Shouldn't Have Kissed You.

chapter 23

Dedicated to @trulyxXYours

"Hey, everything okay?" Leonel asked consign written all over his face, "I mean, you're just playing with your food and you haven't said a word since we came here. All you do is nod your head."

Maya looked at her hand that Leonel had placed his. She was mad like real mad. Mad at herself for ruining their dinner date. Mad at Chris for making her want to boil. Mad at her father who made all this come to what it was. And mad at her fate, destiny or whatever it was that made sure that her life will for ever be miserable.

She had just met Leonel a few weeks ago. She didn't look for him but he did. He went to an extent of apologize for being a coward when her husband threatened him. He didn't have to come back to her but he did. Something that no one ever did.

All the people that she loved ones they left, they never returned. Take for example her brother. She loved him with all her being and he never came back to all. All she has is memories of him. Memories of their childhood and teenage. At times, she couldn't help but think of how he looked at adulthood. That is if he was alive.

But when people at the army die at war, their cops are sent back to their loved ones, right? So she still had to hope that her brother was alive. He had to be, for her love. For her to still have someone out there who still cared. She had to.

And then there was her best friend, Kyle. She has never returned from her business trips. According to her, it seemed that her boss had to sent her from continent to another just to make some deal which were stupid if you asked her.

But here was Leonel. The one who came back to her. The one who has been there for her for the past two weeks. The one who at least tried to feel her pain. The one who told her to let it all out by crying but it didn't work. Instead, it got even worse since all the bad memories kept on flashing in front of her eyes. And that made her crave for one thing.

Yes, she craved for something for one's in her life. All she ever wanted was love. That's all she dreamed of from her father but he never gave her even a taste of it. As for her husband, she wanted him to love her just like a friend. That was enough for. She just wanted him to understand her.

But what did he do? He accused her of something that she had no part in. He hurt her for her father's mistake. For his mistake. It was his fault also. She never begged him to pick her from the funs. She didn't incite the kiss to begin with. It wasn't her who had her hands in her inner thighs. So yes, it was his mistake.

His to pay for and not the way he had turned the table on her. And that's why now more than ever she craved for revenge. She wanted revenge for every humiliation that she has ever undergone. Every pain that she ever felt in her life. That was what she wanted them to feel. That's what she was going to give them soon enough.

Her patience had gone with the wind the moment Chris kneeled before her. She thought silent treatment at first was enough but it wasn't. She wanted to see him like that. Begging. Begging for mercy from her. Begging her to spare whatever it is that he loved so dearly. So when she issued those threats, they weren't empty. She meant every word and every sentence she said to him.

And to think he wanted to buy her with cheap flowers and dinner, that blew every last straw that was left in her that is if there was still any left. Because for the past two weeks, rage was all she felt. She was nub to other feeling that she ever felt.

Then, here she was, at dinner that she looked forward to all the week. This was the only time for the whole week she got home early and that was even possible because she asked one of her collages to cover her up for the rest of the hours. She hoped that Leonel will crack one of those egoistic comments of his and she would laugh her lungs out all the night.