CHAPTER 64

CHAPTER 64

From the moment that I took the lift, I know. I just know that it’s the end for us.

What will end, anyway?
We're not even starting. I thought to myself.

It feels like the ride of the lift is getting longer than it was a while ago.

My feelings?

It’s constant. I don't even feel like crying. Tears are not falling on my eyes. I'm like a stone without feelings. I feel numb. My whole body is down and it feels like the earth is on my shoulder.

My phone consistently rings but I don't want to see whose calling.

Why did he do that?
Why would he take pictures of me without me knowing it?
What his purpose anyway?

But above all, why does he have a signature forger's number? Is he been setting me up to something I don't know.
All my efforts to see who's the forger is and find evidences to make sure that I was right about Jean's falsification of signatures.
I devoted my time, my emotions and my effort to help him solve his company's problem.
That's why?

That's why Nick can't find anything. That's why he told me he went to almost every place and find nothing except for a man who doesn’t want to entertain him.
Is he the forger?
I don't care anymore.
He set me up.

When the elevator reached the lobby, I stepped out from it. My phone rings again.

I don't know why I didn’t answer the call. I don't know if I'm afraid to see him on the caller I'd or afraid that he's not even calling me.

Does he not trust me?

I didn't know how I managed to get a cab, but gladly, I did it.

Emerson pov

Why am I so idiot! I said to myself as I rake my hair, angrily. I felt so angry with myself.

When I saw her going out of my office and she looks lost, my heart beats. She looks like she just lost someone. I remember how she looked when her little sister died. Yes, her Mia. That's what she looks like.

F*ck!! Why I even put that d*mn folder on the desk? I questioned myself as I sat down the couch, covering my face with my hands, rubbing it endlessly.

I'm in a fury. Standing again as I clench my fist, not knowing what I needed to do for her to listen to me. I instantly grab the vase on the center table and throw it on the wall. Glass shattered.
"Why!!!!" I shout, raking my hair like I've never been angry before. "Why of all the day?!" Continue shouting.

When I saw my phone, I called her many times. But as expected, she didn't answer. I threw my phone.

It’s useless.

I'm getting angrier with myself.

My hand reached the ceramic vases and threw it everywhere. Shattered glasses in my dining room. At my last throw, I leaned my head on the wall, closing my eyes.

Why does it have to happen? Why when the time I was so sure to confess everything? I was ready to say everything to her. Why now?

I sat down, still leaning on the wall. My arms hugging my knees while rocking back and forth. I'm like a child having tantrums.

I felt a hot liquid coming on my cheeks. I'm crying? I wipe it off trying to be strong.

I don't cry.
I never cried before and absolutely not now.

But the stupid hot liquid continued to pour.

When my hands went on the floor, I didn't realize that it has shattered glasses.

Red liquid starts to drop on the floor when I rest my arms on my knees. I didn't feel the pain. It’s nothing compared to what I'm feeling. And my feelings are nothing compare to what Love now feels.

I know that she thinks that I betrayed her.
That I used her
That I don't care
But..
I care.
I..

Yes, nodding my head in agreement.

I love her.

Finally admitting to myself
I don't know when but it happened.
It’s not the same to what I felt with Crizza.

Love pov

When I opened my apartment, it’s dark. Of course, no one's here.
I'm alone.

Putting my things on the couch, I went straight to my bed without changing my clothes. Changing is something I don't want to do.
I wanted to cry. But it’s not flowing from my eyes. I'm still feeling numb. I felt nothing. Nah da!





Emerson pov

I went to where I threw my phone and try to call her. Unluckily, it’s not functioning. Why would you throw your phone and get it when you woke up from that anger?

I don't know what to do!

If I went to her apartment, I'm sure she's not going to answer me. She won't let me in. She won't even listen.

I was having some thoughts when I heard the elevator dings.

Could it be her?
Did she come back?
I ran to where the elevator is but stop my tracks when I saw who came out of the lift.

Jem and Martha

They looked shocked when they saw me.

Martha looked at my hands and her eyes got bigger. Her eyes trailed on the floor where I think tiny droplets of blood are pouring.

"What the f*ck happened to you! Why you have blood on your hands?!" Jem shouted and ran towards me to look at my hands.

When he looked at it he runs inside the dining area. "What happened here?!" Jem shouted.

Martha slowly went at me with handkerchief on her hands.

"Why?" She asked me softly.
She reach my hands and try to look at it, wiping the blood.

"Love" I whispered.

"What happened?" She asked me again, looking at my eyes.

"She knows." I said to her silently, looking at the floor. "She found it out." I added.

"That's why." Jem said, interrupting us.

Martha looked at Jem questioningly.
"He set up Love to work for him, telling her that his Company is losing big money and that it’s Jean's fault. But the truth is she's not at fault. He planned everything. He even hired an investigator, following her everywhere, taking pictures." Jem explained.

"Why?" Martha asked. Looking as stressed as me.

"Because I want her" I confessed to her.

"No. He loves her, actually." Jem corrected.
And all I did was to nod.