At that mont, upon hearing what Cora just said, Jas couldn’t just help but start smiling deep down in his mind.
It wasn’t a loud smile or the kind that showed on the surface, it was that quiet, victorious kind of smile that crept in slowly, because he believed sothing impossible had just turned in your favor.
In his heart, a wave of relief rushed over him like cold water on a burning body. ’So... this is working. It’s really working, he thought. All that crying, all that kneeling and begging it wasn’t in vain after all.’
He had played his cards right. He knew Cora like the back of his hand. She was strong, yes. Tough on the outside. But she was also deeply emotional. The mont she saw him cry really cry he knew her heart would weaken. It always did.
He thought it would be difficult, maybe he would have to even cry more, beg more, or even co by so other ti. He had even prepared more words in his mind words he would throw in if things got too stiff. But from the look of things, it seems that Cora had already forgiven him. Or at least, she was considering it.
This is hard to get her, he said again in his head, reinforcing his belief like a mantra. ’She may say all she wants, but I know her. She can’t bear to see in pain not this kind of pain.’
That was exactly why he had pushed for it. That’s why he cried like a child, held her legs as if his life depended on it because deep down, he believed she would cave. And now, he could see it happening.
The tone in her voice, the hesitation in her breath it all pointed to one thing: forgiveness.
And now it is actually working and it is definitely going to work. It is easier than he first imagined.
He almost chuckled. So this is it? Just like that? He wanted to shake his head and laugh but he held back. He didn’t want to ruin the mont. Instead, he let his pride puff up just a little inside.
At that mont, he then say to himself, "Well, you fought for it and you still fought for it again." He didn’t care how foolish he might have looked he had gotten what he wanted. Or so he thought.
Then raise up his head, thanking Cora that Cora did well. His face looked genuinely grateful. His voice trembled with more emotion. "Thank you, Cora... Thank you for seeing that I’m very, very much sorry."
But before he could even repeat his words, or before he could even finish his words, Cora landed a hefty slap on his face, which actually shifted his neck to the left.
"Slap!!"
And before he could even understand what happened, Cora landed another slap onto his right cheek, which actually shifted his face to the right.
"Slap!!"
At that mont, Cora’s face was filled with fire. Her eyes didn’t just glare they stabbed. Without giving Jas another second to breathe in his misplaced relief, she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade.
"I warned you, Jas!" she shouted, her tone sharp and unwavering. "I told you not to touch again. And yet, here you are, with your filthy hands on , acting like you still own a right!"
However Jas was frozen. The sting of the earlier slap still burned on both cheeks, but now it wasn’t the physical pain shaking him it was her words.
Then Cora stepped closer, standing tall, looking him directly in the eyes with such contempt it made his gut twist. "Who do you think you are, Jas? Huh?" she hissed. "You think your tears, your stupid begging, would change anything? That I’m the sa girl you used to play around with? That I’m still the Cora who stayed in door while i allowed you walked around like a king?"
At that mont Jas opened his mouth, maybe to plead, maybe to apologize again, but Cora didn’t even give him the chance.
"You think I’ll fall into that trap again?" she spat. "That little act of yours might have worked before, because I allowed it, but now? You’re nothing but a bad mory I have buried . And this right here." she pointed at her own face, then at him, "is your final warning. Next ti you stalk , touch , or even breathe near , it won’t just be slaps you get. I promise you, I will make you regret it in a way you’ll never forget."
Then, with nothing else to say, Cora spun around, her heels clicking with authority. She walked straight to her car without looking back. The driver, sensing her fury, didn’t dare speak. He simply opened the door. She slid in, slamd it shut, and the car pulled away with speed, leaving Jas alone.
Jas stood there, unable to move. His breath ca in short, disjointed bursts. His face burned not just from the slaps but from sha. From humiliation, from the realization.
He couldn’t believe what just happened. A few minutes ago, he was certain he had her. That Cora was his again. That she would lt like she always did. But instead... he was wrong. So very wrong.
This wasn’t the sa Cora he used to mock. This Cora had changed.
And then it hit him like a brick wall.
Everything, the rumors, the online posts, the conversations he overheard everything started making sense now.
’So it’s true? Cora... destroyed Samuel? Cora... is the Director? Cora... is the owner of MK Entertainnt?’
His legs gave a little. He sat on the pavent slowly, his mind spiraling.
How did he never know this? How did he not even sense it?
He had lived beside her, eaten with her, slept beside her, and yet, he knew absolutely nothing.
What else was she hiding? What more had she buried behind that calm face?
What was her real na? what family does she co from?
Deep in thought then suddenly Jas heard a voice from behind him.
"It seems you’re having a tough ti"
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