THE UNNERVING COINCIDENCE

The tension in the room is palpable, thickening with each passing second.


Morals, huh? And dignity?

I charge slowly forward.

Which morals? Oh, wait. I know. And I had both, but he had the guts to crash them so…


Suddenly, the air is shattered by the resounding crack of my hand meeting his cheek, a sound that seems to echo throughout the entire serene floor. Simultaneously, the box of pizza slips from Damian's hand, hitting the ground with a heavy thud, its contents forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Dignity? I had it intact. Respect? I held it high until he crashed it. And he has the nerve and the balls to question me about all these? Does he have any sense at all?


I should have done that a long time ago—slapped him across the face for the betrayal, for the day he desecrated my bed with his infidelity. The slap is not just a physical retaliation; it is a release of pent-up anger, a cathartic moment of reclaiming power over the pain he inflicted. He must have thought I was all talk and no action because I chose not to do anything to him that day. He is so fucking wrong!

This motherfucker took my love for granted, treating my time and affection as if they were expendable commodities. For years, he led me on a merry-go-round of false promises and empty gestures, while I foolishly invested my heart and soul into our relationship, unaware that it was built on nothing but illusions.

In the end, he shattered all my hopes and dreams, leaving me with nothing but the bitter taste of betrayal and humiliation. He didn't just hurt me; he tore me apart, ripping away every shred of trust and dignity I had left. His actions cut me to the core, leaving scars that may never fully heal.

And now, out of the blue, he shows his face to me and has the guts to try and insult me again?

I refuse to let him continue to inflict pain on me. I refuse to be a victim of his deceit any longer. It is time to reclaim my strength and my sense of self-worth. Leo Theodore may have broken me once, but he will not break me again. I will not allow him to have any more power over me.

He takes some time to recuperate from the impact, while Damian stands before me, shock smeared on his face too. I nudge him from my face, because anything that is still ambiguous between me and this moron has to be cleared right now. He doesn't move far. On the contrary, he takes his impartial place beside me, bandaging an arm around my waist. I don't squawk at that. I might as well parade what a possessive and loving gentleman I am. A man worth fighting for blood and sweat, not like this dog before me.

That sight agitates Leo to the core. I can see how his eyes dart at Damian's grip on me.

I glare at him.

"I am not a jerk like you who doesn't have any morals, no respect, nor dignity nor conscience at all, Leo!" I say it calmly, albeit withholding my fury and resentment towards this ridiculous moron. I can't believe he still has the nerve to taunt and ridicule me after everything.

"I remember you beseeching me to take you back. You cried that night, pleading with me to even take you away. You loved me so much, yet you replaced me in the twinkle of an eye."

Oh my! So he remembers, huh? And what does he expect to gain by reminding himself of the past? Arouse some goddamned past feelings? Make me shy before Damian? Make me weak.

"I was a dumb and gullible fool back then to have believed that you cared even just a little, not to talk of love because clearly, you don't know how to love. But that is all now dusted in the bin of history. I didn't replace you with anyone, Leo. That is an insult to my fiancé because you have absolutely nothing in common with him. You can't level him even in a million years. You just ceased to exist, Leo. Get that into your dump ass." I fume.

"Your pride still stinks, you..."

"Watch it!" Damian's roar slices through the tense air, his protective instinct kicking in as he pulls me behind him, positioning himself like a shield between me and Leo. I can't help but feel a surge of gratitude mixed with concern. I hope this confrontation doesn't escalate into something physical. Both Damian and Leo radiate strength, and I can't bear the thought of a single mark marring Damian's flawless face. I would loathe this dog to the point of wanting him dead if he dared put a dent in Damian's gorgeous features.


"You don't get to insult my fiancée, much less under my watch, you filthy jerk." Damian's voice is a thunderous growl, his towering presence imposing as he stands up for me. "Unless you want me to teach you how to talk to a lady," he adds, his words laced with a warning that brooks no argument. It is a testament to Damian's unwavering loyalty and protective nature, and at this moment, I feel safer than I have in a long time.

"Boast all you can. Screw her while you have time. Because this is doomed to fail, dude!" Leo scoffs. He has quite a runny mouth, huh? And why does he sound so bitter?

"We will see about that. In the meantime, while I do all you have advised, go bang your dick on a rock and accept that she is no longer yours. Never will be. She wasn't even supposed to be with you to start with. She is all mine, to love and to cherish, and the next time you show your ugly face to her again, I will chop off your balls with my hands and push them down your fucking throat."

Jesus! He is always over the edge with rage whenever we talk about Loe. Now that the dog decided to present his ugly face to us, I must say I am afraid of the wrath he had for Leo. It seems much more than what I feel for Leo, yet I am the one he hurt.

"How about you do it just now, huh?" Leo barks, dropping his cap and book to the ground, ready for a fight.