WHAT IF???

Chapter 36: Shadows of Suspicion

As Mon arrived at the office the next day, her heart sank when she noticed Sam's empty office. Concerned, she approached Yha, hoping for answers.

"Have you seen Sam today?" Mon asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Yha shook her head, her expression mirroring Mon's concern. "No, Mon. Sam didn't show up for work today," she replied, her tone filled with uncertainty.

A sense of dread washed over Mon as she realized that Sam was nowhere to be found. Throughout the day, she tried desperately to reach Sam, but her calls and messages went unanswered, leaving her feeling increasingly frustrated and anxious.

As the hours dragged on, Mon couldn't shake the feeling of déjà vu, remembering the similar scenario on her birthday when Sam had disappeared without a word.

With each unanswered call, Mon's frustration grew, her mind racing with worry and uncertainty. As the day wore on, she was left to confront the possibility that history was repeating itself, and the fear of what that might mean weighed heavily on her heart.

With a sense of urgency, Mon rushed to Sam's house, her heart pounding with a mix of relief and anxiety as she spotted Sam's car parked in the driveway. Ignoring Yha's invitation for dinner, she focused solely on reaching Sam, her worry driving her forward.

Using the spare key Sam had entrusted her with, Mon hurriedly unlocked the gate and stepped inside the familiar surroundings of Sam's home. Every step felt heavy with anticipation as she made her way towards the front door, her mind racing with a thousand possibilities.

As she entered the house, Mon's heart skipped a beat when she saw Sam sitting alone in the living room, her expression unreadable. Relief flooded through Mon as she rushed over to her, wrapping her arms around her in a tight embrace.

"Sam, I've been so worried! Why didn't you answer any of my calls or messages?" Mon exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion.

As Mon rushed to Sam, enveloping her in kisses and hugs, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease from Sam's silence. Confusion gnawed at Mon's insides as she pulled back slightly, searching Sam's eyes for answers.

"What's wrong, Sam?" Mon asked softly, her voice tinged with concern.

Sam remained silent for a moment, her gaze distant as she struggled to find the right words. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to talk to you," she said, her tone heavy with emotion.

Mon's heart sank at the seriousness in Sam's voice, her worry deepening. "Of course, Sam. What is it?" she asked, her voice trembling with apprehension.

As Sam initiated the conversation, her words hung heavy in the air, the tension palpable between them. "MY suspicion about Nop is correct, Mon," she began, her voice steady but filled with a hint of sadness. "He does have feelings for you. Doesn't he?"

Mon's heart sank at Sam's admission, her worst fears confirmed in that moment. "Sam, he's just my cousin," she protested weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sam shook her head, her gaze unwavering as she met Mon's eyes. "To Nop, you're more than just a cousin," she replied, her tone gentle but firm. "He sees you as something more, and it's tearing me apart. I heard everything"

Mon's heart pounded in her chest as Sam's accusations cut through the air like a knife. The intensity of their argument escalated with each passing moment, tension crackling between them like wildfire.

"You heard everything?" Mon's voice wavered, her eyes wide with disbelief as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of Sam's revelation.

Sam's jaw clenched, her gaze piercing as she locked eyes with Mon. "Yes, I heard it all," she admitted bitterly, her tone laced with resentment and hurt.

As the truth hung heavy in the air, Mon's mind raced with a thousand thoughts, her stomach churning with unease. "Sam, please, it's not what you think," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

But Sam's jealousy flared like a wildfire, her fears and insecurities consuming her from within. "Did something happen between you and Nop in England, Mon?" Sam's voice was low, seething with barely-contained anger. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Mon's heart shattered at Sam's accusation, the weight of her words crushing her beneath their weight. "No, Sam, nothing happened," she insisted, her voice trembling with emotion. "Nop is my cousin, nothing more."

Mon's voice quivered with indignation as she lashed out at Sam, her words dripping with frustration and hurt. "Is that really what you think of me, Sam? That I would stoop so low?" she fired back, her eyes blazing with defiance.

Sam's jaw clenched as she fought to contain the seething anger boiling within her. "I don't know what to believe anymore, Mon," she retorted, her voice strained with emotion. "You've been keeping secrets from me."

A flash of hurt crossed Mon's features, her resolve hardening as she defended herself against Sam's accusations. "I'm not keeping secrets, Sam. If you would just listen, you'd know that it's only Nop who has feelings for me," she insisted, her voice tinged with frustration.

Sam's voice trembled with anger as she confronted Mon, her words laced with bitterness and hurt. "Do you want to choose Nop because he's single and less complicated?" she demanded, her tone cutting through the tense silence like a blade.

Mon's eyes flashed with defiance as she met Sam's gaze head-on. "I didn't come here to choose anyone, Sam," she shot back, her voice tinged with frustration. "I came here because I was worried about you, and now you're throwing accusations at me?"

Tears streamed down Mon's cheeks as she fought to make Sam understand. "It's not my fault if Nop has feelings for me," she cried, her voice breaking with sorrow. "I love you, Sam. Despite everything, I've always loved you."

Mon's voice trembled with a mixture of sorrow and frustration as she laid bare the painful truth. "I ignored the pain you caused me three years ago when you married Kirk," she declared, her words heavy with the weight of betrayal. "I accepted you back into my life, despite knowing I would only ever be your mistress."

Sam's silence spoke volumes as Mon's words hung in the air, the weight of their past mistakes crushing them both beneath its burden. Tears welled in Mon's eyes as she realized the futility of their love, the cracks in their relationship widening with each passing moment.

Unable to bear the weight of Mon's accusations, Sam remained speechless, her heart heavy with regret and guilt. In that moment of painful confrontation, the chasm between them seemed insurmountable, leaving them both adrift in a sea of unresolved emotions.

With a heavy heart, Mon turned and walked away, leaving behind the shattered remnants of their fractured relationship. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she knew that their love was no match for the wounds they had inflicted upon each other. In the silence that followed, Mon was left to confront the painful reality of their broken bond, knowing that some scars could never truly heal.

As Mon stormed away, Sam's heart clenched with regret and desperation. Ignoring the ache in her chest, she chased after Mon, her steps echoing the urgency of her need to make things right.

"Mon, wait! Please, let me explain," Sam pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion as she reached out to grasp Mon's arm.

But Mon recoiled at Sam's touch, her eyes brimming with tears of betrayal and hurt. "Don't touch me," she whispered, her voice laced with anguish as she tried to break free from Sam's embrace.

Desperation clawed at Sam's throat as she watched Mon slip further away from her grasp. "I'm sorry, Mon. I didn't mean it," she pleaded, her voice trembling with sincerity. "Please, just give me a chance to make things right."

But Mon's heart was too raw with pain to heed Sam's pleas. With a final, agonized glance, she wrenched herself free from Sam's touch and continued to flee, leaving Sam to grapple with the consequences of her words and the shattered fragments of their broken relationship. In that moment of heart-wrenching separation, Sam was left to confront the painful reality of her actions, knowing that some wounds could never be fully healed.