Chapter 46

Fire and fire will only cause great destruction in you and those around you. Hayes is still in the depths of his provoked madness, slowly revealing his true nature.


He's always been such a gentle and smooth talker, and now? I almost don't recognize his behavior.


I wanted to argue with him. I wanted to slap him for saying something bad to Hope's parents, but I realized he wouldn't listen to me, and his mind and heart are already so closed that he will believe whatever his mind and heart dictates him.


“They don’t deserve my respect. "I've been hiding and waiting for Hope in that mountain every night," Hayes said madly. I'm sure they didn't like me. I wish I had just stuck to our original plan. I just wish we could go back in time and flee before something like this happened. They stand in the way of my happiness!”



My decision is already clear, and I had made up my mind. If this had not happened, I would not have known this side of Hayes. Hope parents never slandered him or made up stories about him to keep me away from him.




I know Hope's parents dislike him, and my brother didn’t like Hayes aura as well, but they respected my decision. I've never heard anything negative about Hayes from Hope's parents, and contrary to what Hayes is accusing and acting right now.



I sighed deeply and sipped my coffee. I didn't expect and plan to drink coffee, but now I have a reason. I'm so stressed and exhausted that I just want to lie down in my bed right now.



Hayes went completely still. Maybe he just realized he'd already shown his true colors. I just realized that if you want to know a person's true colors, you should do something to make him angry or test his patience, and then watch how he handles or reacts. His reaction will reveal the type of person he is.


He slowly slows down and takes a seat, still staring at me in surprise. "I'm sorry," he says calmly. "I'm just irritated by how they try to brainwash you."



Even if they will, I won’t believe it easily. I will have to see or witness it on my own naked eye before I judge or make decision.



He reached for my hand, but I ducked and put my hand down the table. I don’t change my mind either.



He realizes I don't want to say anything right now, so he stops talking. He took a deep breath while covering his face with his hand. I’m just letting him to be calm at all. I don’t want him to be reckless and be impulsive. His emotion took him the worst. His emotions got the best of him. His face is no longer red from rage, and he looks more problematic.



I kept sipping the coffee until it was empty. Hayes' gaze was drawn to his coffee, which he sipped for a few long seconds without breathing. After that, he tries to catch his breath. I know you’re upset right now.
I sighed, and this will be the hundredth time I've sighed.


He shifted his gaze to me and looked at me as if he wanted to kneel.


"Aime...I'm sorry..." he said quietly. I slowly nodded when he seems a little bit calm. His expression softens.


“Are we good?” He added, softly.


“Are you good?” I asked him that. I think he should be the one asking that to himself.



“I am now.”


It’s already too much late, and I think this is already the end of it.



"Thank you for coming here, Hayes," I said quietly. He nodded, and a smile formed on his lips. "However, I believe this is your last visit," I added, causing his smile to fade. He'll never move on if he keeps hoping for me. He never says it but I know. I can feel it. I can sense it.




"I want you to move on with your life and live it for yourself." Hope has passed away, and she is now watching over us from heaven. I know she doesn't want you to go through this. I hope that when we see each other again, we can laugh lightly and hopefully hear good stories from our various lives..."



I didn't expect him to cry. It breaks my heart to see him cry. Maybe I just don’t expect him to cry. I can’t do anything but to break it in order for it to become whole for his own.



"Is this it? Is this the end?" He asked, his voice stuttered and breaking. “Can’t you love me?”


I shook my head slowly. We would never cry like this if we could choose who we loved.

"I've been broken, too," I admitted. "I thought I'd never get over that pain, but I guess I did because I'm still here, embracing those feelings." Just don’t think anyone else. Just think about yourself and having something to look forward to."


Hayes lowered his head to the table and sobbed.


My heart hurts. I apologize if I can't love him Hope. I'm sorry to have broken his heart. I know I have your heart, but even though I was forcing my heart to love him, my hearts simply cannot. My thoughts are preoccupied with someone.



I think I've moved on, or maybe I have, and maybe I just tag along Kairus to that moving on with me. I moved on without forgetting him. I moved on without unloving him. I simply moved on and accepted that he no longer loved me nor want me anymore.



I stood up, and went to hug Hayes. One more hug. I'm not stopping him from seeing me...from seeing Hope in me, but I want him to leave this door without wishing or waiting for another chance to see me. I want him to live his life for himself.




I hugged him even more tightly, and Hayes accepted it. All of his tears fall onto my shoulder. I gently caress his back until he stops crying.



“I hope you will be happy…” Hayes whispered.



I smiled. “I will.”


I think, this is already. I can now breath and think that I’m somewhat free.


Hayes smiled at me. I can see the agony in his eyes. He wiped away the remaining wet tears. "Can I ask you a favor before we go?"


I nodded. ‘What is it?”


“Can I kiss your forehead, and hug you one last time?"


I see nothing wrong about it. I nodded and let him…for his peace. I closed my eyes, and he lips landed on my forehead. Hayes had already hugged me before I could even open my eyes.



I tapped him on the shoulder. "Be happy and live a healthy life."



I watched Hayes leave the restaurant. He never looks back again.

I wish us the best of luck in life. It is never easy to lose someone. The worst thing about living is losing someone you love and having to live without them. The agony of losing them and not having them around is a painful suffering.


After seeing Hayes leave. I went to the receptionist. Nicole gave me a friendly smile. I'm grateful that they allowed us to speak, and privacy as well.



"Hello, thank you for allowing us to stay and talk," I said warmly.


Nicole was beaming with delight. 'We are happy to serve you, Ma'am.



“I’ll play everything tonight," I said, but Nicole shrugged.


"Our boss and manager have already warned us not to accept anything, Ma'am," she sweetly replied.


Hearing that, I pouted. And there's a big lamp shining down on me; they won't accept money, but I'm hoping they'll accept this.


“Hmm…How about this, I'll give you front-row seats to my concert?"


Her pupils dilated and she exclaimed. "'You got a concert, again, Ma'aam?! ”


I softly laughed. “It’s a surprise for my fans. I bet you got it early.” I winked. She still couldn’t believe it. I waved my hand. "I'll get the entire list tomorrow." Have a nice night!”



“"Thank you very much, Ma'am! You are indeed beautiful inside and out, every day!” Nicole shouted, happily.



I walked across the street. My phone is already too cold, and I never get text messages from him.

Did he arrive safe in his house?


When my phone vibrated just as I entered the elevator, my attention was drawn to it.



So, where did he go, and why did he text me so late? It took a long time to drive?



"I'm driving back to my condo right now." I'll text you when I get to my condo."

I frowned. Where did you go?

“Why are you still not home?” I asked him in reply.



He replied quick. “I’m just waiting for someone to get inside her condo.”


What? SO, he really had girlfriend? He went to her after seeing me?




I replied with a heavy heart. “Who?”


I think my heart just went back to him when I received his text. It was only one word, but everything became complicated all over again.

“You.”





I’m still confused. He’s waiting for me to get inside the condo. What does it mean, Mr. Billionare!