Till More Hate Do Us Part
1112 Words
ALISA'S POV
"Your fiancé is outside," Mabel said, handing me a mug of hot chocolate.
"He’s not my fiancé," I snapped, taking a sip.
"Well, to the rest of the world, he is," Mabel replied, taking her seat at the small kitchen table.
"Well, I haven’t had breakfast yet. So, he’s just going to have to wait."
Mabel looked toward the window, worried. "You don't think he’ll be angry? A man like that doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Why do we care about his emotions?" I called out as she walked back into the kitchen.
I intentionally took my time. I chewed slowly, sipping my drink and waiting for him to barge through the front door like the psychopath he was. I expected a scene. I expected him to yell. But fifteen minutes passed, and the house remained quiet. No Caden.
I started to feel a tiny bit worried. I dropped my spoon, grabbed my bag, and stood up. "Mabel, I’m leaving!"
"Alright, be careful!" she shouted back.
I stepped out onto the sidewalk, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but his massive SUV wasn't there anymore. My heart sank. Of course, he didn't wait. He wasn't the type to sit around for anyone.
Just as I was about to turn back inside, a sleek, black Sedan pulled up to the curb. It was smaller than the SUV but still looked like it cost more than my entire life. The door opened, and the same huge guy from the office stepped out.
"Miss Alisa," he said, standing as stiff as a board.
"He sent you, didn't he?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"What’s your name?" I asked, looking up at the man who was built like a mountain.
"Charles."
"Alright, Charles. Let’s go mourn the dead," I said, stepping into the back seat.
If I thought I’d ever been embarrassed before, it was nothing compared to today. I was late. I knew it was mostly my fault, but I blamed Caden anyway for not giving me an exact time.
The ceremony wasn't in a church. It was held in a private cemetery that looked more like a beautiful garden. It reminded me of a garden wedding, except everyone was dressed in black and the energy was miserable. As I walked in, every single head turned in my direction.
I felt like a bug under a microscope. I scurried to the back and found an empty seat, keeping my head down while the priest continued to speak. Luckily, people eventually looked back toward the casket.
Suddenly, I felt hot breath against my ear. It sent a shiver down my spine.
"Follow me," a voice whispered.
I turned around. It was Caden. He didn't wait for an answer; he just turned and started walking away from the crowd. I followed him, glad for any excuse to leave the staring eyes. We walked a good distance away until we were standing under a large willow tree.
"Feisty and stubborn, I see?" Caden said, coming to a halt. He turned to face me, his eyes dark. "Now, what did I tell you about being late?"
"I… I didn't know it would be this bad! And you didn't give me a specific time!" I argued, my voice hushed but sharp.
He looked at me like I was a child speaking gibberish. His gaze slowly traveled down to my dress. I had chosen a simple black dress with lace sleeves that ended just above my knees.
"Can you stop looking at me that way?" I snapped, feeling self-conscious.
"Don’t you think that’s a little too short for the dead?" he asked. He wasn't looking at me anymore; he was staring off into the distance.
"Is it bad?" I asked, suddenly nervous. I rubbed my sweaty palms against my thighs.
"It’s perfect," he said, looking back down at me with a cruel smirk. "It might just bring him back to life if they manage to get you close enough to the casket."
I rolled my eyes, feeling my face heat up. "Your arm. How is it?" I asked. I didn't actually care, but the silence was getting awkward and heavy.
His arm was neatly bandaged now. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt that did a very good job of showing off his massive biceps. He looked like a dangerous shadow in his all-black outfit.
"Healing," he said shortly.
"Well, of course it's healing," I muttered.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, flipping it open with a snap. A diamond the size of a marble sparked in the sun.
"We need this," he muttered. He didn't offer it like a gentleman. He just held it out, a slow, annoying smirk spreading across his face.
"Will you hate me forever, Alisa Jacobs?" he asked. He sounded like he was enjoying the thought of being the person I hated most in the world.
I snatched the ring from the box, shoving it onto my finger myself. I gave him a hard, dry scoff.
"Yes. I will hate you forever, Caden Williams," I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him.
Caden’s smirk widened, showing just a hint of teeth. He looked absolutely delighted. "I promise to hate you forever," he said, his voice smooth and teasing.
"Till more hate do us part," I whispered, the words feeling like a curse I was happy to carry.
"Till more hate do us part," Caden repeated, his eyes locked on mine for a second too long before he turned back toward the crowd.
The moment was pure irritation, but my heart was thumping way too fast. He was a psychopath, but a very good-looking one.
"Let’s go back," he said, already turning his back on me.
"Wait, dickhead! Aren't we supposed to act like a couple?"
He didn't say a word. He just reached out and held his palm open for me to take. I hesitated for a heartbeat before placing my hand in his. His palm was huge, completely covering my tiny hand and squeezing firmly. It felt surprisingly warm.
We walked back to the ceremony and took our seats. All around us, people were sobbing and clutching tissues. The air was filled with the sound of crying.
"Should we cry?" I whispered to him, leaning in close so no one else could hear.
"If you miss him so much, then go ahead," Caden said. He didn't even look at the casket; he was already busy scrolling through something on his phone.
I sat back and sighed. He truly was the most annoying, cold-hearted person I had ever met in my entire life.
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