Chapter 6 Feelings don't lie

Killian.

I find myself glued to a spot, my hands fisting as I watch the fucker guide Tamara to his car.

There's this burning rage in my chest, it's too intense, that it almost knocks me off.

I clench my fist tighter, wanting to punch something. But honestly, I can't quite place my finger on why I'm so upset right now. Maybe it's because of that fucker.

I never liked him, Alex. He wants Tamara, I could see it in his eyes, then and even now.

He used to be her boss, one Tamara seems a tad bit too close to, I didn't welcome that closeness so well, mainly because I knew he liked her.

And Tamara? She was clearly asking for it, this is who she really is, moving around with that body and having men fawn all over her. And I had—- I had been too blind to see it.

I loved her with every fiber of my being, I gave her the world, literally everything but yet she chose to betray me, in the worst way possible and —even went as far as trying to poison me.

She wanted me dead, so she could have her freedom.

Mom tried to warn me, about her, her family but I didn't listen.

I let her manipulate me with her lies and deceit. I let her break me beyond limit, leaving me heartbroken and shattered.

And now, out of the blue, she's bringing up divorce. Just wow.

She wants to be a whore so bad, she keeps lying about everything she has done but I can see it in her eyes, the desperate need to get rid of me.

So, I sworn to make her pay, to hurt her deeply. She made me like this, heartless and with zero emotion. She ain't going nowhere, I’ll make her stay in this marriage and bear the brunt of her cruel deeds.

I knew exactly how to make her, she loves her mother, so deeply, she'd do literally anything for her. I used that fact to my advantage.

And I've done a decent job with that.

I owe part of it to Chloe, she's been by my side, caring for me, helping me get through this difficult phase of my life. She offered to help me get back at Tamara and I never regretted saying yes.

I could see it in Tamara’s eyes, every damn time she sees me with Chloe— the hurt, the pain and the unshed tears. Good, she needs to know how it feels to be betrayed.

Well, I did until now.

Here I am, running on fumes, wondering why on earth would Tamara go back to that damn job, without letting me know!

All the while, she barely even leaves home, always begging, I wonder why?

She's never admitted to doing anything, and that's the point, she just keeps lying day after day and it pisses me the hell off.

And each time she breaks down or cries, my heart clenches painfully but then I don't have to care, she broke me without a care in the world, why can't I do the same?

But now, with her job back. I just — I don't know, all I feel is anger, a lot of it. 

I shouldn't.

I closed the door and quietly walk back to my room, trying to distract myself with work.

Few minutes in, and I find myself typing away on my laptop, rewriting the same words over and over again.

This isn't working, nothing is.

Why am I getting really worked up over Tamara working for that dickhead?

Sighing, I put my laptop away and called up Damon, one out of my two best friends. I could use his company right now.

And I've taken a week off work, deciding to stay home despite myself. I haven't been home in two weeks or more.

I just got tired of everything going wrong in my life. I could have stayed at Mom's but I decided against it, she will just keep going on and on about the need to divorce Tamara and settle for a more decent woman. 

Meanwhile, I want nothing to do with any other woman, never again.

“Hey, man.” I hear Damon's voice and quickly snapped out of my trance. “What's good?”

“I'm on my way to you,” is all I say before killing the call and getting on my feet.

I throw on a white shirt and a pair of black jeans, and drive my Ferrari to Damon's office.

Getting there, Damon is already waiting with a glass of wine in hand.

“You look like shit,” he blurt out with a hint of amusement dancing in his tone. 

I eye him carefully and said nothing.

He studies me for a second before handing me a glass. “Here, looks like you need it,”

I take it and gulped it to the last drop and Damon watched me. Letting out an exasperated sigh he mutters. “Okay, what the hell is going on, you're giving me headache already,” he rolls his eyes.

My silence lasted a second or two before a stream of words was on the verge of an eruption. “Tamara is back to working for that asshole, can you believe it!” I fussed. “That woman pisses me off more than anything.”

Damon raises an eyebrow. “And?”

I flip him the bird and he shrugs. 

“I still do not understand why that riled you up this bad.” He breathed out, his gaze on me.

I breathed out a sigh. “You remember, Alex, Tamara’s boss, don't you?”

He nods.

“He's the prick that Tamara will be working for, again” I explained.

He gives me a look. “I heard you the first time, Killian. My question is, why are you getting worked up over that?” 

“Seriously?” I breathed out, my voice rising slightly in a pitch. “That son of a bitch likes my wife, and you expect me to be okay with this?” I glared at him.

He shakes his head, barely stifling a chuckle. “Your wife?” He all but snorted. “You want her back now?”

“Don't be a dick,” I grunted. “You know that's not what I meant,”

Damon brings his glass down and clears his throat. “Look, all I'm saying is that whatever Tamara does shouldn't affect you,”

“Well, it does!” I quip back, my voice sharper than I intended, realizing this, I lower my voice and added. “I can't let her work for him, that's it,”

He stares at me in silence and then he smirks.“You look awful when you're jealous,” he commented dryly.

“I'm not!” I say defiantly.

He continues like I've said nothing. “So what now? You're going to blackmail her to quit?”

My jaw clenches as I spit out. “I will if I have to,” I admitted.

Damon’s eyes widens, he looks like he's got something to say but he doesn't.

I don't care if I'm being an asshole.But she can't ruin my life and expect to be happy with that jerk.

I’ll stop at nothing to make her suffer ten folds.