I felt my face burst into flames and looked down at my shoes with clenched fists. Christopher and I had done much more than just ‘dating’ on that boat. Had Monica seen everything?
She scoffed coldly and looked at me in disdain. Pointing at herself, she said, “I had the exact same expression when I saw you two. After all, who were you? Just some pathetic divorcee who couldn’t even keep an eye on her own husband. What did I have to be scared about? Besides, maybe Chris just wanted something new.”
Monica wasn’t wrong in the slightest. When I was with Christopher, even Lyle thought I was just selling myself off as a mistress. Crystal simply chose to ignore my existence.
“But when you two were rescued from that island, I saw the two of you lying on that beach. Even though you were both on the brink of death, you were clutching each other’s hands like a lifeline. It was as if even the end of the world wouldn’t separate you. That was when I realized that you, Yvonne, are a threat. If I didn’t get rid of you, Chris and I would never be together.”
“That’s why you poisoned me and made me think I was dying? Was it also the reason why you started acting all goody-two-shoes in front of me and made me think that I should leave Christopher for his own good?” I couldn’t help but cut her off.
“What do you think?” Monica asked, scoffing again. “You’re the most gullible person I’ve ever met. You didn’t have a single opinion in your head and just followed whatever I said. If Sabrina hadn’t said anything, you would have backed off since you started losing your eyesight.”
“Then why did you have to poison Christopher? Do you even love him?” If Monica wasn’t all weak from blood loss in the hospital bed in front of me, I would have slapped her a few times for Christopher’s sake.
“Don’t get all high and mighty with me, Yvonne. I have never loved Christopher any less than what you think you feel for him. My love for him is so strong, I’m willing to forego my dignity for him. If not, you wouldn’t even have had a chance.”
Monica pointed at Christopher and continued. “How could I possibly let him see you? The moment he wakes up and sees you, he’ll get back together with you no matter how much you changed. Do you know how well I know him? Someone as responsible as him would never let go of his own principles simply because of some accidental factors.
“That’s why-” she paused before continuing, “I asked the doctor to drug him. Well, it was nothing serious—practically just some sleeping pills. As long as he woke up after you left, he would think that you died. It won’t be long before he becomes mine again.”
“Have you never thought about the fact that I would have figured something out when I didn’t die eventually from my so-called illness? If I return, Chris still won’t get together with you,” I said coldly.
“Of course not. If Chris thought you’re dead, then the Lane family would get him to marry the woman who can take care of him and console him. Who could be a better candidate than me? Even if you were to come back one and half years later, I would already be Chris’ wife by now and nothing could be changed then,” Monica hissed. Her glare was filled with envy and hatred.
“Sadly, Darius ruined everything. If he hadn’t told Chris your address, he wouldn’t have found you and we would have gotten married too.”
“You’re really a terrible person.” I stared at her, marveling at how she had everything calculated down to a tee since so long ago. How cunning could she possibly be?
“Me, terrible?” Monica chuckled. “Nothing is more terrible than watching the man you love slowly slip out of your grasp. I hate the fact that I didn’t come up with a better plan to go against you.”
“I’m sorry, Julia, but I’ve never regretted the thing I’ve done. The only person I felt bad for is you,” Monica said to Julia.
Julia just took a deep breath before standing up and walking out. Her face remained expressionless but her posture betrayed her disappointment.
