An eye for an eye (Part 6)
In the blink of an eye
Stella POV
The first taste of betrayal was like a drug that paralysed my entire being, which lay like a corpse in bed. Mom reached out to me several times and knocked on my door worriedly, but I didn’t have the strength to respond.
What should I say to her? That my dearest friend and boyfriend deceived me in the most disgusting way. I felt like a lead character in a cliche movie who is perpetually betrayed by her lover and her best friend at the start of the film, then leaves everything without saying anything and moves to her hometown, where she meets a cowboy who’s a golden retriever as well, and they live happily ever after. Only it isn’t a movie, but reality, and my head is too hazy to react to anything right now.
But they won’t get away with it. They messed with the wrong person. But I wanted to know when it began. Why did Ethan do this to me? Did our five-year relationship mean nothing to him, so he fell for that devious girl with only money and beauty? Perhaps he was drawn to her wealth and beauty, which I lacked.
Of course, he got a high-ranking position, which Carla must have told and bragged about, while she was also preventing me from telling him. She was such a terrible backstabbing b*tch.
Warm tears began to flow again and immersed in my hair, as if my heart was bleeding, spiking my every present nerve to do something and not just stay like this while Ethan and Carla were buoyant by playing with my feelings and trampling my existence as if I were not an important part of their life but rather a pawn in their game.
The entire day was spent like this, and the next morning, the fog cleared and I saw everything red. Ethan and Carla’s red blood would be forged with my bare hands.
I sprang out of bed and dashed to my cabinet to grab what I needed before getting ready. Initially confronting Carla, I’d like to confront Ethan first, because he deserves to be punched first.
After getting ready, I strolled downstairs wearing a basic green cardigan and blue pants. My face was makeup-free, and my eyes were bloodshot. Neither Mom nor Dad were at home. Probably she took him to his monthly check-up. When I entered the kitchen, I noticed a sticky note. Mom left me a note.
“Are you alright, hon? Call me after you wake up. I’m headed with your Dad to the hospital for his checkup. Also, I prepared some grilled cheese for you. It’s on the microwave.”
Crumbling the note in my fist, I was about to go when my stomach rumbled in hunger, and I realised that I needed some energy to confront Ethan. I took the cold grilled cheese from the microwave and ate it angrily while getting a cab over the phone because Ethan’s office was too far away.
Thank god the Lachlan corporate address was on Google; otherwise, I’d have to deal with Carla, which I wasn’t prepared for.
The cab was arriving in fifteen minutes, and I checked my WhatsApp, where I had received many messages from my classmates, mockingly enquiring about what had just transpired.
Why did my best friend suddenly get engaged with my boyfriend? Carla’s outspokenness made everyone aware of Ethan. She wasn’t even ashamed of it; what would others say or think about her? Guess what? She didn’t care. She had thick skin.
And I was mistaken; no one would say anything to her since her money spoke louder than my self-respect. My already swollen eyes burned with tears that threatened to fall again.
My bell notification startled me just as my cab came, and I left the house determined not to return without murdering both of them. Cheaters deserve to rot in hell, not spend their lives exactly as they wish.
Lachlan’s corporation was massive, just like any other top-tier company. If I hadn’t been in such a mess, I would have appreciated this company’s magnificent and distinctive architecture.
I entered the reception area and looked around to see where I should go. This was the first time I’d visited Ethan’s office, which resembled Carla’s uncle’s office. I was hoping inwardly that I wouldn’t have to confront anyone I knew just now.
Shaking my head, I approach the person sitting behind the sleek enormous silver desk and enquire about Ethan.
“And you are?”
She was typing gracefully while looking at me with a question in her eyes: “Who am I? And why do I want to meet him?
Of course, Ethan must be in a better position now that he’s engaged to Carla. So he gets the privilege, but what should I tell her? That I am his girlfriend, and that he slept with her best friend and abandoned me as if I were nothing to him.
I glared at her, and a tired sigh escaped from me.
“I am his best friend, and I’d like to congratulate him. Can you tell me where his floor is?”
She was astonished, and then a smile spread across her face.
“Sure. Should I notify him first that you’re going to meet him?”
I shook my head and informed her.
“No, all I want him to do is surprise him. He is disappointed that I did not attend his engagement. So I need to make up for it.”
By smashing his exquisite jawline, which he takes pride in.
“Oh! That is unfortunate. Okay! He is on the fifth level, and the staff there can escort you to his cabin. Let me inform them.”
“Thank you.”
I march towards the lift, only to see that my heart has begun to beat rapidly and my palm has become a slimy mess. Gritting my teeth, I urge myself to hold it together.
I pressed the lift button and waited for it to open, which it did in an instant; I was inside before I could click the fifth floor button. Someone with a large figure in a suit entered with grace and smelt like a million dollars.
I didn’t look at his face but waited for someone else to enter, but there was no one except him, so I went ahead and clicked the button while he was also about to push it, and as a result, our fingers brushed, jolting both me and him.
“Sorry!”
I stepped away, tilting my face to meet a familiar face I had seen someplace else but couldn’t recall. He also looked at me, and a smile appeared on his face.
“What in the.…blink of the eye, is this truly you, madaáme?”
He stared at me as if I were someone he was urgently looking for, which made me feel strange until it hit me. He was the same blue-eyed French guy who saved me from embarrassment a few weeks before. What’s he doing here?
To be continued.
