“Bang.”
Avita's eyes turned red with rage as she heard the door close.
'I gave you a chance, but you blew it. You've always been too laid-back for a man as if you believe I'll die if I don't have you. If you and your family want it your way, then get it.'
'I'm not going to be the same person anymore. For a cousin, you smack and yell at me today. What about the next day? Do you think I'll stand there and be abused and killed by the bunch of you?'
Avita felt contrived. She'd never been smacked before, let alone by a man. Despite the fact that she did not grow up nicely, it has been far too long since she was beaten.
Those long-forgotten memories she didn't want to revisit began to resurface in her mind.
'Umphhh, I almost forgot about the primary task!' she laughed as she took out her phone.
Avita just dialed a series of numbers and said, "Green light!" as soon as the phone was answered, before hanging up.
Avita no longer desired to remain at the apartment. So, she put her clothes, toiletries, phone, and laptop into her suitcase and left the flat without leaving Patrick a single note.
"Umphhh, if you really want to stay with your cousin, stay with her. Find me if you have the connections!"
Was she insane to leave her flat so late? Maybe, but she wasn't the type to act rashly.
Avita dragged her suitcase and walked a long way out from the condominium to the bus station.
As she sat there contemplating what to do next, her eyes lit up as she remembered someone.
She retrieved her phone from her bag and dialed Lucilla's number without any hesitation.
Lucilla, on the other hand, did not respond, which frightened her.
All of her friends were not in town, and she didn't have enough money to stay in a motel or a hotel for long. She wasn't going to blow her budget like that. She also refused to sleep outside.
She'd resolved to teach Patrick a lesson he'd never forget, and she wasn't backing down. And since Lucilla wasn't answering the phone, she thought of someone else and dialed her number without hesitation.
LARSON MANSION
Felicia was smiling as she applied skin care to her face. She was humming a tune while sneaking a glance at her husband, who was lying on the bed with a serious expression on his face, reading a newspaper.
'He's mine! Oh no, that hussy thinks she can take him! She's joking! I didn't get to this point by being a saint!'
Felicia was willing to go to any length for her husband, even if it meant damning her own kin.
Her phone started ringing just as she was thinking about this. She calmed herself down and looked at her phone impatiently.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she picked up the phone to answer, "Hello, Avita!" excitement in her voice.
[Aunt.. I ….]
Miguel raised his head from his newspaper and glanced at his wife with interest. He did not respond to her call and instead left her alone.
Listening to her on the phone, he could tell that drama was on the way, and he couldn't wait.
Felicia was furious as she changed her clothing after removing her robe. Her husband was no longer in the master bedroom, but it didn't matter.
Her head was flooded with the sound of Avita crying, and she was in a state of confusion.
She rode the elevator down and was not surprised to see her spouse waiting for her.
"Where are you going?" he asked as he glanced at her.
"You remember Lucilla's friend," Felicia replied, sighing. "The one she just made!"
Miguel appeared to be thinking for a time before responding, "Is she the one she sent to the hospital back then?"
Felicia's eyes widened, and she replied, "Yes, that's her. Apparently, she just had a fight with her boyfriend and she doesn't have a place to stay," she said, her voice pleading.
"Does she not have any friends? Why is she calling you?" he wondered.
"She tried calling Lucilla, but it appears that she is not available, leaving her stranded!"
Miguel remained silent and simply nodded his head to indicate that he understood.
When she noticed Miguel was not responding, she decided to make a move before it was too late, "I should go now. I'll be right back."
"Sure, I'll wait for you!" he said with a smile on his face.
Felicia blushed and dashed out of the mansion, her heart beating.
'He is quite charming. It's no surprise that the girls are still after him!'
Felicia, being affluent and amazing, would never go out on his own, so even now, when she went out, she always took some men with her.
After marrying Miguel, she was targeted multiple times and learned her lesson. It was dangerous to go to any place without protection.
She didn't forget to contact Avita and tell her she was on her way.
****
"Oh, I didn't expect you to come to my house like this. Is there trouble in paradise?" a gleeful voice inquired of a worried man who was chugging a beer down his throat.
Patrick gazed at his friend, the first person who sprang to mind after leaving the complex, and for a split second, the desire to hit the other overcame him.
"Are you trying to hit a man when he is down?" Patrick reacted vehemently.
"Do you think this will make me cower? What exactly happened?" Wilson Alberts, Patrick's friend, inquired.
Patrick sighed as he recalled how this disaster began and told Wilson everything.
Wilson was perplexed by Patrick and didn't know what to say.
"Man, you are truly........ I understand that your family is very important to you, but Avita is more of a wife to you than a girlfriend at this time. You can't just tell her that another female was going to come and stay in her house without first informing her," Wilson said.
Patrick was aware of this, but was it his fault? He was merely trying to make sense to her, and things got out of hand.
"I know it's not how it's done, but it's already done this way. My mother did not allow me to disagree or speak."
"Even if that's the case, you shouldn't have hit Avita. She's a good girl, and you already know how good she is. You will never meet another woman who loves you as much as she does."
"That's why I apologized, but she didn't even give me the opportunity. What was I supposed to do then?"
Wilson glanced at his stubborn friend and immediately felt sorry for him, thinking, 'Perhaps if he suffers a little, he will be enlightened.'