CHAPTER 3

"Oh my gosh! Oh my! What did I do?!" The voice of a girl hysterically opening the driver's door couldn't help but shake frantically.

"Miss, I'm sorry, does something hurt?"

A calmer voice, I thought, the voice of a man approached me and apologized again.

Seemed like I only heard 'sorry' this day. Was this the word of the day?

I forced myself to open my eyes and a few passersbys saw us, they sauntered around me, curious of what just happened, they helped me stand up, blood flowing near my temples and my sight became blurry, but I saw in my peripherals that the kid's mother was apologetically thanking me as she held her daughter.

"Did she die?"

The car that hit me was a colour red sports car, red, that's my favourite colour, but the car was blocked from my view by the lady who went out of the driver's seat and scurried towards me, she was wearing a white spaghetti strap dress and has long black hair, she's beautiful.

That's what I remember before my eyelid went heavy and my eyes deliberately shut on their own.

"There's no problem. She just collapsed because of the shock."

I woke up next to a white ceiling and blinding white lights: I was in the hospital, and the doctor was explaining to the two people standing near my hospital bed that there was no need to worry.

They looked like a couple, the girl in a white dress had her hands snaked over the man's waist, they were on their backs so I could only watch their movements and listen to what they were saying, the man in a black business suit seemed so worried as the doctor further explained.

The only person who was looking at me was my son, who was sitting on a chair near me.

He was alerted when he saw me open my eyes.

"Ma's awake!" he announced and went to me, that's when the couple turned their backs and noticed.

I placed my hand on top of Levi's head and gave a small smile.

"Glad you're awake, Sulli."

My eyes focused on the man who said that in a soft manner. How did he know my name?-

Slowly, my frown got bigger, the man's face became clearer, and I recognized him more than ever!

The couple- the lady in a white dress that snakes her hand on the man's waist, was the father of my son!

If only I could jump while lying on the bed, my shockness would be well-delivered.

I know there's a slim chance that we'll meet the father of my son now that we're in the country, but I never thought it would be the day after we arrived! Did he hear Levi ask for his father?

"Don't move too much, I requested a whole CT scan," he exclaimed and tried to touched me, but I used all the strength I had and scooted away but I flinched because of the pain.

"Babe, you knew her?"

I almost forgot that we have the lady in a white dress and the doctor in the room.

I grabbed my son closer to me, and the man just smiled and turned to the lady in white. "Yeah, she's the one I couldn't forget."

What he said was so meaningful, my lips puckered, and I narrowed my eyes at him. The lady in white gave a sad smile and lowered her head.

"Ma, what's wrong?"

I rolled my eyes before settling them on my son. "Nothing, let's go home."

I sat up and was about to leave the bed, but the man grasped my hand. "No. No, stay there for a while. Yuna, why don't you leave us? You too, doc."

Same old Trevor, he likes to hide his orders by asking nicely.

The lady in white and the doctor couldn't do anything but leave as he asked.

My shoulders slumped, and my back was on the headrest, I let my son sit with me, and I narrowed my eyes at the man in front of us.

Trevor Halderon Clark, his family own an airport, and he is an international lawyer who has a billion-dollar net worth. He lives in luxury and gets what he wants by giving orders while asking nicely. The last thing I heard was he inherited his family's jaw-dropping business and was now one of the sought-after billionaire.

Just like what he did that made him get his way with me, if the devil works hard, he works harder by putting on a nice handsome mask that covers his bad character so well.

I must admit, I'm still a little anxious and mad towards him after all he did, he was five years older than me and could man up and fight our love as I did until the end, instead, all the heartaches and humiliation came back to me.

As if the pain of recognizing him every day when I see Levi's face was not enough. He stood at the foot of the bed, and the air became uncomfortably awkward. Levi stayed silent, but his face was full of confusion right now.

"Hey, it's been a while," he started.

I planned to ignore him, so I started to dangle my feet on the bed and brought down Levi.

"Sulli, you're not going to ignore me for the rest of our lives, right?"

I only earned bruises and scratches when I bumped into the hood of the car, and the lady who drove stepped on the brakes just in time. I forgot to say my gratitude to her, so I stood up, and a pair of slippers were given to me.

"We can talk for a second." He offered me slippers, and his eyes were begging for my attention.

They were round and shiny, I stared at them for so long in the past, and so it seemed like I missed them.

I erase that thought immediately. Levi has the same eyes as him. Why would I miss staring at them? It's more realistic to say that I got used to them, and I hate them now.

"I let Yuna and the doctor out," he reasoned out, the same thing he said when we broke up, and the same thing that I loathe about him.

I scowled at him and pursed my lips into a thin line. "Who's she?"

My hands were balled into fists all the time. His face contorted and chuckled innocently. "Who, Yuna?"

I want to wipe off the smile on his face, he has not changed after all these years, he still shows a kind façade to people so that he can get them wrapped in his fingers, that anything he asked they had no choice but to do, then after he got all he wanted, he'll show his devil face and throw them like a trash— like what he did to me.

"Don't worry, she's not my girlfriend," he replied arrogantly and stood straight.

"I'm not asking about that." I avoided his gaze.

She calls him babe, and I'm not going to believe a more hard worker than the devil himself.

I saw my bag on the table, and I remembered why I was still there. "Levi, can you get my bag, please?"

"So, he's our son."

I turned to him and scowled. "No, why did you say that? Levi might assume that's true."

That's the last thing I want to hear from him, I'm not against having a conversation with past relationships, I'm civil with them, especially when it was a long time ago. My relationship ended five years ago with him, I have no intention of starting it all over again.

"Ma, is he not?" Levi handed me my bag and asked me curiously.

I gave him a sad smile and touched his chin. "No, darling, come, let's go home."

I grabbed his hand and was heading to the door, but he blocked us with his body.

"I'll pay for my medical bills. Thank you for bringing me here," I said and got to the other side, but he followed us.

"You don't need to—" I cut off his reply by raising my hand to stop him.

"I insist, and I hope this is the last time we meet."

Yes, because what more do I need to do? It's enough that our love blossomed, and he gave me Levi. I acknowledge him as being the father, but I don't plan to share my darling with him. He once threw me like trash, I once witnessed his true face behind his mask. If he works harder than the devil, then I will work the hardest to beat him.