Chapter 8 Face to face with my past
VICTORIA
Theo was standing a few distances away from us, a smile on his face.
"Hi, Theo," I stuttered, forcing a smile on my face.
It was embarrassing to find him here after rejecting him. I hoped that he hadn't found out about my divorce.
He threw his head to the side and shuffled closer, a mischievous smile on his face.
"It's nice to see you again, Victoria. I never imagined this encounter," he muttered, brushing his fingers through his sandy hair.
"I never imagined it either, anyway, we were about to leave…"
"You can't even spare me some minutes?" He cut me off, his brows raising.
I gulped hard and looked away, ignoring his request.
"Of course, she can," Naomi chipped, and my heart clenched.
I swerved my head in her direction and glared at her.
She grinned in mischief and faced Theo, then stretched out her hand.
"I am Naomi, Vicky's best friend," she said.
Theo looked at her outstretched hand, then at my face.
"Best friend? Isn't that supposed to be Erica?" He muttered, and my belly churned at the mention of that disgusting name.
"Erica? No way that bitch is her best friend!" Naomi snapped and withdrew her hand, huffing loudly.
"I've never heard of you," Theo muttered, and Naomi scoffed loudly, narrowing her eyes.
"Well, that's a good thing, you're way out of my league anyway!" Naomi retorted and grabbed my arm.
"Like she said, we were about to leave for something important," Naomi said, and his eyes darkened.
I breathed out in relief and turned around along with Naomi, then gripped the handlebars.
"I heard about your divorce," he said, and my blood froze.
I spun around and glared at him.
I knew it, that was why he called out to me when he saw me. He wanted to mock me, and from his eyes, I could tell that he was already doing that.
"And?" I muttered.
"It's a shame that after all your preaching about true love, that poor scumbag still dumped you for your best friend," he said, his lips stretching into a mocking smile.
I didn't just dislike him because I wanted Simon, but because of his pride and attitude. I never loved him from the beginning, and even if Simon hadn't come my way, I would have still rejected him.
"You should have just listened to your father and married me instead. I would have given you a better life, and you wouldn't have to lose your family," he said.
"Bastard!" Naomi sneered and jerked forward to hit him, but I held her back and stepped forward instead.
"Is this the way you express your bitterness over my rejection?" I whispered.
The smile on his face dropped, and his eyes got dark.
"What?"
I stood on my toes and looked confidently into his eyes without blinking.
"Even if that scumbag hadn't come into my life, I would have still rejected your pathetic ass," I muttered.
"You'd better look for someone else to cope with that disgusting behavior of yours. I'm still not interested in you," I muttered, and he scoffed.
I straightened and moved back, satisfied that I had hurt his ego.
He raised his hand and pointed at a ring strapped around his forefinger.
"Well, I am married!" He groused.
I wrapped my arms around my body and scoffed loudly.
"I wonder if the poor woman knows her husband is still reminiscing about his past lover," I said, and he dropped his hand, embarrassed.
I cursed at him and turned around, then pulled the door open and walked out with Naomi.
"That bastard! You should have let me punch his chopped face!" Naomi snapped as we walked down the bustling street of London.
"No worries, men like him don't deserve an ounce from us," I muttered.
There was no difference between him and Simon. They were both fucking assholes and cheats.
I felt bad for whoever agreed to spend the rest of her life with a man like Theo.
As we walked down to the shopping complex while Naomi chattered, I wondered if people pitied me for marrying a scumbag like Simon.
“Now I’m afraid of getting married,” Naomi said, and I looked at her, my lips turned up in amusement.
She paused and faced me, a frown on her face.
“You won't tell me that he is different?” she snapped. I chuckled and shook my head to her disappointment.
“Sorry, I don't believe in all these shitty things related to love,” I muttered.
“That bastard turned into a cold devil,” she mumbled and continued her stroll to the mall. I trailed after her, chuckling loudly. She wasn't wrong, though. The bastard turned me into a cold monster that couldn't be tamed.
I was still trying to appear as an angel here in Neapollis; they would know what it meant to raise a monster. I would put Simon in his place, including the rest of these pathetic creatures called men. There was no difference between men, and Theo just proved me right.
I glanced at the wristwatch strapped around my wrist, and a chuckle escaped my lips. By this time the next day, I would be back in Los Angeles, ready to start my new beginning as a different being.