CHAPTER 108.
Noah's POV.
My heart stilled and the feeling inside me was burning. I didn't know how to describe the hurt I felt, looking at this picture.
It felt like my whole world shattered just at the glance of one fucking picture. Just one fucking picture.
This was so fuck up and damned tiring! Why did I keep getting hurt like this? The words from when I was young started echoing.
"You can never be loved, your mother even left you, so who's a stranger to love you?"
The words of my step mother seeped in slowly as everything started to look like a black out.
I stared at the picture, Mira, my own Mira was in the picture, locking lips with Ken.
My mortal enemy.
Did she always have feelings for him? Has she always wanted to go back to him after all these years of love I had been showering her?
We even have kids, she had kids for me and she told me she loved me so many fucking times. Was that all a lie? Did she just see me as a safe space for her and her children?
I felt moisture rolling down my cheeks and I raised my hand up with a frown to check what it was. I looked at my fingers and saw wetness.
I was crying?
When last did I fucking cry?
Fuck.
I whimpered inwards.
"Mr Sylvester, I'm so so….."
"Get out." I said calmly. In fact, too fucking calm.
"Should I get someone for you? I don't thi…."
"I said you should get the fuck out." I screamed at him, and without thinking twice, the call ended.
I destroyed everything on my table by throwing them to the ground. I stood up and screamed.
My whole world was crashing down, my whole fucking world was burning and there was nothing I could fucking do about it. More tears rolled down my cheeks. I faced the wall, what else could I have done to make her love me enough?
I raised my hand and started punching the wall.
"Why. Couldn't. She. Love. Me?" I asked in between the punches.
What else could I have done? Was that how unlovable I was? Fuckkkkkkk.
Suddenly, everything went quiet. Too quiet and I went back to sit down, and took the picture with my bleeding hand.
I brought vodka out of my drawer and a cup. I can't remember the last time I got drunk, but honestly. I wasn't sure how I could handle this without being drunk.
I poured myself a glass and downed it in a go.
I brought out my weed stack, rolled it like I normally did and lit it up, I placed it between my lips and drew it in.
After some seconds I stopped blowing it in and held it in for some seconds, before blowing it out. I poured another cup of vodka and downed it in a goal, while staring hard at the picture in my hand.
The door to my office opened suddenly and my eyes attacked the person with rage. But it was Natasha.
Dressed in red dress that kept nothing inside. Her boobs were all out and her back was opened, I could tell from where I was sitting. Such short fucking dress that I could bend her over and fuck her right now, burning away the thought of my cheating wife.
But all I felt towards Natasha was disgust.
In fact towards any other woman that wasn't my wife right now, all I could feel was disgust and it was scary, because my wife cheated on me with her ex-husband who is my fucking stepbrother, and my mortal enemy.
"Fuck Noah, what happened?" She asked in a fake voice as she dropped her bag on the chair and she came towards me.
"Everything looks so messed up, you're also bleeding." She came around and took my hand, only to see the picture in my hand.
"Wait the fuck up." She said slowly, removing the picture in my hand.
"Isn't that Mira and your stepbrother?" She asked, surprised genuinely.
I guess she didn't know anything about this but who cares, I thought as I drew in my weed once again.
"I'm surprised you didn't already know about this." I said calmly, and she looked at me weirdly for a second before looking back at the picture.
"Is that why you messed everything up? You didn't do all these when I cheated all those years back though." She said and dropped the picture on my desk.
"You were nothing to me then Natasha. Just a hole to nut in." I told her coldly.
Hurt crossed her eyes for a split second but she quickly replaced it with a nonchalant look.
"Whatever, but look who was more than a hole for you to nut in. She's a fucking slut and a slut is the mother of your children, I and Mira are the same, she probably can't be satisfied by only one man, I told you she's a whore a….."
I didn't let her finish what she was saying before I was up and gripping her neck.
"I dare you to say that one more time about my wife and I bet you'd meet your graveyard within a blink," I said, she didn't look scared at first.
I squeezed her throat as I looked into her eyes, it was like her eyes were challenging me like I could not do it.
Like I could not kill her right here.
When I was sure my grip was tight enough, she started clawing at my hands, but I didn't stop. All I could see was red because she called my wife a slut.
"If you open your mouth one more time, and say nonsense about my wife, I'm going to fuck you up real bad, Natasha that you'd regret ever messing with me," I told her and released her.
She fell to the floor in a coughing fit.
But I didn't care.
She could die for all I cared.
I put the weed on my ashtray, adjusted my tie, packed the things I needed and went back to the hotel I was staying in.
A message came into my phone and I looked at it, it was a text from the people I called the other time.
My ride to New York will be ready tomorrow.
"Good."