Betraying Memories

Chapter3

Clara’s POV

Ever since I received that text, he hasn't left me alone. Gifts started arriving daily, whether at the office or our apartment—someone was always sending something. He also wouldn't stop messaging me to the point I had to change my number, but he kept finding out somehow. So instead of wasting money on new SIM cards, I just blocked him.

I don’t even know the person who keeps sending me all these things, and I have no intention of finding out who he is. Even Angel is curious and wants to know who this person is, but I really have no interest in finding out.

“You really don’t know who's sending you these things?” Angel asked, as another package arrived at our apartment.

“I don’t. Is it starting to bother you?” Honestly, it’s starting to get alarming how these deliveries are happening almost every day. Even our neighbors are starting to wonder.

“A little? I mean, now it’s reaching our house—it wasn’t like this before when it was just at the office,” Angel replied while opening the package that had arrived.

“Oh? Your suitor’s pretty sharp—how did he know we needed an air purifier?” Angel said with a laugh. I looked over at what she was doing, and sure enough, it was an air purifier.

“Okay, this is getting really weird. I’m going to start looking for a new place,” I said as I opened my laptop to start browsing nearby, affordable apartments.

I can’t shake the bad feeling I have about the stuff being sent to our place. It’s better if we just move.

“Huh? We haven’t even been paid yet, Clara. How are we going to afford a new place? And what about our things?” Angel asked, bombarding me with questions.

“I’ll worry about our stuff later. What’s important is that we’ve moved out by next week. I’ve had enough of this madness,” I said

firmly, and Angel didn’t say anything more after that.

I spent the next few days looking for a new place to live. I eventually found one, and the rent isn’t that much different from our old apartment. We’ll be able to move next week.

I left behind all the items that were sent to us and only brought what Angel and I personally bought.

“Aren’t you curious about who’s been sending you those things?” Angel asked while we were organizing our clothes. We had just finished moving the rest of our stuff from the old apartment.

“A little? I mean, to be honest, the stuff he gave us was helpful. But it’s just weird—how did he even find out about me? I just don’t want us to regret anything in the end,” I answered.

—

“It’s a miracle—nothing arrived for you today?” said Ruby, one of my close friends at work since our cubicles are next to each other.

“That’s a relief,” I replied. It’s better this way—no more mystery deliveries.

“You know wh–” Ruby didn’t get to finish what she was saying because Gerald, one of our coworkers, placed a box on my desk.

“Another delivery from your admirer,” he said as he set the box down.

Will this person ever stop? What does he even want from me?

I was about to open the newly delivered item when my phone rang. s**t! Why is he calling now? He only used to text!

“Hey! Answer it—maybe it’s him!” Ruby said excitedly, shaking me.

I excused myself and went to a corner to take the call.

“H-hello?” I stammered.

“You actually answered?” A man responded, his voice deep.

“Who is this?”

“You don’t know me?” I could hear the surprise in his voice.

“Would I be asking who you are if I knew you?” For some reason, I was starting to get irritated.

“You’re still as feisty as I remember,” he chuckled.

“Look, I don’t have time for jokes. Who are you?”

“You’ll know me soon, my love,” he said before hanging up.

My love?! Who the hell is this asshole? I tried calling the number back, but it was already out of coverage.

—

“What did he say?” Angel asked eagerly when we got back to the apartment. I had already told her what happened, and she looked like a giddy fool, clearly thrilled.

“He called me ‘my love’—as if I even know him,” I replied, annoyed.

“My love?! Hey, maybe you’re hiding a boyfriend from me!” Angel practically screamed.

“You’re going to make me deaf,” I rolled my eyes at her.

This girl—she’s all giggly while that guy seriously gives me the creeps. I don’t know who he is, but I’m certain he knows me. From the tone of his voice and that brief exchange, I know there’s something about him. And whatever that “something” is... I need to find out.