Chapter 12 Vomit
SIENNA
I ignored her and continued walking. Before I could take the third step, she appeared before me, spreading her arms to prevent me from moving further.
Rolling my eyes, I released my grip on the bag I was dragging and folded my arms. “You have a minute to say everything you have to say.”
She swayed an inspecting gaze over me—the type used to size someone up, to see if she was in the state you wanted her to be or not.
“It must be hard to pretend you feel nothing for Ethan anymore, right?” she threw the question at me. “You must have felt like punching me when you saw us on the couch.”
I scoffed. That was expected of my two-faced friend. She came to taunt me. Now that I viewed things clearly, I realized she was a perfect match for Ethan. She came to complete the task her boyfriend left midway.
Yes, Bianca,” I responded. “I felt like clawing your face and pulling your hair out when I saw you with him.” Her lips twitched into a smile, but I didn’t let it spread fully before continuing. “But after thinking about the whole thing, I realized it wasn’t worth stressing over my vomit.”
The smile on her face froze, and her expression twisted into horror. “You!” She clenched her teeth and fists.
I snorted, a half-smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “And I would be ungrateful to attack you when all you’re doing is helping me take care of a secondhand product,” I continued, her frown deepening. “You don’t need to worry about anyone taking him from you. Nobody wants an already used product.” I placed a hand on her shoulder. “You should stick to him and take care of him. Trust me, Bianca, you’re the only one shameless enough to keep a dog like him.”
Without waiting for her response, I grabbed my bag and dragged it along. “Your one minute is up. Talk to you another time.” I waved as I took steps away from her.
I could feel her eyes boring into the nape of my neck. The hair at the back of my neck stood erect, and goosebumps shrouded my skin. Nothing excited me more than knowing Bianca must be regretting coming to meet me in the first place. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in the state she expected me to be in.
I waved down a taxi and hopped into it. As soon as the trip started, I rested my back and shut my eyes. The scene from the apartment flashed before me, and a sharp, stinging pain gripped one side of my chest. It hurt. Tears rushed to my eyelids and streamed down without restriction. I couldn’t believe that the same marriage I fought to keep and maintain had really ended, and now I had to watch my best friend and ex-husband live the married life I dreamed about. Why was I the one suffering while Bianca enjoyed the best part? With the way he looked at her, I could tell that he loved her too much. Why? Why wasn’t I her? Why wasn’t I the one? Why did it have to be Bianca? What the hell did she have that I lacked? The pang of pain coursed through my veins and overwhelmed my body. I thought I was strong and could handle the whole divorce and breakup. I lied. I couldn’t. It felt like my breath was constricted… as if I could die.
There was no need to cry over spilled milk—I knew that—but these tears wouldn’t stop flowing. These emotions wouldn’t stop surging. What if I never recovered from this pain that made me breathe erratically? No. The thought sent a wave of fear through me.
“We are at your destination, ma’am.” The taxi driver’s voice drifted into my ears, jerking me out of my train of thought.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” I stepped out of the car, paid him, and he drove off. Afterward, I walked to the door and pressed the bell.
Seconds later, the door opened, and Angel appeared, poking her head out. “Oh my God! You are finally here, Sienna. Please come inside,” she beckoned.
Smiling, I nodded and did as she said.
“Welcome to my apartment, Sienna,” she said after making me settle on the couch. “Umm… I’m busy with something right now. Can you please make yourself comfortable? That’s your room over there.” She pointed to a door on the left side. “You can go check it out while I wrap up what I’m doing. I made dinner already, and yours is in the kitchen.” She pointed to one of the rooms on the right side. “Welcome to my apartment once again.” She waved and rushed back to her room.
I scrutinized the whole place after she left. It was bigger and more luxurious than I expected. Well, with someone like Angel, it wasn’t surprising. From the way she dressed and carried herself, anyone could tell she was above most of us at the office. The only strange question I had was why someone like her chose to be an assistant planner on a department team.
Well, whatever it was, it was none of my business. She didn’t shelter me so I could poke into her life. I was here for a fresh start, and I should focus on that instead of worrying about what didn’t concern me.
I didn’t know what the future would be like, but I was determined to rewrite my story once again and give it a happy ending.