Fated to You

Chapter 26 - She loved me with her words

The day before

Sam was within her house when she saw Becky leading Freen to her car and driving her off to some place. Of course, she wanted to walk out of the house and stop them but what would that help? She knows where Freen stands and she wishes not to stand in the way but she can't stay away either because, she loves Freen.

"Why do you keep running to the one girl that keeps breaking your heart my love?" She says, as she looks at the one picture of Freen within her phone, "It's not like irony is on my side either because I keep running to you, the girl that keep breaking my heart." She stares at the picture harder, losing herself within the eyes that were smiling back to her.

Then, the door knocks.

Sam wonders who it could be at this time of night. She doesn't expect anyone or at the least Yang have his own family to take care of. She walks to the door and looks through the windows on the side to find a familiar figure fidgeting in place impatiently. She opens up.

"Mon, what are you doing here?" She stands aside to let the girl through.

"Becky wants to stop the wedding." She whines as she walks through the door, "What am I going to do Sam?"

"What does that have to do with me?" Sam asks, not understanding why Mon would be standing here. "How did you even know where I live?"

"I followed Becky's car which followed you." Mon admits, "I went to see her at the company but she was already leaving the building when I got there."

"What do you want Mon?" Sam asks.

"We can't let this happen." Mon walks within the living room and throws herself on one of the couch. She smoothly sways against the surface of the sofa, "By the way, that's a really comfortable couch."

"I'm sorry. 'we'?"

Mon descends from her cloud to assess Sam's inquiries, "We can't let Becky back out of marrying me. So, what's the plan?"

"What do you mean what's the plan? That's your problem that she no longer want to be with you."

"Everything was perfect until that pest of an assistant showed up."

Sam lifts up a finger, "Hey, she's not a pest. You better watch your mouth."

"Ooooohhh!" Mon rolls her eyes, "What are you going to do?"

"Just get out. You and I have nothing to talk about."

"Look, I know that. I'm not here for that. Listen to me..." Mon gets off the couch and walks over to a defiant Sam, "You love Freen. And I want Becky. I have fought years trying to get the girl to look at me. Becky is just confused. They haven't seen each other for years, of course some type of feelings would rise. But, Becky loves me. She is the one who proposed to me. I'm not giving up that easily."

"Wow. If she loved you that much, she wouldn't go around harassing Freen all the time, kissing her in public, running after her everywhere she goes. Oh yeah, I see her love for you." Sam points out. "Look, just let the girl go. You can do much better anyways. She's not all that."

"I'm sensing that you are jealous."

"No I'm not. At least, not for you. I'm just not understanding why you all love her so much. What's so great about her? The fact that she has money and fame? That girl is the most selfish human being I've ever met. Look at how she's treating you, her own fiancée."

"You don't know her like I do."

"Well I know enough that you are here with me right now and not with her; just like in Paris, you are here with me. What is wrong with this picture?" Sam asks Mon, approaching slowly towards her, "You're not with your fiancée, the woman whose love you yearn. You're here with me, the woman whose lust is yours."