14. Old pains

MIRABEL

"Wait what!" Beauty screamed and I had to place my palm over her mouth, preventing her from making my noise as people were now looking in our direction.

We were seated  in front of a coffee shop close to the office. Since we were closed for the day from work, we decided to go there to speak as she noticed that I wasn't happy.

The first question she asked me when she saw me was if I was fired to which I shook my head in response.

She asked me what had happened and I honestly tried not to tell her but she wasn't going to let it be I couldn't yet tell her that he was my husband so I told her about the fact that he was my high school bully.

"You mean you went to the same school as him? I think he knows it's you and that's why he hired you and that's why he's still torturing you but why would he do that?"

Before I could speak, she was already speaking again. "I can only think of two reasons. One, you offended him in the past and him badly or he likes you."

I almost choked on my coffee when I heard the second option. 

"Relax girl." She chuckled.

"That's not possible. He doesn't like me. Have you heard of what he did to me? He was the one who made me a victim of bully back in high school. The nerd girl who was enjoying their money hence the reason I had a chance to attend the same school as them."

"He did a lot of terrible things to me and I've never done any to him." Thinking about the memory only made my heart ache because my high school memory was bad.

"So he picked you out and chose to bully you and after so many years, you apply to the company he's the CEO of and he accepted you when there are others with two master's degrees and even a PhD?"

"Make it make sense honey," she took a sip of her coffee. "He either still hates you for something you have no idea about or he likes you." 

"A man would bully the women they like for two reasons, they aren't confident enough to confess to her about their feelings or they want her attention, and if you say it's neither of them then I don't know what to say."

I think hard on her words about him hating me for something I had no idea of because the way he spoke to me earlier felt like he was holding grudges.

It was far more than me accepting to marry him although I had no idea he was the one I was getting married to. 

It felt like he was speaking in riddles, telling me something that I had no clue of. I never offended Giveon. He was the one who started to bully me.

He and his best friend Chris. Then one day, Chris made me think he wanted to make it up to me because he would be graduating soon and asked me to go out with him.

He said it wasn't a date, just a make-up outing. I was reluctant but he made me go. A drop of tears slipped down my cheek as I recalled what happened that day. 

That was the most embarrassing day of my life. 

"Are you alright?" Beauty asked, concern laced in her tone.

I nodded my head in response. "If you don't want to talk or think about it then you don't have to. I'm always here when you are ready to talk." 

"I don't think he likes me. I think he might have a grudge against me."

"Do you recall what you might have done for him to hate you this much?" She asked.

I shook my head because I had no idea what it was. "I still don't know. 

"How do you plan on handling it then? It doesn't seem like he would stop. Do you need the job badly?" 

"I don't know." I could hardly hear my voice. 

The choice wasn't up to me and she didn't know I was married to my bully. It made it all worse for me. 

"Breathe baby girl." Beauty was now standing by my side, her arms around my shoulder as she consoled me.

"It's okay for you to take your time. I don't know it all but I know you will be fine. Maybe you can try standing up to him but that's only if you are certain that you won't lose your job or you have another job."

"Thank you, Beauty." I felt grateful to her.

I knew her yesterday and somehow she has managed to leave her impact on me. We ended up talking about her ex and she ended up telling me some funny story that cheered me up. 

I got home a little after eight that night, hoping for Giveon not to be around so that we wouldn't see. I've already had enough of him while at the office and I didn't want that while at home. 

But to my luck, Giveon was on the stairs as I entered the house. 

He hadn't seen me as he was looking at his phone. I felt the pit of my stomach clench seeing him walking down the stairs. I wouldn't be able to escape him because he was going to say mean words to me to ruin my day.

He took his eyes off his phone and he's finally looking at me. I clung to my handbag, looking everywhere else but him. 

"Once again, you are back after me. Do you want to share where you go after work?" He raised his brows in a questioning manner.

I heard footsteps and soon, a lady with blonde hair in a nightwear made her way downstairs. 

The more I looked at her, the more familiar she became. I’ve seen her somewhere. Where could I have seen her? 

It snapped in my head as I recognized the lady. She was the one I saw Giveon fucking on his desk the other day. What was she doing here? Could she be doing here?”

Wait? Is she Giveon's girlfriend!