HIS SWEET REVENGE

Celine’s POV

I walked out of Bryan’s room before he could ask me any questions. It is obvious he didn’t know that was the major reason why I left and I didn’t tell him either.

What was the point of telling him when he doesn’t even listen to me? What was the point when he had already concluded that I left with no genuine reason?

I would never have left if we were really married because we love each other or if I know he would accept the baby to be his child.

But he hated me. He showed me so much hatred. That hatred was what I was avoiding. I didn’t want him to rub it off my child. I wanted him to grow up to be loved and to understand what love is.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Bryan has a bad idea about love. He doesn’t have the heart to love anymore. He is stone-hearted and I used to think it wasn’t his fault when I was still living here as his wife but now I think it is.

I feel Bryan is doing all of this on purpose because he doesn’t want to heal. He doesn’t want to let go of the past. He doesn’t want to move on from the past. He doesn’t want to accept the changes that have happened to him. He doesn’t want to accept his fate.

He keeps forcing it. And it is doing no good to him.

Now that he knows, I hope he will be able to think back in hindsight to realize his mistakes and know how wrong he had behaved towards everyone.

He needs to accept the truth. The reality.

He can not heal without that.

I told myself that I would no longer feel any atom of sympathy for him but here I am wishing he can just let go and be finally free. I desperately wish he can be free from the shackles of the past. Even when he doesn’t deserve it.

He didn’t answer my question and I am still curious. I want to know the truth. I want to know if what I saw on the internet is true.

Derick Dominguez is the exact replica of Paxton. Paxton looks like the older version of Derick, probably because of his full beards and full eyebrows and I wonder how he got them.

Derick was charged with murder and is wanted and I can’t believe it.

How is it even possible that someone I know, someone I have shared my thoughts with, someone I had spent years with, someone who acted like a father to my child is nothing but a murderer?

Paxton was the only friend I had. Becoming Bryan’s wife for a year turned me into an outcast. Nobody wanted to relate with me because it was said in the news that I divorced the billionaire.

I still can’t believe it.

Grabbing my phone from the bed, I dial his number, my left hand on my waist and the other holding the phone firmly to my ears.

I need to talk to him. I need to hear him out. I need to know the truth and I need to know how he is doing.

This is beyond me.

I do not believe this.

Bryan should have just told me what the truth is and I will be left to solve the puzzles before me.

The phone rings for a few minutes and I anticipate hearing his voice but suddenly it goes into voicemail.

I curse inwardly and dial the number again.

It is unreachable.

I try again and again and it is unreachable. In frustration, I growl.

What should I do? Why is no one telling me what they know about him? Camilla won’t answer me and Bryan isn’t answering either.

Not giving up, I pick up the phone again and dial his number, praying silently for the number to go through.

When it rings, I puff out the air I don’t know I am holding in, anxious to hear his phone.

At the fifth ring, someone picks but it doesn’t sound like Paxton’s voice.

“Hello, Paxton”, I say into the voice. “hello.”

The person who picked up isn’t saying anything and I wonder why.

I check the phone to see that the call is still on.

“Hello, please I need to speak with Paxton. Is he fine?” I say before I realize I don’t even know how to put my questions to him even if he is the one who picked.

What would I have asked him?

Are you Paxton or Derrick? Are you a murderer? What is your last name? Where do you come from? Are you in disguise? Who is real between Derick and Paxton? Is Derick the fake one while you are the real one?

“Hello?” I shout into the phone and it gets disconnected immediately.

I stare at the phone in shock. Who the hell was that who couldn’t even tell me if he is at least fine? What rude behavior!

I pace the room, thinking of what to do. Jason had fallen asleep right after taking a bath and breakfast.

Should I go see Paxton in the house? He might probably be there. Is Bryan gone to the office already? What excuse should I give?

Without thinking, I twirl back and rush out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me so I won’t wake Jason.

Hastily, I walk to the living room, making for the door when a voice stops me.

“Where are you sneaking to?” This is when it dawns on me that I have been forbidden from going out.

Why didn’t I think of this before coming out?

Shit!

I turn back slowly to meet their gaze of Bryan. He is with his briefcase, fully dressed for work. I wonder why he is late today. It is past 10 am already.

“Where are you going, Celine?”

I lower my head, and bite my lips, thinking of what excuse to give him.

Why does he have to catch me whenever I want to defy him? Should I just tell him the truth?

“Will you please just tell me the truth about Paxton already?” I ask him with curiosity written all over me.

He is silent for a while before asking. “The truth? What more truth do you want?”

“The whole truth. Who he is. Where he came from and others. Everything you know about him”, I stamp my feet on the floor in frustration. I hate to be kept in the dark, probably because of how transparent I was. Being married to Bryan taught me how to be secretive.

“Isn’t he your boyfriend?” He mocks, a smile teasing his lips. “You should know everything about him.”

“He isn’t”, I grit my teeth in anger.

Bryan ignores me and walks past me. “Bryan.”

“Were you going back to the apartment to satisfy your curiosity?” He questions, turning back to face me squarely.

I avoid his gaze. How can I say yes to that? He might probably start scolding me.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t do that. I will do all I can in my power to protect you, Celine”, he says, then adds. “Because you are my son’s mother but if you insist on doing things your way and something happens in the long run, I won’t be held responsible for anything, ok?”

I can’t believe what I am hearing. Silence is an answer. This is what he always says.

How can he be talking about protecting me when he should be scolding me for harboring the thought of visiting a murderer?

“If you go and something bad happens, I won’t be held responsible, ok?” He yells and I jerk backward in fright.

“Yes,” I answer sharply before I know it, my initial confidence gone.

“Remember you are forbidden from going out so I would advise you to go back to the room and watch after our son. He is your duty and the reason why you are here”, he turns away from me, opens the door, and walks out leaving me standing still with my curiosity intact.