Besotted novel Chapter 27

The tears refused to stop as I packed my stuff and picked up my things. I had taken a long bath calming my senses yet after it all tears still feel down my eyes as I thought about it again and again. If he saw Eden kissing me then he could have confronted me. I could have told him everything that he was the one who startled me, I was not the who kissed him.

Caleb had this on his mind that I was a cheater and I cheated up n him. Instead of confronting me, he chose to build the rage within him and hurt me in a way nobody would ever could. I loved him and it was why it hurts the most.

The fact that didn't trust me hurts the most. I made my way out of his penthouse and punched the elevator's button. As the door closed my eyes fell on the way to his penthouse.

I guess this was my last time being in his house.

Everything was over between us.

I will surely tell him that he has mistaken and I didn't do two-timing with him, but I will never return to him and I felt no remorse for thinking such a thing. The cab was right outside the building as the driver helped me put my luggage in his boot and finally he drove me off back to my apartment.

I had already got my apartment back from the cops three weeks ago but Caleb refused to leave me wanted me to stay with him but now there was no longer any meaning to live with him.

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I opened the door of my apartment and looked around, the dark apartment. I switched on the lights and saw everything was a mess. The last time was when I had a fight with the thief and since then I never returned. Caleb had sent Jenny to pick up my things and clothes.

A sigh escaped my mouth as I didn't really feel happy to finally get back to my home. It was where I belonged but still, I felt empty and saddened as I locked the door and made my way back to the bedroom and throwing the dirty bedsheets away, I plopped down on the bed too tired to find a new one as I let sleep take over me.

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It was weekend as I dusted my apartment and kept my mind diverted from all the topics. I had managed to frame my parent's picture as I proudly hung it on the wall and stared at lovingly hoping if we could have spent a little more time together.

Life was cruel. It didn't stop for anyone nor did it favor anyone. I was saved while they were drowned. I still don't remember many things but sometimes I wondered how did they drown. Did no one among them knew how to swim? Wy did the boat drown?

I sat at the sofa holding a cup of coffee when the doorbell rung and I furrowed my eyebrows thinking who it might be. As I walked to the door, I looked out of the peephole only to find the person as Eden.

Blood drained out of my face instantly as I recalled what Caleb told me last night. He saw me as a whore and he thought I was with Eden because of money. Even though that was not true, still I couldn't manage to get myself open the door and talk to Eden. Somehow deep down, I felt like I blamed him for what happened with me and Caleb.

If only he did not kiss me, then Caleb wouldn't have got such a wrong impression.

"Sng are you there?" I heard his voice but chose to keep mute.

He knocked and pressed the doorbell again but after some minutes, he sighed and muttered something under his breath as he walked away. I heard his footsteps fading away and that made me guilty.

Sorry, Eden for making you feel guilty. But I am in no position to face you. I might lash out on you for kissing me and I might end telling you what Caleb did to me. But then, I feel that you might run to him in anger and that would cause more trouble.

There were no calls from Caleb or messages but I was somehow glad that he did not try to get in touch with me. I needed to divert my mind from just everything. I switched on the tv but it only bored me to death. As I got up from the sofa, my eyes fell on the reflection of mine in the mirror.

My eyes had dark circles and my hair was a mess. I looked totally different.

It is what love does to you?

If it does, then I don't want it.

Margaret called me and asked if I wanted to hang out with her, but I simply told her that I didn't feel like it. I spend two days locking myself out from the world and the worst part was I couldn't remove him out of my mind.

He was like a drug that I loathed and loved at the same time.

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It was finally Monday morning and my brain and my heart fought with each other. My brain told me to resign and not to go there any longer while my heart told me I should be more confident and face him because I didn't do anything wrong.