Lawrence.
I was clearly pissed...no, far beyond pissed...at the fact that my mate couldn’t even see how much I was hurting.
It was as though my emotions ant nothing to her. As though everything I felt, every reaction, every struggle...was invisible.
Seeing Theresa with another man...It did sothing to , sothing dark and so uncontrollable. It wasn’t just irritation or jealousy....it was madness. A slow, consuming kind of insanity that crawled under my skin and refused to leave.
I really didn’t mind her talking to others. I wasn’t that unreasonable. She could have conversations, laugh, exchange words....fine but sitting together, just the two of them...Eating, laughing and then leaning closer than necessary.
That wasn’t just casual anymore....that looked like a date. A small, intimate, private mont.
And what hurt the most?
Theresa had never done that with before.
I let out a sharp breath as I sank into my chair, tugging at my tie impatiently, loosening it just enough so I could breathe. My chest felt tight, suffocating, as though sothing heavy was pressing down on it.
Why was this getting to so much?
Why did it feel like I was losing sothing I never even had?
I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to steady myself, trying to push the thoughts away, but they lingered, stubborn and relentless.
And just then, I heard a familiar yet distanct voice. So distant that for a second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on .
But no.
I knew that voice.
Out of all the people it could belong to, only one na surfaced in my mind.
It had to be him.
My body stiffened instantly, every muscle going rigid as realization dawned on .
After all these years...What the hell was he doing here?
A mix of curiosity and unease twisted in my gut. And then another thought struck , one that made my expression darken imdiately.
Theresa.
If he was here...and she was here...that wasn’t a good combination at all. They had never gotten along before, not even close.
And knowing him?
There was a high chance he would push things too far.
Before I could think twice, I was already on my feet, moving quickly toward the door. My steps were fast, urgent, driven by sothing I didn’t want to acknowledge.
I stepped out...and there he was, just as I thought.
"Bernard! What are you doing here?" I asked, my mood shifting instantly, dropping by a hundred degrees. The irritation in my voice was clear, sharp, unfiltered.
He turned to slowly, completely unfazed, as if my reaction ant absolutely nothing to him.
"Is that how you welco your long-lost brother?" Bernard asked, raising his brows slightly, amusent flickering in his eyes.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance, my jaw tightening.
Brother?
That word alone irritated .
He wasn’t my brother.
He was my cousin—my father’s elder brother’s illegitimate son.
A technical connection.
Nothing more.
"Why are you suddenly back, Bernard?" I asked flatly, completely ignoring his earlier remark, my gaze fixed on him with clear distrust.
"What now? Am I forbidden from returning ho?" he shot back casually, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Don’t forget, my father once gave his life to save our pack."
His tone was light, almost joking as he laughed it off, but there was sothing underneath it, sothing sharp and Intentional.
"Enough history, Lawrence," he continued, waving it aside dismissively before his gaze shifted.
To her.
"And you Theresa..." he added, his voice changing slightly, carrying a different kind of weight now.
My body tensed instantly.
"...I can’t believe you’re pretending not to know ," he said, his eyes locking onto hers with unsettling intensity. "Tell , is it because of that little incident of ours?"
My fists clenched at my sides.
I raised my brows in surprise, the reaction coming instinctively as Bernard’s words settled in my mind.
That little incident?
What exactly was he referring to?
It didn’t make any sense.
From everything I knew—everything I had seen—Bernard and Theresa had never gotten along. Not even remotely. They were never close, never friendly, barely even tolerated each other’s presence whenever they were in the sa space.
So how...?
How could there have been an "incident" between them?
My thoughts twisted uneasily, and before I could stop myself, my fists clenched tightly at my sides. A strange ache spread through my chest, sharp and uncomfortable, fueled by the re possibility that there was sothing I didn’t know.
Sothing between them.
Sothing I wasn’t part of.
"Excuse , am I supposed to know you?" Theresa’s voice cut through the tension, calm but edged with confusion.
Her words snapped out of my daze instantly.
For a split second, I just stared at her, and then, unexpectedly, I almost laughed.
Of course.
Of course she would say that.
Bernard, on the other hand, didn’t find it amusing in the slightest. His expression shifted almost imdiately, the brief surprise on his face hardening into sothing darker, sothing less forgiving.
"What do you an by that, Theresa?" he asked, his voice lowering, his brows knitting together. "Are you trying to make fun of ?"
There it was.
That familiar tension.
Even now, nothing had changed between them.
They still clashed, just as they always did.
"Hey, relax!" I stepped in quickly, moving forward before things could escalate any further. Instinctively, I positioned myself slightly in front of Theresa, shielding her from the sharp edge of Bernard’s rising anger. "She doesn’t rember anyone anymore," I added, my tone firm but controlled.
Bernard’s gaze shifted to slowly, his eyes narrowing just slightly as if trying to read between my words.
"Really?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt. "She doesn’t... or she chooses not to?"
He tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into sothing that wasn’t quite a smile.
"Because from the look of things, she clearly rembers she is Theresa."
The statent hung in the air, heavy with implication.
I felt my jaw tighten.
Before I could respond...
"Mr. Lawrence, it seems you have an urgent matter to handle. I will take my leave now."
Theresa’s voice ca suddenly, cutting through the tension in a way that felt almost...out of place.
I blinked.
Her response didn’t match the situation at all.
For a mont, I just stared at her, confused by the sudden shift in her tone, her composure. It was as if she had decided—on her own—to completely remove herself from whatever this was.
And before either of us could react, she moved.
She picked up a file from the desk, grabbed her handbag with a smooth, almost practiced motion, and walked past us without hesitation.
The sound of her heels echoed faintly as she exited the office, and then...Just like that, she was gone.
Silence fell over the room.
A heavy, awkward kind of silence that lingered longer than it should have.
I remained standing there, still trying to process what had just happened, when I felt Bernard’s gaze shift.
Slowly, he turned to look at .
Then, just as slowly, his eyes drifted toward the doorway Theresa had just walked through, as if trying to make sense of her sudden departure.
We both stood there...stunned, watching the space she had left behind.
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