Chapter 15: I Want to Ruin Him


    I’m just another promise you couldn’t keep Iyan…she hadughed in pain, herst words before she


    drew in herst breath in- it jolted Iyan from his sleep, he was still on his way to New York.


    Peace and calm were far from Iyan this night, it was going to be a torturous one he had thought as he


    sat on his private jet and it was no lie. Warren, his secretary had been with him the whole time, he


    asked Warren to get at the back of the ne, Iyan had been in no mood forpany now.


    His eyes were red and puffy from theck of sleep and his mind numb from her thoughts, she had


    never gone away from his mind but it felt today, he had actually absorbed the reality of her death. She


    was indeed gone and she would nevere back. He recalled the night she had died in his arms,


    feeble and weak, barely any energy left to fight at all.


    The night she had told him about Scott…


    His knuckles turned white as he thought of Scott again, he couldn’t wait to be in New York.


    Yvonne woke up to the sun already being out since hours. Someone was ringing the doorbell since a


    long time. Still half-asleep, she got up and reached the door clumsily.


    “Hello dear, Oh my, I must have woken you up,” it was Mrs Irene. She was a frail olddy who lived


    next door to Yvonne. Nothing went unnoticed from her eyes, she was quite a gossip but Yvonne liked


    her anyway, she had a very pleasant personality.


    “No no, that’s alright,” Yvonne smiled at her, her hair was messy and eyes a bit puffy, “Come on in,


    would you like to have tea?”


    “Oh no dear, I just wanted to tell you that I actually have to rush to the pension office but there might be


    a tenanting, just let him know I’ll be back by 3,” she requested.


    “Or you could just call him?”


    “You know how much I hate this new digital world of phones and emails! Why can’t people write letters


    anymore? You know how romantic it used to be back when men dropped anonymous letters, they had


    feelings! These mails and texting you youngsters do is so robotic!” she exaggerated.


    Yvonne made a smallugh out of that, “I’ll keep an eye if anyone’sing,” she reassured Mrs Irene.


    “Thank you dear,” she leaned forward to kiss Yvonne on the cheek, that’s one thing Yvonne really liked


    about her, she was so English, she reminded her about her mother. Yvonne’s mother like Marie, had


    died when she had been 17.


    After Mrs Irene left, Yvonne came back in to realize her small bag and her heels fromst night were


    still lying in the living room. She turned on her coffee pot to boil and meanwhile, cleaned up the mess.


    Finishing that, as she was pouring coffee into her mug, her mind got back to what had really happened


    with Scott.


    Thinking back tost night, it felt like a dream to her. She thought about what had happened and then


    one name came to her mind, Marie… The bitter words came back.


    You are just not what I was looking...


    A stark pain arose in her heart and it stung like a thousand bees had bitten; Scott’s words echoed in


    her ears, she was not even in love with Scott now and yet it stung like hell. She had loved him for far


    too long…but nothing mattered to her now, he did not matter to her anymore, she had fully convinced


    herself of that. But what he had done to her life mattered and she would make sure he realizes what he


    has done.


    The anger, the frustration she had felt, all came back to her at once.


    It was not Anna who had destroyed her marriage like she had earlier thought, it was probably not Scott


    either. The only one responsible for that was Marie…


    How dare you Marie…taking my life away from me...the grip around her coffee mug tightened. She


    was too distracted for coffee now. She let the mug stay by the sink and looker for her phone.


    Even the carpet was a mess, she could not even find it anywhere. She heard it buzzing though, it must


    still have been on vibration mode. It kept buzzing for another minute until she found it under the pillow


    on the couch.


    18 missed calls from Iyan and 1 unread text.


    She was d to see Iyan finally get back to her, she was a bit mad at him though for reaching out to


    her sote. Before calling him, she opened the unread message. It was from Scott.


    I’m sorry for everything…


    Something stopped inside of her when she read that text from him. But, it did not make her feel


    anything, Scott could never be truly sorry for what he had done, she knew him better than anyone- he


    was a maniptive man and he could stoop to any level to get his means straight. His text invoked no


    other emotion than anger. Yes, she was angry, so angry at him. First you y around and when you’re


    done with the game, you say sorry- and his game? Her life! He had been ying with her life and her


    emotions the whole time. He was probably doing the same thing now.


    She exited the messages app and she realized she just could not think clear anymore.


    Without really realizing, she had dialed Iyan’s number and she waited for him to answer.


    “Yvonne…” he said her name as if he had been relieved to see her call.


    “Iyan, you were not here,” she said sadly.


    “Yes, but I’m in New York now, if you had not picked up, I was going toe see you right away,” he


    said.


