Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Elijah's POV

“This is what I only want to say tonight,”

I was flustered. I couldn't even move a single finger while I was staring at the woman that I have been waiting for. Her eyes shifted at me, and I knew that a lot of things changed. Her eyes that used to be filled with profound love, kindness, and softness suddenly turned into cold and blank eyes.

I have been coming to her company's runway each year, hoping to see her again and make it up to her. But now that she is already in front of me and I finally hear that voice that I was yearning for, I lost all my words. My brain suddenly froze from functioning and the only thing I could hear was the deafening beating of my chest, racing.

She looks so beautiful, just like before. It was what runs in my head. Her long hair is gone, but her short hair suits her a lot. She lost weight, different from the old her.

“I'm back,” that's what she only said as she handed the mic back to the emcee and left the stage with Brian, the model.

She looks so different from before. That moment, I wanted to do a lot of things with her. I wanna touch her, hold her hands, embrace her so tight, and kiss her. I wanna tell her how much I miss her and it makes me want to beg her again just to stay in my life. I couldn't take my eyes off her even when she was already banished in front. The crowd was noisy, talking about her sudden return.

She's back. My wife is finally back. It built so much hope in me.

When the event finished, I waited in the garage as I couldn't go in the backstage. I don't know what I should tell her. I don't know how I will approach her. It's been four years since we got divorced and separated. Right after the divorce, I never saw her again. Is she still mad at me? Does she still resent me?

“You should take a rest, Faith. We just arrived yesterday and you haven't had a proper rest yet. You won't lose a penny by taking a day off,” Brian's voice was able to capture my whole attention. He was walking with Faith who looked so exhausted. It makes me want to drive her home, but who am I right now to do that? I should have done it when everything was still fine before.

“Stop lecturing me, Brian. I know what I'm doing,” she almost glared at him.

I was only standing a bit far from them. I couldn't even make a step to confront her. I saw how Brian removed his coat and placed it on her shoulders, covering her arm. If I didn't become a jerk, would I be the one doing that for her? Would I be the one standing next to her and witnessing her success?

It breaks me. It breaks me so much to see her being taken care of by another man that is not me. It makes me regret everything I have done to her.

I froze when her eyes suddenly went at me. Brian noticed where she was staring at and landed his eyes at me as well. She didn't move her blank eyes away from me while I didn't know what to do. I have been waiting for her for four fucking years. I have been waiting for this day to come and yet there seems to be a lump blocking my throat.

“Faith,” that's what I only said.

Her eyes remained cold, they were so empty.

“I’m starving,” I almost thought that she was telling that to me. Not until she glanced at Brian, clinging her hand on his arm, and turned her back with him.

She ignored me there like I was just a wind. Brian opened the car's door for her and I watched their car leave. I was left standing there, with my heart remaining even more shattered.

I knew it. She hates and despises me up until now. You know what's worse? I cannot blame her because she experienced all the cruelty from us when she was being surreal with her genuine love that we just threw away.

Faith's POV

“Faith,”

It was the first time I heard his voice again. It's been four years since I last heard that voice. But then, it only reminded me of one thing: his voice rising towards me. I remember those days where I terrified him so much every time his voice would raise.

I thought he suffered? But why do I not see it from him? It's not enough. He must struggle so much that he never wished me to come back. He changed, just like how he looked at me when I lost our child. It was the Elijah I fell in love with that was standing in front of me. The Elijah that I always wished to have.

“I'm starving,” I intentionally said as I glanced to Brian beside me. I cling my hand on his arm and turn my back from Elijah as if I didn't see and hear him at all.

I was too firm. I did not glance at him even when we left.

“What do you want to eat? Do you want to stop over or should I just order food and deliver it to the hotel?” Brian asked who was sitting beside me.

I kept my silence as I was only watching the city lights outside the window. Elijah's face was painted in my head and I couldn't forget how he looked so shocked after seeing me again.

“What do you feel now that you finally saw him again?” Now, he noticed my silence.

What do I feel? Nothing changed. It was still hatred that filled my chest.

“He reminds me of everything I've been through,” I found my hands crumpled while I was already greeting my teeth. Every detail of the past was glued in my head. I will forget everything, but not their cruelty.

“You know that he won't stop bothering and chasing you, right? Now that you're back, he would probably do everything to get you back,” I know that very well.

I smirked as my plan began.

“Good,” I uttered. “Then I will be able to do everything I want to do towards him, too.”

I will do everything that will pain him, just like what he did when we were married. If he's that determined to get me back, then I will make him taste his own medicine. I will make him experience the cruelty of the true evil.

I heard how he heaved a sigh. “So, what do you want to eat? You said you're starving?”

I glanced at him with disappointment. Seriously? Was it not subtle that I don't really want to eat and I just made that reason up?

“I'm not starving, Brian.” I breathed heavily and shook my head.

I saw him pause and realized that it was just a reason.

“Oh,” he chuckled. “I'm so dumb.” He added, shaking his head unbelievably to himself.

Brian drove me home with the driver. He even walked me to my hotel room before he left, making sure that I am safe. I didn't eat anything that night. I only took a bath and threw myself on the bed. I took some time to scroll on my social media accounts and I wasn't surprised to see all the headlines of news about my comeback.

I shall say that it somehow satisfies me that night. The next day, I obeyed what Brian told me to do, to take a rest. So, I was alone when I went down for breakfast in the hotel. I became used to being alone like this as there were times that Lily, Lucas and Brian weren't around me to join me in everything I do.

“Faith,” I froze when I heard that unforgettable voice.

It was him again, Elijah, just like what I was expecting him to do next.

“Can we talk?”

What for? Why should we still talk? I remained looking blank in front of him. I swear, at that very moment, I wanted to throw the plate I was holding with food on top of it towards him.

How dare he show up after everything?

“Please, Faith.”

It's echoing in my head. I remember how he begged me many times and so much before. I remember all of that. His eyes were begging again. I can see how much he's willing to do everything for me. He's the one who's ruining his life by gluing himself to me. I'll make sure that he will have fun, then.

“It won't take long, I prom—”

“I want a house,” I said all of a sudden, which made him pause.

In order to make him suffer, I need to make a connection. Make your enemy closer, they say.

“Huh?”

“You're an architect, right? Design my house, Elijah.”

That moment, I was already having a blast by picturing all the things I would do.

This time, I would be the one to dominate you, Elijah.

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