that.
Leah’s nostrils flare, her hands clenching at her sides. “You’re nothing but a placeholder. He’s only keeping you around for his
family’s sake. Once that’s over, he’ll toss you aside for good.”
I let out a laugh, stepping even closer. “And yet, here you are. Bothering the wife instead of enjoying your so–called man.” I lean
in, my voice dropping to a whisper.
“He’s still keeping me around, Leah. That must sting. Can you see my ring? Take a good look because you’ll never have it. I bet his
mother will kill you before she can accept you. But if you’d like to try, I might divorce him if you say please.”
I see the flicker of insecurity in her eyes before she masks it with anger.
“Rot in hell, Athena.”
I smirk. “After you.”
“I’ll make sure you walk away with nothing when Alex divorces you!”
“Must be painful to dream all the time.” I laugh.
Without another word, I push past her, walking toward my car with my head held high. But as I get in, an idea strikes me.
I start the engine, gripping the wheel tightly as I glance in my rearview mirror. Leah is still standing there, fuming.
Perfect.
I slam my foot on the gas, the tires screeching as I lurch forward–straight toward her.
Leah’s eyes widen in pure panic as she stumbles back, barely catching herself before falling. At the last possible second, I slam the
brakes, stopping just an inch from her trembling form.
I hold her terrified gaze for a long moment before slowly rolling down my window.
I smirk. “Oops. Careful sweetheart. There are too many crazy drivers out there!”
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Then, with a honk loud enough to make her jump, I speed off.
By the time I reach home, my phone is blowing up with calls.
I don’t need to check to know who it is.
Leah ran straight to Alex.
I ignore the ringing, tossing my phone onto the bed as I sit at my desk. I need to focus. I refuse to let either of them get under my
skin any longer.
Opening my laptop, I pull out my medical notes, letting myself get lost in my studies. I have an exam coming up, and unlike Alex, my future isn’t built on family money or power–I have to work for it.
Minutes turn to hours, and eventually, exhaustion starts creeping in. My eyelids feel heavy, and my body is finally giving in to the
long day.
Just as I’m about to fall asleep-
BANG!
The bedroom door slams open so hard it bounces off the wall.
I jolt awake as Alex storms in, his face thunderous, his eyes wild with rage.
“Why the fuck did you hurt Leah?” His voice is ice–cold, his fists clenched at his sides.
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