Swipe Of Love

7

♕ W A L I D P O V ♕

In all of my 17 years of life, I have never made a more significant mistake than letting her go. As I close my eyes, I remember everything. I remember the torn, sorrowful, and hurt look in her eyes when I chose Rachel over her and tried to kick her out of our house. How could I do this to her? I loved her so much and still do; I cherished them more than my life.

Why did I hurt her? How could I hurt her this much?

A weighty silence fell over the room as I entered the house. I looked at my mom and Amina, who held sheets of paper. I walked up to them, and Amina handed them to me. Looking at her, I grabbed it from her hands and started reading. I snapped, ripping the papers into tiny shreds. My pitch-black eyes landed on my sister.

"Mark my word Amina, hell will freeze before I give her a divorce," I spat as Amina stared at me with pure disgust.

"What about you, who made her life living hell! What about the day you choose the witch Rachel over her? What about the time where you left her to cry all by herself? What about the bloody day you got married while Antonia suffered? Where were you when she needed you the most? How dare you, Walid bro? How could you be so selfish and heartless? Why? Why are you doing this? Leave her life for once!" Amina barked at me. I stared at her, not believing my eyes. "Karma is a b*tch, Walid bro... You will taste your own medicine soon. Maybe not now, but later." She stormed out of the room.

"She is right, Walid. One of these days, you will regret everything," Mom shook her head in disappointment. I sat on the sofa and put my hand on my forehead.

"I already do, Mom, I already do," I mumbled.

Mom walked up to me and sat next to me. I looked at her and quickly hugged her tightly, crying on her shoulder.

"Mom, I need your blessing. I am going to go and get my wife back," I promised.

"What? Really?" She asked excitedly.

"Yes, Mom. I know that it will not be easy. Your daughter-in-law is one stubborn woman," I chuckled.

"Indeed she is," Mom smiled.

"If you want to meet her that I'm ready to help," Amina came in with a cup of coffee in her hand. I was shocked to hear this from her because I never thought she would help me. Not in a million years. Moreover, she hated me for hurting her best friend. After Antonia left, we were not the same as before. Amina didn't visit me a lot and didn't fool around. She cut herself off from me. Not only did I lose my wife, but also my sister.

"Thanks a lot, little sis," I smiled as my heart filled with joy.

"But, if you mess this up, I'll kick your ass," she warned.

"Okay! Okay. I promise. I will not mess this up," I assured her.

"There is this Singh Industry party going on in Paris. She will be there," Amina informed.

"Will he be there?" I asked.

I watched my little boy grow up into a man. Omar is in 12th grade. It may seem like a creep, but I have been watching over them for the last 17 years.

"I don't think he will be there," she smiled sadly.

"It's okay," I hugged her.

"Yeah, yeah! Just don't mess up," she said.

I am coming to get you, mi amour.

Soon.

♕ A N T O N I A P O V ♕

This party was not as bad as I thought it would be. I met many new business people; the one I did not meet was him. He should have been here. I excused myself from my current conversation and moved aside.

Lord, these people can talk a lot. I have been holding my pee for a long time. If I do not go now, I would have released it. That would not be very pleasant.

Have you ever been in a situation where you must use the bathroom badly, but are you talking to someone, and do not want to be rude, so do you keep holding it until they are done telling you the most stupid thing in the world? This was what I had just come from.

I walked up to the stairs and turned left towards the hallway. Why was this hallway so dark? Someone should turn on the lights.

"When you show your fu$ken face, I'll be ready. You dirty fu&ken bit*h," someone growled.

Not knowing who that person was, I just ignored the person and kept walking straight. It's was not my business to know who that person was talking to. However, I guess he did not have a sweet talk with the person whoever he was talking to.

All of a sudden, a tall, well-built figure came crashing down towards me. I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the impact. The impact of me hiding the ground. Nevertheless, it never happened.

I reopened my eyes, looking at the person that caught me. When I saw who it was, everything in me was restricted. It felt as though everything for that split second stopped in time. I felt my heartbeat promptly as my mind clouded with millions of thoughts. I stared at the large, blue eyes that haunted me every day and night for the past fifteen years of my life and felt my blood drain cold.

My eyes went wide.