Chapter 4: Let The Drama Begin

The party ended peacefully, and Mr Logan gave me a card to his private suite, saying that if I needed any information to help me learn more about my duties as a manager, there were old company files that could assist me.

Sebastian couldn't concentrate during the party; his frustration was so clear after I agreed to take up that position. Even now, in the car, he isn't saying anything to me, playing the hurt guy card.

Sebastian is five years older than me; he's thirty, but sometimes he always tries to play the junior brother card, making me go the extra mile just to see him happy.

But when I needed him, he would act like a strict elder brother, making me align with his choices alone. At that time, I was okay with it, but fuck it, I'm done playing the saint card for everyone.

I scrolled through my phone, ignoring him; his eyes flicked to my side countless times, hoping for me to say something.

I could catch the driver's stare; he might be surprised because I was always clingy to Sebastian, trying to pick a conversation he wasn't even interested in engaging in. Anyone who knew us before could tell the strange distance between us right now.

Sebastian cleared his throat several times, silently urging me to look at him, but I kept staring at my phone. Suddenly, my eyes caught something on Laura's I*******m story: a half-heart bracelet. My brow furrowed as I zoomed in; I had seen it somewhere familiar, but where?

I raised my eyes, trying to think, and then my gaze landed on Sebastian's right hand. Immediately, it hit me where I had seen that bracelet. When his hand was on my waist, I caught a glimpse of the bracelet on his wrist; it wasn't on him yesterday. They must have exchanged it last night in Laura's room.

My heart dropped as a bitter laugh escaped me, loud and mysterious. Both men froze and turned to me in disbelief.

"What's wrong with you, Sophie? Are you mentally ill?" Sebastian exploded.

I ignored him and faced forward. "Drop me here; I will go home from here," I said to the driver softly.

A heavy silence swallowed us.

"S... Sophie, are you ill?" Sebastian asked, disgusted.

"I said stop me here!" I screamed, and the driver halted instantly.

I pushed the door open and stepped out. "Wait, Sophie… what's going on with you?" Sebastian said, agitated.

I bit my lower lip hard. No matter how I tried to act strong, it always hurt me so badly. It's really not easy to forget a first love, especially the one you trusted.

Sebastian tried to step out of the car. I quickly stopped a cab and slid in immediately. "Sophie, wait! What's wrong, Sophie?" he yelled, coming towards the cab.

"Drive quickly," I ordered, and he drove off. I burst into bitter laughter. How is Laura feeling, causing me such pain? How have I wronged her to be treated this way?

It's so unfair, really; it's really unfair. "Madam, where exactly am I taking you to?" the driver asked.

I sniffed, wiping my eyes as I thought about where exactly he would be taking me to.

My dad isn't close to the state; I need to book a flight to reach X City, where both he and Laura's father are working at the police station. But even if I get home, what good would it do? It is a cowardly personality to run away, but I'm not one; I won't dare run away.

"Take me to Mendoza's old estate," I muttered weakly.

I will just get back home and draft my revenge bit by bit.

When I arrived and made my way inside, I noticed a dish arranged neatly on the dining table, a bottle of wine, and three empty glasses.

My chest tightened as I furrowed my brow in confusion. Who is here now? It's 11:30 PM, and I'm sure Sebastian won't be back just yet.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the kitchen, and my body froze. Who the heck broke into our house at this time of night? I tiptoed towards the kitchen, raising my purse, my heart beating so fast.

I shut my eyes in irritation as I caught sight of a familiar figure in white bum shorts revealing half of her butt and a black polo shirt. Laura was in the kitchen cooking.

Why is she here again? Gosh, she's really going too far. But this isn't the first time; I know that, but it's too much after seeing her true colours.

"What are you doing in my kitchen?" I snapped, my disgust clear in my voice.

She furrowed her brow but giggled and took my hands. "Sophie, I noticed you have been tired lately, so I thought I should come help out," she said sweetly.

Damn it, she's a good actress. For three years—gosh, she's cruel. She had been with Sebastian before we even got married. The worst part was that a week before our wedding, I travelled to X city to bring our fathers to stay with us, leaving her and Sebastian. I had trusted them at that time; damn it, I don't even want to think about what they did in my absence.

"Laura, I can do all these things myself. Moreover, he's my husband, not yours. It's high time you get yourself a man and stop being a third wheel in someone else's house," I snapped, each word coming out on its own before I could stop it.

She froze, her eyes fixed on me as she sniffed and burst into a cry, tears slipping down her cheeks uncontrollably.

She should just drop this victim act; it's exhausting and disgusting.

"Sophie, I was just trying to help. Why are you being this cruel?" she said, sobbing so hard.

I rolled my eyes; those tears used to bend me to her will, but not anymore.

"What's going on here?" a familiar voice snapped. And Sebastian rushes towards us.

I sighed and walked towards the dining chair and lowered myself.

Let the drama begin.