Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night Mistake: My Brother-in-Law, My Lover: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

To my surprise, he leaned his lips closer to mine with his eyes closed. We kissed? No. He kissed me. A part of me wanted to push him away, but all parts of my body betrayed me.Christoph’s unexpected revelation hit me like a stray bullet that went straight into my chest. And I got startled, to the point that I smashed the edge part of the book, not to his chest, arms, or shoulder, but to his face.Yes. I just scratched his goddamn good-looking face. He not just moaned from too much pain, but he stood up in an instant, moving away from me.“Why did you hit me?” Christoph blurted as he reached out to his bleeding face.He gritted his teeth after seeing the blood on his hand, and I felt guilty while looking at him, heaving a sigh of dismay. I don’t want Christoph to see the bad side of me.But he can’t blame me for doing it. No words came out of my mouth at that moment. My hands reacted on my behalf. So, I hit him without even thinking about the consequences.“How could I not?” I growled

A mix of excitement and anxiety dominated my entire system while thinking about it. Even my conscience began disturbing me, doubting my existence. I had a lot of questions running wild inside in mind as I thought about Christoph - my first and last love. One to mention is how he survived. I liked Charlie, but compared to what I have with Christoph, his weights hit me differently. And I cannot deny that a part of me felt at ease knowing he's still alive. "By the way, are you and Christoph still keeping in touch even after we graduated from college?" I couldn't hold the thoughts in my mind anymore, so I asked. "Of course, we are, boss. We became best friends even after you left the entire team without giving us any explanations. You owed us one, by the way. As a matter of fact, he just messaged me the other day." Right. I didn't tell anyone about why I left and transferred school apart from Dad who negotiated with the principal to let me leave without any compli

After the call ended, I tapped into my inbox to check if I still had unread and unreplied messages left.There were a few, but I’m too lazy to open them, especially when they come from unimportant people. I expected to receive a few from Charlie.Messages like begging me to get back to him or start anew. The kind of messages that tell me that he missed me already. That he missed those days we spent together.Unfortunately, seeing my inbox with nothing from him only put more pain in my aching heart. It became too unbearable. The hole in my heart became bigger and deeper.Everything was my fault. I broke up with him because of my worries, fears, and greed. He did not even stop me from boarding the plane, like those couples I’ve seen in movies.Perhaps Charlie had already moved on.Perhaps he has already found a new one.Or maybe, he didn’t love me, to begin with.“Fuck you, Charlie.! I cursed at the top of my head.Then I tapped into our previous conversation without even realizing it.

I continued searching. My legs were a relentless blur against the asphalt, each step pounding with increasingly desperate urgency.The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, its rays turning my skin into a hot, sticky barrier that trapped the sweat pouring down my face and neck.My breaths came in ragged gasps, each inhale felt like it was burning my chest, but the thought of finding Charlie kept my mind laser-focused, urging me to push forward despite the exhaustion threatening to overwhelm me.My muscles ached, a dull, persistent throb gnawing at my limbs with every stride. My vision blurred at the edges, spots dancing across my sight, yet I kept going, driven by the excitement to find him.Sweat soaked through my shirt, sticking it to my skin, and I could feel the salt sting in my eyes, but then again, I refused to wipe it away, too consumed in finding him.I’m afraid that if I wipe the sweat or blink my eyes, I might lose him. Losing him at this crucial moment gripped my chest like an i

Deep inside me, I somehow felt guilty for hitting Mr. Allen harder than he could imagine. I glanced at him from the mirror above him to check the cut on his lower lip.Feeling down and helpless, I lashed out everything on him earlier. I fucking blamed him for ruining my life and for losing everything in an instant.Who could have thought this bastard knows how to surprise me, huh? Perhaps I was not the only one who felt guilty for what happened.Regardless, it won’t change the fact that my anger and hatred toward him have already reached their peak. I couldn’t find any good reason to forgive him or make amends.The length of my disappointment toward him was as far as heaven is from earth. Looking at his face, or even thinking about his name, is already a reminder for me of how I lost everything that I’ve built my entire life.Because he doesn’t know how to shut his mouth for a second. And I won’t apologize to him. Never. Not even in my next life.“How did you know I was in the precinc