Chapter 4 - Aggression transfer

Violet

I knew she was the one because Stewart showed me her picture a year ago while talking about her. I wouldn't lie, I saw the love in his eyes when he was talking about her. I saw how elated he was, but I never paid full attention to it. I mean, why should I let it bother me when he was already married to me? Even if Willow returned on that day, they couldn't get back together since he was married to me.

Her steps halted when she saw me and she flashed a wide smile. "Are you by a chance, Violet?" She questioned, leaning her head backward so that she could take a full glimpse of me.

I didn't know what to do. Was I supposed to nod my head like a lizard excitedly to the woman who took my place in my husband's event today? Was I supposed to smile at her and welcome her back?

I guessed she knew I was having mixed emotions as she didn't wait for me to respond to her before she came closer and held my hands. "I am Willow. Stewart must have told you about me. Thank you so much for taking care of him," She mumbled, grinning.

I swear, I hated that smile. I hated that smile because of how innocent it looked. Should I act rudely and shove her away? I was perplexed. I didn't want to seem like a bad person.

Abruptly, her expression took a drastic turn. The smile on her face dissipated and twisted into a cold menacing countenance. "You are the substitute he told me about, right?" She asked. Her once calm and tiny voice had become deep with a hint of spite.

I was stunned. Where did those innocence and calmness go?

"What!" I spurted out.

She swung my hands away and chuckled. "Well, I just want to tell you that I am back to claim my man,” She said.

Thinking about what I had gone through since the beginning of that day, I decided to teach her a lesson. It was just so unfortunate that she would be the one I would transfer my frustrations, aggressions, and stress.

Swaying a gaze of mockery over her, I cackled out. "You are such a foolish funny woman, Willow. Yeah! You are back. You are back to see a better woman take the man you dumped like trash," I told her. "And don't you even dare call me your substitute? Stewart chose me because he loved me," I added.

She chuckled, "Wow! Locking you in the kitchen and stopping you from attending his birthday party must also be a sign of love, right?"

Tears rushed to eyelids as she made that statement. I was forced to remember the ugliest and most humiliating moment of my life.

"Shut up, Willow!" I gritted, seething with anger and clasping my fists beside me.

"And what will you do if I don't stop?" She asked, standing head-on with me and piercing an unwavering gaze into my eyes.

"I swear, Willow. I am going to teach you a lesson if you don't stop running your mouth like a tap," I threatened and she burst into laughter.

Poking my chest with her fingers, she challenged, "I dare you to try, Violet. Try me,"

"Don't tempt me, Willow. Even Stewart wouldn't be able to ....,"

Before I could complete my statement, she cut me short. "Divorce him," She spurted out abruptly.

I snorted. I just heard the funniest joke of my life. "You are a joker!" I told her and began to walk past her.

"You don't have a choice, Violet. Stewart already chose me over you. Asking you to divorce him is the only way I can help you leave with a little dignity since you have traded everything for money," She said, causing me to pause in my tracks.

Anger coursed through me. How dare she! Who said that she also has the right to shame my situation like others? Turning, I dashed to her and grabbed her nightdress neckline. "Repeat that and I will make you regret ever owning a mouth," I threatened, my eyes darkening.

She giggled. "Oh! You are cool. I love it," She said and yanked my hands away from her dress. "And don't even touch me with those filthy hands of yours. Know your mate, you poverty-stricken bastard," She shouted, spitting in my face and I was propelled to lift my hand and strike her harshly on the cheek.

"Kpaak!" The sound of slaps reverberated across the corridor. At this point, I knew Stewart and his family would come out soon, yet I didn't care. I had already dug my grave, how about I dig it deeply?

"What do you know, Willow? Do you think everyone will be a shameless bastard like you? How dare you return to ruin my marriage? You will regret ever coming back," I blasted and she chuckled while holding her cheek which had swiftly turned red.

"You are so pathetic, Violet. You are pathetic and useless. I was able to do what you couldn't do for two years in a space of two months," She said, smiling sinisterly.

My expression squished. What was she talking about?

"I am pregnant," She announced. "I am carrying Stewart's baby. I did what you couldn't do. How do you think Stewart would feel when he finds out that you just hit the woman who is carrying his first child?" She questioned, but I couldn't answer. I had dug the wrong grave. I might really die.

In a blink of an eye, Willow rushed to the top of the stairs. Her gaze moved in the direction of Stewart's room. Then, she shifted it back to me. "Watch me play the game like a professional," She let out, grinning ambiguously with a sinister glint flashing across her eyes.

I knew she was planning, so I ran toward her. The moment the door to Stewart's door opened, she shouted my name, "Violet, please!" and tumbled over the stairs. I tried to stop her, but it was futile. My hand didn't get to her before she fell.

I couldn't move. My hands stiffened as I stared at Willow lose her consciousness as she landed at the bottom of the stairs.

Stewart, Madam Josephine, and Katie dashed out at the same time and saw the scene. Immediately, they presumed that I had pushed her. I knew that because of the gasp they were throwing.

Beads of sweat shrouded me and my body trembled rigorously. I don't know who was more dangerous between Katie and Willow.

"I didn't do it, Stewart. She pushed herself down the stairs because she wanted to set me...,"

"My baby... She is carrying my baby. My baby... Violet just hurt my baby," Stewart shouted, still in shock. He rushed to me and without waiting to listen to what I had to say, he threw a punch that sent me to the wall.

Violently, my head hit the wall and my vision became blurry. Without struggling with it, I succumbed to the darkness hovering around me, falling into an endless abyss of blackness.