Emerald

42. Cold heart

{ Nicholas POV }

Fire, Anger and hurt a dangerous combination of mixed emotions and feelings. But today I was unsure of which one did I feel the most.

Anger a sensation coursed through my blood I was malicious and furious, the person who I trusted the most turned out to be the person who went behind my back!

There was a possibility that jade knew nothing about the man she was associated with... But there were high chances that she was also used as a bait for me, just a pawn in the game and she played along very well.

The fire on my skin burned... I could feel the rage in my veins begging me to ruin and trash the furniture around me. To rip apart all our remembrances, but I held on to that last bit of sanity; I held on to that voice in my head that was shoved to block out any mercy.

The mere fact that I noticed a picture of my emerald with another man. the way she held on to him and admired and his touch. It itched my fingers to tear his flesh apart, to give him a slow demise and unbearable suffering.

I sat on the edge of the chair patiently waiting for her to return home, it was nine-thirty and she was extremely late today. The picture in my hands taunted me, the animal inside my soul rumbled with mockery as my practical mind told me.

She was with him.

In outrage, I picked up the vase next to me and smashed it on the floor. I watched as it shattered to pieces on the ground. I was satisfied with sharp edges that pierced through my skin when I picked up a piece of a broken vase.

A small cut had formed on my fingertips as the texture of blood coated my skin. My beast was pleased with the liquid that seeped through when I went to pick up the picture that slipped through my hands.

" Nicholas? Oh my God! " her sweet voice boomed through the room.

She bent down near me as I saw concern coat her eyes, she picked me up and quickly rushed to her bedroom whilst she walked out with a first aid box.

" How did this happen?" she asked and opened the box.

" I don't know," I replied

" Nicholas that's absurd, your fingertips are bleeding you did do something," she said softly and pressed the cotton against my cut wound.

The way she held my fingers so gently made me wonder was this a real concern or was it fake? Was this another part of her plan, to make me fall for her soft gestures?

" where were you? " I asked boldly as she stopped her actions and looked up to face me.

" I-I... I was tied up with work." she suffered from her words and gulped.

" so late? " I pressed

" yes... I designed a new wedding dress for a customer," she answered firmly but failed to do so.

" lies." I declared and glared at her, she pulled her touchback from mine and a sheer coat of fear laid over her frame.

" Nicholas I am not--"

I picked up the first aid box and threw it across the room. Taking a few strides towards her, I stood right in front of her frame to make her feel the beast inside me that threatened to come out.

" I wanted the truth," I whispered and watch as she sent me a perplexed look.

" where we're you?" I inquired again refraining from touching her.

" What's wrong with you Nicholas! I told you I was at work! " she announced loudly

" No, you were with another man!" I yelled and gripped her arm roughly.