CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

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MEGAN POV

I sit hunched over my phone, my eyes darting around the room.

I'm not here for the food or the ambiance.

My focus is on the table across the room where Freya and Selene sit, engrossed in a private conversation.

I know that if I can get my hands on some concrete evidence, then I know how to stop Freya from ruining my relationship. 

I don't care if Selene is cheating on me right now; I just want her to love me.

She won't care if I confront her about her and Freya; she would say I can leave her, which I can't and I won't.

 So the only thing I can do is blackmail Freya that I'll show this to Elijah, but I can't because I cannot leave Selene.

Freya, sitting with her hair pulled back into a tight bun, is dressed in a dress, her hands animated as she speaks.

Selene, on the other hand, is a stark contrast with her jet-black hair cascading down her back.

I look at Selene, her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in closer to Freya, whispering something that makes her laugh.

Jealousy coats my face as I look at them, how easily they cheat on us.

I have been following them for days, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever it is that binds them together so tightly.

The air is thick with the aroma of garlic and butter, mingling with the low murmur of conversations and clinking of silverware.

My heart races as I observe Freya and Selene.

I notice the way they touch each other's hands, the lingering glances, the way they lean in to talk.

Selene never talks to me like that.

It is all so subtle, but to my trained eye, it screams of something more than a relation.

What if Selene is in love with Freya? 

My eyes land on them as they both take a sip of their wine, their eyes meet, and for a fleeting moment, I feel like something raw and unguarded passes between them.

It is that moment I have been waiting for.

With trembling hands, I open my phone's camera app and zoom in on the pair.

I know that I have to be quick and discreet.

The lighting is dim, but I manage to adjust the settings just enough to capture their expressions.

My finger hovers over the record button, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

The anticipation is almost unbearable, like the moment before a storm breaks.

And then, without warning, Selene reaches across the table and kisses Freya softly on the lips.

Gritting my teeth, I feel a sting in my chest which soon converts into anger,

but it is all I need.

I hit record and watch as Freya's eyes widen in shock, realizing what she has just done in public.

The camera rolls, capturing every second of the intimate moment, and I feel a thrill of victory surge through me. 

The kiss is over almost as quickly as it began, but the impact is undeniable.

Freya's cheeks flush a deep crimson as she pulls away.

I have to get out of there before they realize what I have done.

Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I stand up, trying to look as casual as possible.

I throw some cash on the table and make my way to the exit, my legs feeling like jelly.

The door chimes as I step out into the cool evening air, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I lean against the brick wall, replaying the video in my mind.

The passion between Freya and Selene is palpable, that Selene never had for me.

But as I take a deep breath and start to walk away, I feel a twinge of hurt.

The weight of my decision grows heavier with each step I take.

If Selene finds out I made a video of her and Freya, she's going to kill me.

The street stretches out before me, lined with twinkling lights from the nearby shops.

The sounds of laughter and chatter fill the air, a stark contrast to the tumult in my mind.

I know that the choice I'm making next will not only affect Freya and Selene but also define my own character.

I can't just show Elijah the video by myself.

I pause, my hand hovering over my phone.

The cold, hard reality slaps me in the face; I know what I need to do, and I will do whatever it takes.

Disappearing into the shadows, the rain washes away any lingering doubt.

I have chosen my path, and I will stand by it.

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