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I ran my palms repeatedly over my eyes and nose, but it was getting harder. I cried so much that I began to hiccup, but that didn’t stop me from crying more.
No matter how angry I was at Leo and Veronica, more than anger, I felt disappointed at Feliks.
He hadn’t even tried to hear me out; he didn’t even try to find out from me if that was what happened if I was even cheating on him. He didn’t even stop for a moment to think that this could be a misunderstanding and just went ahead to pour out his rage on me.
He’d immediately believed what he saw without trying to think it through; he’d done exactly what his enemies had wanted him to do: helped them to achieve their aim of punishing me. He didn’t even try to see my side of the story; he went ahead to act on his anger.
I swallowed hard as I thought of it and tried to get rid of the lump in my throat, which was starting to get painful.
It was becoming impossible to wipe my tears with my palms. I sought an alternative to get rid of the tears. An idea came to my mind almost immediately, and I quickly yanked off the sheets from my bed. They were soft and fluffy, and I didn’t think twice before I ran the fabric over my eyes and nose to get rid of the fluid.
The more I thought about everything that had happened, the angrier I felt at Veronica and her accomplice, and the more disappointed I felt at Feliks.
I’d thought earlier that, after spending so much time with me and getting to know me to an extent, he would have at least had a degree of trust in me. If he’d even had at least the tiniest faith in me, he’d have tried to find out if what he’d thought was actually the case before going off on me like he did.
I knew I’d at least given him a level of trust, but I regretted it because he didn’t do the same. It was even more annoying that he tried to snuff the life from me mercilessly, and the only saving grace was the fact that he’d found out about the baby.
Chapter 22 - Feliks
A few days had passed since the incident. I was currently sitting in my office trying to focus on work. I found myself scrolling through files without being able to do anything reasonable. My thoughts were scattered.
I hadn’t been able to do anything productive since the incident. I scrolled through the documents a few more times before finally giving up.
I could not focus.
I closed the file and pushed it to a corner, then leaned backward, resting against the chair as I began to rub my temple with my hand. Everything that happened still bothered me a little too much. I didn’t know what it was all about, but I knew I was bothered.
I’d never thought that Jenna and I would get to this point, but well, we had.
I kept rubbing my temple while my thoughts traveled through my head. I couldn’t understand why Jenna would cheat on me.
A soft knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. I sat up and looked toward the door. “Please, come in.”
The door gently swung open, and the older housekeeper walked into my home office. I rolled my eyes. She was the oldest among all the housekeepers and had been with the family for a very long time.
I didn’t like her so much when I was growing up. She’d always spank my ass and order me to sit still.
She counted her steps carefully as she let herself in. I noticed that she didn’t shut the door after she walked in. She had a companion. A younger housekeeper held a tray and walked in after she did.
The younger one bowed in front of me before setting a glass on my table and left again.
The older housekeeper didn’t leave with her. She was still standing in front of me. I was about to grab the juice when I noticed that she was still standing there. I looked up to her with a slight frown.
She cleared her throat. “Are you not going to offer me a seat?” she asked me. “You weren’t thought that elders were meant to stand, were you?”
She pulled out a seat and sat on it without waiting for me to invite her.
I sighed deeply. “You already offered yourself a seat,” I said.
My voice was low. I was tired, and I was very sure that I would not be interested in chit-chat or whatever she wanted to do.
“Can we have this discussion some other time?” I asked her.
She chuckled lightly. “When there is a death, would there be a solution?”
I shook my head. It was frustrating whenever she began to speak in parables. I leaned backward again. I decided to let her say whatever she wanted to say while I pretended to listen. I decided not to mind the glass of juice in front of me anymore.
She adjusted carefully to where she sat and faced me after she was done. “Feliks,” she called while staring into my eyes.