Chapter: 72: My error made
Damien
My eyes opened up to the blinding rays of sunlight that sipped in through the gaps of the curtains at the window.
Brown curtains? Why were my curtains brown and not black?
A pounding headache was the next thing I registered as I drifted back into consciousness. My head felt heavy, my body sluggish like I had been run over by Truck-kun.
My hand reached for the back of my head where I felt a sharp pain and to my surprise I saw blood on my hand. I tried racking my brain to remember what happened last night but nothing. My memory was blank till the scent of floral perfume wafted through my nose.
Looking to my sides, my vision sharpened as I saw the woman who lay naked underneath the sheets beside me.
Sophia
My entire body went rigid. I wasn't at home. I wasn't with Elena. I was in a goddamn hotel room.
Cold sweats ran down my spine as I was also stark naked. The sheets barely covered me, my lower half exposed, and Sophia lay there, her body sprawled out, a smug expression curling on her lips as she stretched.
"What the hell…" My voice came out hoarse, my throat dry.
Fluttering her eyes open to look at me, a slow, satisfied smile spread across her face. "Morning, handsome," she purred.
Disgust crawled up my spine despite Sophia's beauty.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" My voice thundered. I was angry at this point. The last I remembered was Sophia helping me after the ball.
Her facial expression straightened. " I won't let you speak to me that way Damien," she said, her brow frowning. " what do you take me as? Huh, some girl you can just use and pretend nothing happened?" She sounded as though I had wronged her.
"what are you trying to say? That me—and—you," I said, my finger pointing at us both. "Cut the crap," I added. I wasn't ready to listen to this nonsense. I couldn't remember what happened the night before but I wasn't ready to hear what Sophia was trying to imply.
Standing up I threw my clothes on and picked my phone to see missed calls from Elena which just angered me further. She must've been worried that I didn't show up, while here I was in another woman's bed.
"Damien—" Sophia called out now sobbing.
Her actions took me aback and I just stood there looking at her in bewilderment. " what the prob—"
"Where are you going?" She cut me off as she said still sobbing.
"Back to my wife." My answer came straightforward.
"What, you can't leave me here," she said coming closer to hold my hands.
I took her by the shoulder, looking at her straight in the eye as she knelt on the bed. "I'll say this as nice as possible. There can be nothing between us."
Taking her tear stained chin into my hand. "The woman I want is Elena," I said before shoving her back on the bed and walking out of the room.
I needed to get to Elena. Now.
I headed back home, my heart hammering and my mind in chaos.
What was I to tell Elena?
I tried calling her but she wouldn't answer my calls.
I finally got to my apartment. The second I pulled up to the house, I felt something was off. I did not mind seeing Elena's angry face but the worst was the case, there was no one home.
The lights were off. The house was eerily quiet.
I stepped inside, my heartbeat loud in my ear. "Elena?" My voice echoed, met with silence.
My chest tightened. I checked the living room, the bedroom—nothing.
Lily's toys weren't in the usual spot.
The closet doors were slightly open. Her clothes were missing.
Panic gripped me. My insides churned when I entered the dining area to see a set table decorated with rose petals and on it was a letter.
For a moment I hoped the empty house was all part of a surprise but No. The letter was her resignation letter.
My hands squeezed on the letter. She had left—did she know I was with Sophia last night?
I can't let things be as they are.
I had to go see her. I picked up my phone to message her since she wasn't picking up my calls. My fingers moved fast, unlocking the phone as I scrolled to her name.
Then I saw it.
The pictures.
I recoiled as if the images had burned me. My mind screamed in denial. A cold sweat broke over my skin. My grip tightened on my phone. "What the Fuck had Sophia done."
Elena knew everything.
I dialed her line again.
And again.
No answer.
I ran out, headed for my car. I barely registered the city lights blurring past as I sped toward Elena's apartment. My grip on the wheel was so tight my knuckles turned white.
She had to be there. She had to.
I had to give her my explanation.
I reached for my phone, dialing her number again. My eyes going between the road and the screen, desperation making my movements frantic.
Still nothing.
I pressed the gas harder, weaving my way through traffic. Come on, Elena, pick up.
The intersection light flickered yellow up ahead.
I barely saw the white truck barreling toward me before it was too late for me to maneuver.
Bam—A deafening crash.
Everything went black.