Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

67. Kill switch

INNA

I turn and head back to my apartment, water dripping from my clothes, leaving a wet trail behind me on the corridor, elevator and all the way to my place. I type the code out of instinct as I hurry to get inside. Not bothering to change my clothes or grab a towel, I go straight to the locked drawer in my living room, kneeling and pulling out the thick file with all the evidence I managed to collect about Jonathan in the short time I worked for him. I stare at the papers in my hand as if I'm staring into a bottomless pit. I hoped I didn't have to go this far. I hoped I never had to fight this hard, but he gave me no choice. I'm about to lose my job, but if I have to lose everything to stop him, so be it. I used to have nothing but pain in my life, anxiety and an impenetrable darkness that no one seemed to be able to break through. And yet, Namjoon did. He picked up the pieces and made something beautiful out of it. I was finally happy.

And then it all fell apart. I watched it come crashing down at my feet. Everything that I worked for, all my happiness, all my love, my entire purpose: gone in the blink of an eye. Stolen. Jonathan ripped me off. He took everything away from me and now I'm going to take everything away from him too. I guess sometimes there is honor in revenge.

My hair is clinging to my face, wet and ugly, but I couldn't care less. Still barefoot from earlier, I get up from the floor and, clutching tightly the file, I leave the apartment. I have so much sadness in my soul that I can't even bring myself to cry anymore. The moment Namjoon left that parking lot, something broke inside me. Irremediable. And like a kill switch inside my head, I turned it all off. Emotions, tears, yearning, everything gone. All that remains is lethal calm. Driven by vengeance and with my mouth set in a straight line, I climb the stairs one at a time to a floor higher. It's time to do what I should've done a while ago, before I lost everything. I realized earlier that I brought a knife to a gunfight. I never had a chance. If I want to win this, I have to sacrifice everything, even myself. You can't always fight darkness with light. Sometimes, it takes a bigger darkness. And thankfully, I am in possession of a lot of that.

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REEA

The sound of someone knocking on my door pulls me out of dreamland and I wince as I open my eyes. I'm still sprawled on the couch, with a pile of papers in front of me on the coffee table and the TV functioning in the background.

I must've fallen asleep while reading some documents for work. Carlos is sleeping in my lap, unbothered by the commotion on the other side of the door. I take him gently in my arms and remove him from my lap, placing him aside on the couch, then stretch my arms and walk to the door. It's late. I wonder who might be at this hour. I hope it's not Jungkook again. Not that I didn't want to see him, but I'm not in my best shape. I'm wearing only a pair of boxers and a huge white t-shirt over. Looking through the peephole, I spot a pair of green eyes staring right back at me.

"Creepy fucker!" I mutter as I open the door, revealing the small frame of the other woman.

"Young, what are you doing here?" I ask, yawning and scratching my head, still a bit sleepy. She looks back at me with the same green eyes that seem to be darker than ever, as if a shadow made a home inside them.

"I need a favor," she says flatly, almost calmly, but her gaze betrays her. There is anything but calm in her eyes.

"At this hour?" I ask unsure, rubbing my eyes and that's when I notice her appearance. She's all drenched, water still dripping from her shorts and sports bra, as well from her long hair. She doesn't seem to give a shit about it. She's gripping tightly in her hands a file of some kind. I step aside and let her in, which she immediately does. Like a storm, she passes by me, stopping in the middle of the living room.