His Despair by S. N. Nina Arthur (e textbook reader txt) 📕

DAVINA’S POV:-

“Excuse me,” I said while I immediately turned back and rushed out of the room,  I tried to calm myself and take a deep breath, but I was angry, “How dare he!” I fumed with anger. The way he was fucking my assistant on my desk while bending her down and griping her hands on her back has played in front of my eyes, and her moans and his grunts made me feel disgusted. I can’t believe his guts, he was fucking her right over my desk, where I work, where I spend half of my day.

I couldn’t explain how angry I was, I had to clean the whole room completely once he left my office. I must replace that desk; I can’t work on it after what I saw,

Eww! How can he do that on some one’s desk! He’s disgusting.

I was shaking with anger; I wanted to pull him from my desk and punch him on his jaw but I know I can’t do that and instead, I was pacing back and forth in front of my assistants’ desk. I want him to leave but I know he won’t and I’m sure he will make my office his and make me sit in the assistant’s desk.

He’s here for making my life hell, it’s clear, he doesn’t give a damn about the restaurant and If I’m sure he will for sure try to destroy what I built with my hard work. I won’t sit here and watch him destroy this, I will fight and make sure he loses.

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After what felt like an eternity, I saw Darcy closing the door behind and walking towards the desk with her head down, my anger rose when I saw her, I took the stray in my hands and stormed from there without looking at her.

I noticed a sad look on her face when I ignored her and walked away. I knocked on the door and waited for him to reply this time, “Come in,” I heard his rough voice come out, I pushed the door and stepped in.  As I walked to the desk, I noticed him tucking his shirt in while walking around the desk.

“Your coffee,” I said while placing the stray on the desk, he didn’t reply as he simply sat down on the chair.

He looked up at me, and glanced at the coffee, I turned around and stepped towards the door, “Stop,” he said, making me stop, I turned my head back and looked at him.

“This will be my office from now, your office will be outside one,” he said, while casually taking the cup of the coffee from the tray.

“What!” I said, I know he would do this, Asshole.

“You can go now,” he said, taking a sip from the coffee, I gritted my teeth and turned around.

I walked towards the empty office, that office was built recently for other staff but there’s no one on this floor, it’s only me and Darcy. I opened the door and walked in,

“Bastard!” I spat, while I walked towards the empty desk and flopped on the soft chair. I was frustrated and irritated by his behaviour,

“I hate him,” I muttered while resting my head on the desk.

What should I do now? I thought while leaning back on the chair and looking at the ceiling. He took my favourite office and I understood it’s his first strike and there’s more to come. It made me anxious to even think of what he might do more to hurt me. But the question is why? What will he get from it?

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ARTHUR’S POV:-

Relief is what I get from it. I’ve been storing this anger and fire inside me for years, waiting for him to take it out on him but I guess the world has other plans because I ended up meeting his pretty little wife instead. When I saw her on that meeting board, something in her made me so curious that I had to know who she is, and guess what…. She was his wife, that bastard’s wife, who he cheated on and never bothered to divorce her, which surprises me. 

He cheated on her and left her for… Olivia, but why didn’t he sign the divorce paper?  Where did they both go? They left without any trace of them! It was like they never existed. I have been searching for her, I want to ask her all those provocative questions eating me up inside and making me reckless day by day. I want to kill that bastard and want to look into Liv’s eyes and ask why? Why did she cheat on me? Why did she choose him over me? But she wasn’t here to answer them and what she did to me can’t be forgotten.

There is this scream from deep within that forces its way from my mouth, it is as if my terrified soul has unleashed a demon. All I feel is anger, all I feel is that I don't want to be with anyone at all because then I don't have to trust anyone, it'll be safer, easier to choose not to stay. And I know I loved her, the sadness and the scars she left just won't heal.

I gave her all the love I had and she took it with her as a possession. My body has become a shell for the shattered remains of who I was: lively and high spirited. she drained me better than a vampire, Without love what else is there to consume me but bitterness. My hate for them was running deep like a slow poison, I hate her and that bastard.

Why can’t this pain fade away, If her love for me can fade, then why can’t the pain she left in my heart and those scars can’t fade.

For past years because of them I couldn’t be the person I was before and I want to live the way I did but I couldn’t, her betrayal had me broken into pieces and pulled into darkness, where there was no light and way to escape. I must suffer from trusting someone and giving my everything to her. This darkness has me trapped in it where no one could reach and drag me out of it, it has consumed me but I hope someday I will make it out of this darkness.

The pain and agony aren’t sharp like needlepoint or a knife but burns around my innards better than boiling water. Everything feels scolded and, move or not, I'm in more pain than I could have ever imagined was possible. A bullet would be mercy right now but an increase in the sickly morphine is the best I can hope for and I turned this into anger wanted revenge, sought for it badly.