Chapter Four
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After a long night of mixed emotions, tears for the memories Michael and I shared, then smiles for the billionaire contact at hand, I finally fell asleep. The loud blaring of my phone woke me up and I fell back on the bed when I saw that the call was from Michael. Does he think I'm a fool whom he can toy with at will?
Damn it… I actually was a fool.
After a while of persistent ringing, I answered the call and put it on speaker before placing the phone back on the bedside lamp cabinet.
“Where are you?” He roared angrily.
“What do you mean by where am I? I'm at home…”
“Liar!” he cut in. “Here I was, about to do away with the spy I paid to watch you, thinking I could trust you.”
“Did you just say spy?” I sat up on the bed. “You paid someone to interfere with my privacy, Michael?”
“And you've just proven it wasn't a waste of money. I wouldn't ask you again. Where were you last night?”
“You being a cheat doesn't mean everyone else is?” I hung up.
The audacity!
Why didn't his spy tell him that I caught him in his own mess?
My stomach grumbled and I got off the bed. I had some leftover sauce in the freezer, so I just had to prepare pasta to eat with it.
The house door unlocked and Jane walked in with the tote bag she had left with.
“Going somewhere?”
“No,” I answered without sparing her another glance.
“Why then are you dressed like you are?”
“You know,” I dropped the pasta on the kitchen slab and walked towards her. “I think I'm going somewhere. Somewhere, far away from the relationship you have with Michael.”
She paused.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“Jane, I begged you to spend the night with me but you bluntly turned me down.”
“If it's about that, I'll make it up to you. I promise,” she giggled; what a comedian I have become.
As she made to walk past me I pushed her back, “You left me and went to spend the night with my man! How dare you, Jane?”
She smiled, putting her bag on the floor.
“Priscilla, you pushed me because of a man,” she stated, looking me right in the eyes.
“My man, Jane!” I yelled. “Same Michael you warned me against three years ago!”
“What is all this about, Priscilla?”
“I saw you, frolicking and smiling with Michael at his place last night.” My tears began to gather, making everything in the room blurry to me.
She batted her lashes and looked away, smiling.
“At least I've proven that he isn't good enough for you.”
“You seduced him,” my voice lowered.
“I didn't tell him to lie to you, though.”
I squatted as the tears watered down my cheeks. “Jane, how could you?”
“Since you've already found out, I don't think there'll be a better moment to tell you to leave my house.”
“Which house?” I snapped. My tears ceased as I stood upright. “Same one I accommodated you in?”
“It's Michael's right?” She threw herself on the couch.
After moments of digging into her bag, she pulled out a file and handed it to me with a straight face. “He gave it to me the moment I told him about our baby.”
I pulled out the document from the file and read inaudibly, “Transfer of House ownership from Mr. Michael Kane to Miss Jane Sebastian”
I shook my head in disbelief.
“This can't be true. Jane, what have you done?” I yelled. “Where's my mum going to stay after she gets discharged from the hospital? Where would Gerald live when he returns from college?”
“None of the things you mentioned sounded like my problem,” she stretched out on the couch. “I would have let you stay here for a while, at least to take care of me and my baby, but you lost your veto power the moment you pushed me.”
“You're carrying Michael’s child… My Michael.”
“He's not yours anymore!” She yelled. “And I'd advise that you get your garbage and get out ‘cause Michael will be here soon. You already made him angry by showing up last night at his residence unannounced so he wouldn't be as nice as I am.”
Something wasn't right.
“His spy told him that too?” I sniffed.
She chuckled dryly.
“Poor Michael. I told him to go straight to the point and break up with you. There's no spy, b***h! Maybe he just made it up to get you to break up with him and not vice versa.”
“Cowards!” I threw the documents at her and walked away.
“Don't steal any of my things!” She yelled from the couch.
I stopped in my tracks,
“You know what, f**k you both!”
I grabbed my car keys and purse and left the house.
Sitting in the car for a while, I reflected on the number of losses I have faced in less than twenty-four hours. All I have left is my family and this car, which I won in a driving competition. My stomach grumbled again, and I ignited the car engine, intending to drive to a restaurant, but I ended up with a speed of one sixty kilometres per hour in the countryside.
I needed a way to ease my tense spirit. And driving? I guess it provided a little relief.
I kept on accelerating, not wanting to slow down or stop. I just wanted to step on the pedals and go on and on, but my chest began to tighten, and I remembered someone who could get me my inhaler, even as it was right on the passenger seat, alongside Don's card…
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