Chapter 12: The Decision


    The drive back home to Yvonne’s home had been a quiet one, she was not really able to digest what


    she hade across today. Scott was still in love with someone else, someone who had destroyed her


    marriage, it was not Anna, it was the girl he had mentioned today, Marie.


    Marie how dare you…she thought bitterly to herself, barely able to control her anger.


    Scott halted the car right in front of her doorstep. She looked at him onest time, his stoic face and


    heartless eyes were fixed to the road and he waited for her to get out of the car. This time she did want


    revenge. More than ever before.


    He really had destroyed her life, time and herself. She wanted to make Scott Anderson realize how


    much of emotionalmitment it took to love someone, to put that person above everyone else, to


    dedicate your life so loyally and blindly to someone who just did not care about you the same way,


    someone who was just testing you out like you were a trial product!


    It inted her anger but she did her best topose every bit of her and ced her hand on to his


    pretty reassuringly and said softly, concealing all her anger to herself, “Scott, the past lies behind us,


    but today you need is a friend more than a lover and even though you never loved me, I did. With all


    my heart and my love was enough for both of us. Probably always will be…I’ll be there for you if you


    need me…”


    Yvonne gently tapped his hand that was ced on the staring wheel, she felt his hand loosen on the


    wheel but nothing more than that, his face did not give away a single thing he was feeling at this time.


    Giving up, she got out of the car and closed the door behind her.


    She was sick of him and now, with her back against the car and Scott, she was standing on her own


    feet yet the ground did not feel stable beneath her feet and she felt numb inside- lying did not make her


    feel good but her anger found ways to justify her lies.


    A man like Scott deserved nothing but lies, just what he had given her, her ego reminded her.


    Without looking behind, she walked straight to the door and locked her door as soon as she got in. A


    few moments after closing the door, she heard the car’s engine rumble and speed away. Internally she


    felt as if Scott had been indecisive to leave at all, they had been married for 3 years, that was the least


    she could make out, still feeling a tad bit connected to him.


    She threw her bag on the couch and lied on the carpeted floor. She felt too weak but she at least she


    was clear now- she wanted nothing! Absolutely nothing to do with Scott Anderson.


    The n was simple, slowly win his trust, y with his feelings and leave him broken, he shall sow


    what he has reaped- tit for tat, only then will we be even and over Scott, she thought vehemently. She


    knew whose help she was going to take in this; the only guy who had been- to say the least-


    understanding to her or had simr motives. After all, an enemy’s enemy is your friend.


    A satisfying smirk took over her face as she thought about how she was going to execute her n this


    time, she knew how to push Scott’s buttons and thus, she knew exactly what she was going to do.


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    It was almost 2 am by now and Scott drove faster than he did on average, at a deadly speed. He was


    far from Yvonne’s home, his own or even the city.


    He did not know where he was driving to but his confused mind did not halt him. Generally driving fast


    aided him in thinking but today he was nk, in fact; he did not know what to make of today. He did not


    even know what had happened with Yvonne today. Nothing went as nned.


    Unlike what the world thought of him, Scott was no stone though. Tonight, his palm had turned sweaty


    when Yvonne waspassionate towards him. He hated to admit it but he had controlled his urge to


    pull her into his arms and kiss her, her care was enough to draw him back. But he had not done it.


    When he had mentioned Marie in front of Yvonne, he had wanted not to do so in the first ce


    because he knew that the mention of her name would not mend any things now, yet when he thought


    about his first love, his tongue went beyond his control. He wanted her name on his tongue, to taste her


    name, to taste her…but Yvonne’spassion and care made everything about what he had been


    feeling all evening just wane bit by bit. Memories of the past faded from his memory like a nosedive.


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    He didn’t want to risk it this time, he did have the realization that he had hurt her enough, he would take


    it all slow, maybe friendship was the only bond that would bring his lonely heart back to life. He tried to


    forget about Marie and the past, it was hard to shake everything off his mind even now, specially


    knowing what he had done to her, maybe that is why his desperation to see her was worse, to


    apologize to her for what he did.


    But something was clear to him too, like Yvonne, he wanted to focus on only Yvonne this time. Just her,


    only one woman in his life. And they would just begin by friendship. He felt lighter thinking he would


    have her again in his life. He had already made many mess ups like leaving Yvonne and marrying


    Anna. Anna had been nothing like her, their rtionship had nothing but a huge void outside bed, that


    Scott could not fulfill while time remained.


    With theing back of his ex-wife, he did know internally that he had even lost interest in mending


    things with Anna. This time, without reminding him of Marie, he saw Yvonne for what she really had


    been- a gorgeous girl with a heart too kind for the beast that he had be. He had wasted time, a lot


    of time looking and mistaking attraction for love.


    In truth he had been wanting something with an obstinate desire, that he knew he could not have. He


    pushed on the elerator in the frustration.


    Marie would nevere back…


    But she could have been yours if only you had tried to understand her…


    She would have never forgiven you had she been alive…


    The word repeated themselves in his mind over, and over again, he was speeding beyond 120 km/hour


    now.


    All the thoughts of what he had done to her clouded his mind and a surge of guilt took over him again,


    her tear-stained face stood so clear in front of his eyes, almost like it had happened just recently.


    “How could you Scott?” her weak voice broke out in his ears from 10 years back. He still remembered


    how she was crying beyond control…he had never seen her after that, he just could not.


    He elerated even more, the road turned a bit blurry- a small tear ran down his left cheek, he had


    been in pain all these years knowing he was a freaking coward, that he was a beast, that he had killed


    someone and not just anyone, someone he loved more than his life.


    Before he knew it, two bright white shlights of a caring towards him blinded his sight- he realized


    a caring right in his direction in full speed; unknowingly, he had entered a one-wayne.


    The jungle road he had been driving on had been dark and he was too consumed with his own feelings


    to pay attention to any road signs.


    Oue: he crashed into the car and had lied wounded for hours in semi conscience but before he


    lost all consciousness, he picked up his phone to type something…maybe hisst words.