Celia’s POV
I ran back to Elijah’s house before I get in Sasha’s car. He doesn’t look surprised but concerned. “Please let me talk to him for once. I don’t have his number.”
He stared for a brief moment of time and went back into his house, probably to fetch his phone. When he came back, he is already on line with the other man. That other man is the man I love whom people are mistaking that he has married Amy, the girl who ruined my life. My hand shivered when I took the phone and keep it at my ear. I hold it with my two hands to stop myself from trembling. This should be a lie.
There is a killing silence. I heard him taking a breath. “I have to do this.” He finally said.
“Why, Alex?” I questioned biting my lips so hard that I wonder they didn’t bleed yet.
“Because, that’s what I want. Look Celia, having you
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