    She did not answer, after a small pause, she said, “Can youe actually? I might be in need of a


    friend right now.”


    Iyan acknowledged how serious she sounded and replied, “I’ll be there in half an hour and I’m bringing


    food so don’t eat, okay?”


    She could not even say anything but instead just said, “Yes…”


    Iyan hung up and ordered his secretary to get the best Thai food in town, she loved Thai food, he


    recalled back from college days. In reality, he wanted to see her, strangely enough, he had been


    missing her. She was the only girl he had interacted with after Marie and for obvious reasons but


    today, even he needed a friend.


    Around an hourter, Yvonne’s door bell rang again and Iyan stood there in casual clothes, just a tee


    shirt and shorts and shoes. He was also wearing the thin rimmed sses, just like a pair he used to


    wear back in college. He had brought food too. Well what more could a guy to win a girl’s heart?


    “You look…weird,” she noticed, taking the Thai food from his hands and inviting him to sit in the living


    room.


    He grimaced at that, “You know girls would lie t just to see a deity like me descend on earth…but I


    choose to bless your noble home today child!”


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    Yvonne couldn’t hold herughter in as she heard that, she realized it had been a long time since she


    had even stretched her cheeks that fully to smile at all. On the other hand, even Iyan was d to hear


    herugh, he wondered how long it had been since he had seen herugh. Truth was he knew that


    even he was not able to give her as much time as he had previously thought with the whole Scott thing


    going around.


    “Here,” she said handing the bowl of Thai fried noodles to Iyan and ced one in front of her. Both sat


    on the couch.


    “You’re still a clown you know,” Yvonne remarked, smiling to Iyan.


    “Yes I know, God I’m hungry!” he said and they both attacked the noodles.


    After they finished eating, Yvonne started the serious talk- she knew she could not avoid it forever.


    “Scott had invited me on a date yesterday,” she stated nervously to him, “To be honest, I don’t know


    what he wants with me anymore, he did not take me on a fancy dinner or tried to seduce me to get me


    to sleep with him, that’s what Scott does with every woman he has been with. But yesterday, almost


    like I saw something different in him…he said he didn’t want me…”


    Iyan’s lips pressed in a thin as he listened quietly. He did not want to give any hint to Yvonne about the


    extent to which he had been poising his hatred against Scott.


    “I know that you want me to avenge him and all but if he doesn’t even want to be with me, I don’t think


    I’ll be suitable for your n,” she said thinking of who Scott really wanted- that slut Marie…


    “Forget about the n Yvonne, what do you want?” Iyan asked her in a stringent tone. He was not


    ying around like Scott, about anything he said, that was a clear point.


    It took Yvonne by surprise but she knew the answer to that question, thinking of Scott and his hurtful


    words that came to her mind again about wanting to be with someone else, she said,


    “I want to ruin the life of Zachary Scott Anderson. I want to ruin him,” she spit out.


    A satisfying smirk formed on Iyan’s face as he heard the emotion and the hatred in her voice.


    “Then, keep this goal in your mind and go to him Yvonne. If he doesn’te to you, then you will go to


    him,” he continued exining to her, “Men are fools Yvonne, a woman can make a man do whatever


    he wants, women decide the boundaries, not men. You can make him do whatever you want, even fall


    for you again…”


    Yvonne listened to him, but her mind was elsewhere, she wondered if she could wane the effect that


    Marie must have had on him.


    “Do you understand me?” Iyan brought her out of her thoughts.


    “Yes, I’ll try to do as you said,” she said firmly. She did not know exactly how she would do that but all


    she had in mind was that she was not going to let Scott get away with taking her life away from her.


    “Good, I’ll leave now, it’s not a good sign to be around your house if you will remain in contact with


    Scott after this.” Iyan knew Scott had the eyes of a hawk.


    “Hmm,” Yvonne nodded thoughtfully to that and just as he got up to leave, she asked him, slightly


    unsure, “Can I call you if anything goes wrong, I mean, just in case?”


    Iyan put a hand against her cheek in a reassuring way and said with a small smile, “You don’t have to


    ask Yvonne, you never have to ask…”


    Yvonne was not expecting that and so wasn’t Iyan. He quickly took his hand off her cheek and added,


    “I should leave now,” and opened her door.


    Before leaving, he reassured her that he was going to be with her and he’d keep a regr check on


    her.


    “Call me if you need to,” he said before leaving.


    As he sat on his driver’s seat, Iyan’s phone buzzed. It was a new mail on his official email address.


    Only employees in hispany and clients had ess to this mail.


    URGENT


    I need to see you. I have the information you are looking for.


    R.L