My life is hell

chapter -31

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Kongpob was determined to make things right with Arthit. After the garden incident, Arthit hadn’t spoken a word to him, the silence between them growing heavier with each passing day. The guilt gnawed at Kongpob, and he decided to plan a surprise dinner, hoping to melt the ice between them.

As the evening approached, Kongpob was busy preparing everything. He ensured every detail was perfect—the table, the decorations, the ambiance. It had to be flawless. While Kongpob left to get dressed, Issac, having overheard the plan, crept into the dining room with a sinister smile. He wasn’t about to let Kongpob’s surprise go off without a hitch. He began ruining the setup, knocking over plates, messing with the flowers, and throwing the food off the table.

Just as Issac was about to leave the scene of his sabotage, Chase walked in. He froze for a second, seeing Issac destroying everything. Without making a sound, Chase pulled out his phone and recorded the entire thing.

A short while later, Kongpob, excited for the evening, walked Arthit into the room. His heart dropped when he saw the mess. The once-beautiful setup now looked like a disaster zone. Shocked and confused, Kongpob stood there, unable to process what had happened.

Arthit frowned. "Kongpob, what’s going on? What happened to the dinner you were preparing?"

“I—I don’t know,” Kongpob stammered, completely at a loss. “I swear, everything was perfect when I left.”

Issac entered just in time, putting on his best concerned face. “Oh my God, what happened here? How could this happen?”

Kongpob was still in shock. "I don’t know. It was all set up just a few minutes ago."

Issac glanced between them, pretending to be as surprised as they were. “Sir, were you doing something here? Maybe someone accidentally messed with it?”

But before Kongpob could answer, Chase walked into the room, a knowing smirk on his face. “Wait a minute. I can take care of him. Just let me,” he said confidently, his smirk growing as he looked at Issac.

Kongpob and Arthit both turned to Chase, confusion in their eyes. “What do you mean? You know who did this?” Arthit asked.

Chase nodded, holding up his phone. “I recorded the whole thing.”

He hit play, and the video of Issac destroying the setup filled the room. Issac's face paled as everyone watched the damning evidence unfold. Kongpob’s jaw tightened, and Arthit’s eyes narrowed in anger.

Arthit, livid, turned to Issac. “How could you? After everything we’ve done for you?”

Issac, panicking, tried to defend himself. “No, no, this is a lie! Arthit, you have to believe me! Chase set this up to frame me! It’s not real!”

Arthit’s eyes blazed with fury. “Are you saying I can’t see the truth with my own eyes, Issac? I understand now. You’re a liar. Kongpob was right about you. Get out of my house. Call the police.”

Issac backed away, fear evident in his eyes. “No, no, please! I’ll leave! Don’t call the police, I beg you.”

Issac started heading for the door, but just as he was about to leave, Chase's smirk grew even more intense. “Wait,” he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. “Let me deal with him. Don’t worry.”

Kongpob gave Issac one last cold look. "Do whatever you want with him, just take him and get out. Before I kill him."

Chase nodded, still smirking as he walked over to Issac, pulling him along. “Come on. You’re coming with me,” he said, his voice holding a dangerous edge. There was a certain glint in his eyes as he led Issac out, the smirk never leaving his face—as if he was planning something far worse.

Once Issac was gone, the tension in the room shifted. Kongpob turned to Arthit, his voice soft with guilt. “I’m sorry, Arthit… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just wanted to make things right between us.”

Arthit sighed, his anger slowly dissipating. “I know, Kongpob. I’m sorry too. I was just hurt and angry. But you don’t have to fight alone.”

Kongpob reached out, gently taking Arthit’s hand. “I promise, I’ll do better. I just can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

Arthit squeezed his hand in return, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You won’t lose me, Kongpob. Just talk to me next time. We’re in this together.”

They stood in silence for a moment, their emotions slowly settling as they both realized that despite everything, they still had each other.

To be continued........

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