Chapter 1095 She Wronged Him First
"Samantha, Alfred, hop in the car." A sleek black Bentley rolled up to the curb. Ryan stepped out and waved them over.
A business car trailed behind, and a squad of burly bodyguards spilled out, looking all kinds of intimidating.
Wesley's fans had been gearing up to mess with Samantha, but one look at the muscle, and they backed off real quick.
Alfred gave Ryan a nod and helped Samantha into the car.
On the way to the police station, Alfred got a text from Ryan, asking if he’d seen the news.
Alfred shot back that he was with Samantha, heading to the station.
Ryan knew Wesley had a ton of fans, and with today’s drama, reporters and fans would be all over it. He figured the two might need backup, so he showed up.
Samantha felt a lump in her throat. She glanced back at Wesley, who was swarmed by fans, one last time before getting in the car.
Not far off, watching the car drive away, Wesley felt a wave of frustration. Samantha’s eyes, with that hint of disappointment, kept flashing in his mind.
For some reason, Wesley felt a bit panicked. He didn’t want to break up with Samantha. He was just mad; he still liked her.
Fans and reporters were still hounding him with questions. Wesley snapped, "Enough, stop asking! Whether I'm dating Samantha or not is our business, not yours."
With that, Wesley pushed through the crowd and stormed towards his car.
"Hurry up and follow," Cleo barked at Elijah, while she stayed back to handle the reporters and fans.
Elijah quickly followed. They got in the car, and the driver struggled to pull away.
Seeing the cut on Wesley's lip, Elijah said, "Wesley, let me take you to the hospital."
"No need, just take me home," Wesley replied coldly.
Elijah thought about his words to the reporters and knew he hadn’t let go of Samantha yet. It seemed he didn’t want to break up with her after all.
Elijah’s eyes gleamed, and she said, "I'm sorry, Wesley. I only said that in a moment of panic. You don’t blame me, do you?"
Her words made Wesley even more agitated. "Who told you to act on your own?"
Elijah put on a hurt expression. "Wesley, I just couldn’t stand seeing you get hurt. She’s flirting with you while sneaking around with Alfred. Do you really think she wants to be with you long-term? What if she's just playing with you? If you admit you're dating her and then break up, you'll not only lose your career but also end up with a broken heart."
Hearing this, Wesley’s chest tightened. The few feelings of guilt he had for Samantha started to fade. He thought, 'Yeah, how could Samantha flirt with me while being shady with Alfred? Is it worth risking my career for a girl like her?'
Noticing Wesley’s silence, Elijah knew her words had hit home and continued, "Wesley, don’t blame me for talking bad about Samantha. She’s still young and playful, loving the attention from different guys. She likes having men orbit around her. If you, a straight-up guy, really get with her, you'll either be crushed by public opinion or driven nuts by her."
Wesley stayed quiet, but you could tell Elijah's words were sinking in.
Elijah pushed a bit more, "You know, feelings are tricky. Outsiders can't really get it. If you feel like you need to be with Samantha, I'll call her and apologize, say it was all my idea and not how you really feel."
She pretended to back off and pulled out her phone to call Samantha.
Wesley finally snapped, "Don't call. I'm already annoyed enough."
Elijah knew she had him. She smirked a bit but said, "But if I don't call, Samantha might get mad."
Wesley, looking pissed, said, "If she's mad, so am I."
In his mind, Samantha was the one who messed up first. If she hadn't let Alfred crash at her place last night, even if people were saying he was mooching off a girl, Wesley wouldn't have been so furious.
For love, Wesley could put up with some crap. But Samantha being shady with Alfred? That was too much. He felt she let him down first.
Elijah saw Wesley's dark expression and felt a rush of victory. After this, there was no way those two were getting back together.
Meanwhile, Ryan kept driving. "Samantha, should I take you home now?"
Samantha, feeling like crap, shook her head. "I don't want to go back."
"Alright, how about we hit up a nearby lake to chill?" Ryan suggested.
Samantha didn't answer, which Ryan took as a yes.
Alfred, sitting next to her, saw her sad face and felt bad for her.
No one said a word, and the car was heavy with silence. Ryan turned on the radio.
Just their luck, the host was talking about Wesley. "Breaking news, singer Wesley might be in a relationship, but it looks like the girl is chasing him."
"Sources at the police station say the girl brought another guy with her. Wesley confronted her, asking if she was with the guy last night. Seems like she's playing both of them."
The host kept rambling, twisting the story. Seeing Samantha's face go pale, Alfred quickly said, "Ryan, turn it off."
Ryan was on the same page. He turned off the radio and cursed, "Which idiot host is spreading this crap? I'll get them fired tomorrow."
After cursing, he glanced at Samantha in the rearview mirror. "Samantha, if you need to cry, just do it. Seeing you like this is killing us."
Samantha felt like she was suffocating. "Ryan, stop the car."
"We're not at the lake yet."
"I need to get out. I feel awful." Tears welled up in Samantha's eyes.
"Ryan, stop the car," Alfred said, feeling like he wanted to punch Wesley.
Ryan nodded, turned the wheel, and pulled over.
Samantha got out and started walking aimlessly.
Alfred followed her quietly. Seeing her thin frame, he took a deep breath and pulled her back. "Samantha, don't waste your tears on someone who doesn't deserve it. He's not worth your love."
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