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Instead of taking offense, Tristan leaned even closer with a confident smirk.
“Is it because of your fiancé? He’s nothing to boast about except for his pretty face.”
I heard something snapped like a thread, holding something inside me.
That nagging feeling.
I sweetly smiled at him while my hand caressed his cheek which made his smile grew wider.
“You can’t even be compared to a single strand of Cain’s hair.” Then I pinched his cheek and stood up to leave him there before I punch the daylights out of him.
Before I could even turn the handle though, he rudely grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the wall.
“Let go of me.”
To all oddity, my voice remained calm.
Tristan leaned in closer so our faces were just inches apart – yet I didn’t avert my gaze from his. Challenging him to continue.
He caressed my cheek as I continued to glare at him.
“I totally understand that you don’t want to break up with him. He’s a waste with a pretty face like that. How about we keep this a secret to ourselves? Think about it. I’m a nice catch. You can have the best of both worlds.” He seductively smiled as his thumb pressed my lips.
The nerve of this man!
“You want me to cheat just like what you’ve been doing your entire life?”
Tristan was surprised, but only for a moment before he lazily grinned.
“Not cheat, Hon. All I’m doing is giving love to all the women out there. I’m actually doing you all a service.”
“Let me go. I don’t want to be associated with a pig like you.” I sneered which just made him smirked even more.
“Pig? Then all men are pigs. Do you really believe that your fiancé is not the same?” He continued when he saw my face twitched.
“With a face like that, I’m sure he has his fair share of women left and right.”
“Don’t associate Cain with the likes of you.”
“He’s a man my dear. Once he’s gotten bored with you, he’ll find something new.”
Yes, that’s what I think so too in the past.
You made me think that way.
You made me into a girl who despised the words love and forever.
You made me hate myself for being naive to fall in love with you.
You made me disgusted at myself for sleeping with you.
You made me lose my confidence as a woman, as a person.
You made me feel scared to fall in love again.
You’ve broke me.
The final thread finally snapped, and all that nagging feeling busted out.
“Now I know why fate has suddenly brought you to me.”
He stopped kissing my neck and raised his head – looking all seductive.
“Is it to love you?” He grinned.
And I grinned back.
“No – it’s to take my revenge!”
I smashed my head on his nose.
All the violent cells in my body cheered. My blood boiled. My heart was thumping with excitement as adrenaline rushed all over my system.
That nagging feeling was this! Cain had been right!
My body wanted me to take revenge!
My heart screamed for me to take justice for it.
My soul howled for me to extract retribution for its peace!
He repulsed back, holding his bloody nose. I didn’t give him time to recover.
I ran towards him and kneed his stomach which he yelped in pain.
“Son of a bi–!”
A kick connected to his jaw, and he stumbled on a vase, crushing it to pieces.
He was fuming with anger now as his bloody face contorted in an ugly roar.
He sprinted towards my direction and flexed his arm to punch me when I sidestep, grabbed his arm, kicked his feet and threw him on the table.
He was groaning in pain as he tried to get up, but I was not about to let him. I grabbed his hair while he was still in a daze and used all my strength to drag him on the pantry and banged his head on the countertop.
I roared like a madman as I kept grabbing his hair and banged his face on the cabinet, then I tossed him again on the broken table with the glass shards scattered all over the floor.
The glass table was now completely broken with him lying on it with his face on the ground.
I let out another roar while my brain kept on cheering – beat him! Beat him! Beat him! Beat him!
I straddled his back and grabbed his hair and banged it on the scattered shards of glass and pressed it there – hard.
My mother’s horrid voice snapped me out of my violent state, and I saw Cristy shaking behind her.
There you are my conniving two face slutty whore of an ex-best friend.
Cristy’s eyes bulged out like she was seeing a cracked girl with bloodstained hands creepily smiling at her, unblinkingly.
Before she could even utter ‘no’, my fist hit her hard on her nose with a crunching sound.
NOW THAT IS SATISFYING!!!!
With my ragged breathing and panting breathes, I looked around the once elegant modern room which turned into something like a group of thieves had just ransacked everything.
My eyes stared at the bloody limp body of a man that was battered black and blue that his face couldn’t even be recognize, and I turned towards the girl who was now on the floor with one hand on her bloody nose while her other hand was frantically raised in the air while she desperately moved away from me, crying.
I breathed a mouthful of air and exhaled it slowly through my mouth, not minding one bit of my mother’s frantic cries.
I tell you.
I never felt this refresh in my entire life.
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