Chapter 44
Vincent's POV
She hung up! It made me so angry that I gripped the phone tight as if it can lessen the anger I'm feeling, but it didn't. I wanted to kill someone.
Standing up, I threw the phone across the wall feeling the beast inside me waking up. A growl escaped from my mouth as I looked around the room frantically for that piece of fucking paper. What the fuck is this shit about?
Advancing towards the corner of the room where the broken bedside table sat, a white folded paper that laid on the floor caught my attention. I bent and picked it up with my hands slightly trembling. I just hoped it wasn't divorce papers.
Unfolding the creased paper, my eyes hastily scanned the entire paper and once I did, relief flooded inside me but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel curious about what on hell she is going to do with my property in Italy. What does she need it for?
Not even bothering to read the entire paper, I signed it as it's not much that she's asking, plus if that's what she wants then she'll get it.
Placing the papers on the bed, I looked around for my phone wanting to call her to let her know that I signed it but then I remember that I just wrecked the goddamned phone.
A sigh escaped from my lips; it looked like I'm not getting any sleep again. It was really hard to sleep without her clutching my body. It was hard knowing that she's hurting and I couldn't even do anything about it. I couldn't even be near her to wipe her tears away and I couldn't blame anyone except myself.
Exiting our bedroom I headed downstairs towards my study as I couldn't handle any longer staying in the room where I can still smell her fragrance lingering all over, mocking me how stupid I was by letting her go.
Running my hand through my hair, I sat in my chair looking at my surroundings, where everything was upside down and broken glasses sprinkled everywhere, making it look like a storm wreaked havoc on the entire room.
Our room had the same condition but only except for her closet. I gave all of the maids vacations as I totally wanted to be alone, alone all by myself but also so that I could escape the look of pity they were giving me.
The door suddenly burst open, revealing angry Alex, who has not talked to me since the day my rose left.
"Leave, I want to be alone," I snapped rubbing my face with both of my hands trying to take my tiredness away. Alex scoffed making me look at him questioning. "What is it that you want?" I inquired wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible.
"I never thought I would ever get to see you in this condition, Vincent. Can you even see yourself right now?" he said approaching me, while I stayed silent as I had no words to say. After all, he was telling the truth.
"What's wrong with you? You're a complete mess! Please tell me when was the last time you ate and slept properly?" he boomed, taking my shirt’s collar into his hand, looking tempted to beat the shit out of me.
I looked down, not wanting to look at him but he completely took me off guard by landing a punch on my jaw.
I looked up at him, surprised and confused by his sudden change of behavior.
I stayed rooted in my seat, too tired to fight back. Alex stared at me surprised that I didn't even react.
"Are fucking kidding me? What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked, shaking my shoulders and at that moment I got so overcome with my emotions that a tear accidentally escaped from my eyes shocking both me and Alex.
I was not afraid or ashamed to bring my walls down in front of Alex as it's not the first time he's ever seen me cry. But what shocked him was that he never saw me cry for a girl before and it's been years since the last time I shed a tear, the last was when I was thirteen years old, when my grandmother passed away.
He pulled me into a brotherly hug whispering, “She will come back don't worry."
But when exactly is she coming back? I can't bear it any longer. I wanted to ask but no words came out as my sobs echoed loudly around the whole room.