Lyle pressed his lips into a thin line, and gingerly touched his face where I had slapped him. With sad eyes, he said, “It hurts, Yvonne. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I don’t want to lose you. What am I supposed to do now? Why do you have to be with Christopher? From the beginning, that man has ill intentions, and he’s not a good person. Please believe me. Don’t be with him.”
What’s wrong with him? I don’t understand how this man’s mind works. I let out a sigh and rubbed my temple before saying, “So, you want me to continue to be your doormat? You want me to be with you so that you can walk all over me and do whatever you want to me? We’re adults now, Lyle. Time to grow up and be a man.”
“You’re so full of yourself. No doubt Christopher plays a role in that,” Lyle said with gritted teeth.
I replied coldly, “You have no say on the matter between Christopher and me. If you’re here to determine if I’m married to Christopher or not, then let me tell you this, we’re married. Satisfied?”
“Yvonne…”
“Stop following me, Lyle. Go back to Crystal and don’t pester me anymore. I’ve really had enough of you. You’re so annoying, don’t you know that?” As if I was avoiding the plague, I pushed the door open and quickly locked the door after slamming it in his face.
Lyle knocked on the door several times before finally turning to leave. I breathed a sigh of relief when I was certain that he was gone. Sometimes, I had the misperception that Lyle loved me. Of course, I knew that his love for me—if he even loved me at all—was incomparable to his love for Crystal.
He always felt that the women around him should be in love with him. And even if he were to break off the relationship, he expected the woman to be still in love with him. I’m not a fool. Why would I wait with a broken heart for him to come back to me?
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