Lyle got up immediately with his hands on his stomach. “Christopher.” There was no anger in his voice. On the contrary, Lyle was smiling. “It doesn’t feel good, right, using a used product? Yvonne was mine. Why did you have to take her away from me?”
Meanwhile, Christopher held his hand in front of me, signaling for me to help him wipe it. So, I took out some tissue. After I was done, he threw the tissue onto the floor and curled his lips. “I should actually thank you for leaving Eve all alone and giving me the chance to slip in. Thank you for making Eve mine and mine alone. You’re a good guy.”
Lyle was stunned after hearing that. “That’s impossible.” He gasped.
“Nothing’s impossible!” Christopher pulled me into his arms and turned to kiss me before continuing, “Don’t tell me you don’t know that I befriended you just because of her? Did you think it was really because of your talent? Why would I marry some other man’s woman?”
Lyle was shaken; he staggered backward and sat down. He looked at Christopher, then at me. “You’re lying, lying! Christopher Lane, what you said makes no sense. I left Yvonne at the hotel, and she was drugged. There’s no way she could’ve met you. You’re overseas back then.”
“Coincidentally, I got back that day. Sorry about that, Lyle. Did you think I approached you without a reason?” Christopher looked at Lyle like he was looking at a clown.
“That’s impossible! That’s too much of a coincidence!” Lyle was starting to waver as he looked at us.
Despite that, I felt no sympathy for him. This time, I succumbed to my hatred. Back then, I would always worry that Crystal might toy with him. But at that moment, my only wish was to see him suffer.
What did I do to deserve such treatment? Did I do something during the eight years that made him this way? Where did the kind and gentle Lyle I knew go?
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