THE PATHS CONNECTED

CHAPTER 5

Back to Irvine's POV 

Days had happened since Khalil's manager talked to me; consequently, he had begun behaving as if he had a different attitude altogether towards me. 

I began to speculate and over-analyze things. I asked myself- who would have thought that I would wait for Khalil on the sofa? Since he had gotten home late more often, I tried to be indifferent; maybe that was how things were supposed to run- it was just work. 

I was watching television when I heard him open the door. I stood and went to meet him. 

"Khalil, you're home late again. You must be tired. Come on, I cooked dinner for you," I said gently, already reaching out for his hand, hoping he would hold it. Instead, he snubbed it. 

W-Why, Khalil? 

"Would you just shut up, Irvine? You are too noisy. Let me have my peace, okay?" he said and just walked away, leaving me there. 

It hurt me, I did not really like it. Things were not happening the way I thought they would. What happened to the playful and cutesy Khalil that I used to know? 

I finally decided that no thinking would do me good, I went upstairs, and at one point, I just fell asleep. 

When I awoke, he was already gone. Again. I felt so forlorn about it. 

Things were not any longer quite the same. I would try to make it up to him today; I planned on taking him dinner. He was probably miffed with me. 

After breakfast was done, I threw on a simple outfit- a crop top and a pair of jeans. The driver was not around to take me, so I took the bus. 

"Yes, I've arrived!" I said to myself, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I was already familiar with this place; Khalil had taken me here one time. 

As I was yo enter the rooftop I saw them.

And guess what I saw? 

Clea and Khalil. Kissing. Yes. Clea.  

My hands found the floor delicious, and all this created noises that caught their notice. 

So shes back?huh?

Khalil readied to attract my hand immediately. I jerked my hand away and slapped him. 

How dare he!?

"Wife, I didn’t mean to—" he stumbled into some sort of an explanation. 

"DONT YOU DARE CALL ME WIFE KHALIL!! What do you mean you didn’t mean to?! You wanted this! I saw it with my own two eyes—how you responded to every single one of her kisses! How could you? Did you not even think about how I would feel?"

I did see his eyes shed tears. Hah. Wow. Now this cheating btch is crying? 

"Wife, I did not mean to do that, I can explain" he said crying. 

I slapped him yet again. 

"EXPLAIN?! EXPLAIN WHAT?! Tell me, Khalil, did you enjoy it?!" I shouted in outrage. 

"Is it her that made you act differently? Is it her?! I wouldn't be surprised at all if it was! Not that I've got any chance against her. She's rich and beautiful, and your parents love her, and above all, she's your first love! So when wealth came into play, I was already beaten. Was it something I did wrong? If I did, you should have told me, Khalil! So that I could've learnt to fix it! Should I blame fate for snatching away my happiness, or should I blame you for making me believe I could be happy at your side?"

I held my face, trying to comprehend all this. 

Do I even deserve this?
Am I not enough?

But what can I do? She was his first love; I lost before the fight even began.  

"You are so unfair, Khalil, I- I really thought we would be together until my death, but I did not know that while I was here, your heart was already making room for someone else." 

I can no longer could I endure the pain. 

It felt like tearing my heart apart.

I ran home hoping kuya Timothy was there.