When I Left, He Found His Way Back-Chapter 47: A jinx I made

Liam’s POV.

The nerve of that bastard! He claimed my wife and now, I’m helpless. I can’t do anything. Jessica wants to help him. How do I tell her Tristan was using her? How do I explain that nothing was wrong with him?

This was all my fault. If I hadn’t messed my marriage up, Tristan wouldn’t have gotten my wife.

But was I going to let them live alone, in an apartment as a husband and wife? Over my dead body. If he’s living with her, so am I.

"Fine. I’ll agree to this..." I said slowly and she stared at me, her brow raised.

I could tell she didn’t trust my words, because, a moment ago, I was raving mad and now, I was suddenly agreeing to it? Obviously, she wasn’t stupid.

"I’ll agree to it on the condition that we all live together under the same roof, with different bedrooms."

"What sort of a joke is that? Living together with two men? Do you even care about my reputation at this point?" she fired back. I knew she was already angry from how things turned out, but what did she want me to do?

"What? You want to live with him under the same roof? Alone?!"

She hesitated for a moment, then turned away from me, "No. I’ll get Hilda to live with us."

Even when she said that, I couldn’t be assured that the wolf wouldn’t cross the line. "If Hilda can live with you, so can I. I’ll get us a four bedroom apartment. This is the only deal I’ll make with you, Jessica."

She stared at me for a long time, "Why are you scared? Do you think I’d turn out like you and Zoey? I’m not a dog, Liam. I have some self-respect, and dignity."

My heart dropped. Did she think so badly of me?

I stared at her with clenched teeth. She doesn’t let an opportunity go without taunting or rubbing my mistakes in my face. But she was right, I gave her the chance to see me as nothing but a shameless man.

"I don’t think you would do anything shameful, but I don’t trust Tristan even to leave you with him," I explained and hoped she would stop thinking so badly of me.

"Whatever. Just drive," she said dismissively.

It hurts. Her words cut me like a knife but I drove anyway. The silence in the car was more suffocating than the tension between us. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her, trying to read her expression.

She was staring out the window, her eyes fixed on some point in the distance. I could sense the anger and hurt radiating from her, and it killed me. I knew I had messed up, and now I was paying the price. freёweɓnovel_com

But I couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, living together again, I would be able to win back her heart, her trust, and prove to her that I was more than just a cheater.

Arriving at Hilda’s apartment, Jessica got out of the car and slammed the door. Without looking back, she stormed off. I watched her disappear into the house and I sat in my car, wondering what to do next.

Should I go to her, or go back home and let her sort her emotions out?

I didn’t leave. I stayed there until night fell.

Our date was ruined and we didn’t go out anymore, and she’s not eaten since afternoon. I picked my phone and ordered her dinner. I waited for about an hour when I saw the delivery guy deliver the food to her and left. She didn’t reject it, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Shortly after, Hilda arrived in a taxi. Only then did I leave, but I didn’t head home. I went straight to the hospital, and when I entered the VIP ward, the first thing I did was to punch Tristan right across the face.

He laughed like a maniac, then asked me calmly, "Do I know you?"

My anger boiled over at his question, and I punched him again, still he didn’t retaliate.

He just sat there, a small smile playing on his lips, as if he was enjoying the fact that I was losing my temper. His calm demeanor only fueled my anger, and I felt myself wanting to hit him again, and again, and again.

But something about his expression stayed my hand. He was taunting me, wanting me to lose my mind. And in that moment, I felt a spark of unease ignite within me.

"You’re recording this?" I suddenly asked and he beamed with pride, nodding his head.

"I am," he said, his voice dripping with smugness. "I want to make sure I have evidence of your unstable behavior." He chuckled. "You’re going to make this so easy for me, Liam."

I felt a surge of anger at his words, but I knew I had to keep my cool. I couldn’t let him get the better of me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "What do you want, Tristan?" I asked, my voice low and even.

"Jessica," he said calmly. "Leave her and I’ll stop. Otherwise she’ll get hurt."

My eyes narrowed, my grip on my temper fragile at best. "You think you can just threaten me and I’ll back down?" I sneered, my voice dripping with contempt, and he shrugged.

"You’ll only make her suffer more than she already is," he said.

My frown deepened. Why do I get the feeling that he’s not just talking about Jessica’s emotional suffering? I studied his expression, trying to read between the lines. There was something in his eyes, a glint of something that looked almost like... triumph.

And in that moment, I felt a chill run down my spine. What did he know that I didn’t? What was he planning? I took a step closer to him, my voice low and menacing. "What have you done to her?" I growled.

He opened his arms, "What did you see me do?"

I clenched my fists, my anger simmering just below the surface. "Don’t play games with me, Tristan," I warned, my voice low and even. "I know you’re hiding something. You’re not as innocent as you seem." I took another step closer to him, my eyes locked on his. "Tell me what’s going on. What’s really going on between you and Jessica?"

"Aren’t you a detective? Don’t you know how to dig into my past. You should also dig into hers. You’d be surprised to find that she’s not as innocent as she seems." His voice lowered and he said tauntingly, "Only a fool like you would think she’s an angel, worthy of your protection."

Tristan’s words cut deep, and I felt a surge of anger and protectiveness towards Jessica. Who was he to question her integrity? I took another step closer to him, my eyes blazing with anger. "You’re crossing a line, Tristan," I warned, my voice low and menacing. "Keep talking about her like that, and you’ll regret it."

"And she’ll hate you even more with every punch you deliver." He laughed, a cold, mirthless that made my heart drop.

His words struck a chord, and I felt a pang of uncertainty. Was I really helping Jessica by confronting Tristan, or was I just pushing her further away? I clenched my fists, trying to shake off the doubt.

No, I was doing this for her, to protect her from this manipulative, controlling... I glared at Tristan, my anger boiling over again. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" I spat. "You’re enjoying the fact that you’re driving a wedge between us."

Tristan’s laughter stopped, and he looked at me with a serious expression. "As much as I enjoy seeing her in misery, I feel bad for you, to be honest."

He sighed, "It wouldn’t be good to see a man like you drop to his knees because of a woman. Listen to me, Liam," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "She’s not worth your sacrifices. It doesn’t end well for whoever comes close to her. She’s a jinx... My jinx...one I made."

That’s it!

My restraint snapped and I launched myself at him, my fists flying. I was beyond reason, beyond control. All I could see was red, all I could feel was rage. I punched him again and again, my blows landing with sickening crunches.

Tristan didn’t even try to defend himself, just sat there, a calm, almost serene expression on his face. It was as if he was waiting for me to exhaust myself, to wear myself out.

And eventually, that’s exactly what happened. I collapsed against the bed, my chest heaving, my fists throbbing with pain, and my head aching.

Tristan was bleeding all over his broken face, looking at his pig face, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. It was a cruel, primal feeling, but I couldn’t help it. Seeing Tristan’s battered face, knowing that I was the one who had done that to him, gave me a sense of pleasure.

I finally wiped that smug smile off his lips. I finally made him groan in pain. I finally saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. It was a small, satisfying victory, but it was short-lived.

As I caught my breath and stood up, I saw the door to the hospital room burst open and Tristan’s assistant rushed in. He instantly whipped his gun out and pointed it at me.

"Seems you don’t know when to pull out your gun, huh?" I casually stated, staring at my bruised fist and ignoring the pain in my head.

"Please, leave!" he ordered. His voice was firm and authoritative.

Tristan managed to sit up and said, his voice was trembling even though he tried to remain calm. "Don’t send him away. Inform Jessica of what he’s done to me."

"Yes, boss!" the assistant replied as he continued to glare at me.

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