99 Roses for Her, One Procedure for Me - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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The raspiness of his voice took us both by surprise the moment he spoke - me, and apparently even himself.
"Done plenty of questionable things lately. Which particular transgression are we discussing?" he asked with forced casualness.
I answered with nothing but a yawn, which somehow made Samuel visibly squirm.
"Who'd you visit last night?"
His interrogative tone set my teeth on edge. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I kept my response ice-cold.
"Not your concern."
As I turned toward the bedroom, Samuel's voice stopped me dead.
"Final warning, Natalie. Keep your friend away from Emily. My patience isn't infinite."
The penny dropped immediately.
Sarah had business dealings with Samuel's company. Recently, to avenge me, she'd publicly dressed down Emily - whose incompetence was legendary - reducing her to tears until the girl ran into traffic outside their offices.
My response came without hesitation:
"What do you expect? The mistress always plays the villain."
Watching Samuel's face darken was almost satisfying. I continued:
"Your patience? Mine's run out too. This house? Your pre-marital gift to me."
I checked my watch with theatrical precision.
"Locksmith comes at 3. Be gone by then."
The bedroom door slammed behind me with finality. When I emerged later for water, only the echo of Samuel's angry departure remained.
Next morning brought Sarah's excited announcement about our long-awaited college reunion the following Saturday.
Initially reluctant, Sarah's assurance of Samuel's certain absence convinced me. The universe, it seemed, had other plans.
Walking into that banquet hall felt like stepping into some cosmic joke - there stood Samuel with Emily draped on his arm, schmoozing with our old professors.
Our storybook college romance, culminating in that fairytale graduation wedding everyone remembered? He was rewriting the ending publicly, with Emily as his leading lady.
She kept shooting me these smug,挑衅 looks. Former classmates materialized with faux sympathy:
"Who'd have thought Samuel would do this to you? That boy was obsessed back in college - had every girl on campus green with envy."
"Gave him your best years, and this is the thanks you get?"
Their "comfort" was still buzzing when Matthew - perpetually late, perpetually gorgeous Matthew - finally arrived.
The former campus god wrapped an arm around me with easy familiarity, murmuring apologies about traffic. Our shared smile sparked immediate whispers.
"Wait - are you two... together now?" someone called out loudly enough for the whole room to hear.
We exchanged a glance, then simultaneously looked down with matching sheepish smiles - a perfect pantomime that answered everything without words.
"Done plenty of questionable things lately. Which particular transgression are we discussing?" he asked with forced casualness.
I answered with nothing but a yawn, which somehow made Samuel visibly squirm.
"Who'd you visit last night?"
His interrogative tone set my teeth on edge. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I kept my response ice-cold.
"Not your concern."
As I turned toward the bedroom, Samuel's voice stopped me dead.
"Final warning, Natalie. Keep your friend away from Emily. My patience isn't infinite."
The penny dropped immediately.
Sarah had business dealings with Samuel's company. Recently, to avenge me, she'd publicly dressed down Emily - whose incompetence was legendary - reducing her to tears until the girl ran into traffic outside their offices.
My response came without hesitation:
"What do you expect? The mistress always plays the villain."
Watching Samuel's face darken was almost satisfying. I continued:
"Your patience? Mine's run out too. This house? Your pre-marital gift to me."
I checked my watch with theatrical precision.
"Locksmith comes at 3. Be gone by then."
The bedroom door slammed behind me with finality. When I emerged later for water, only the echo of Samuel's angry departure remained.
Next morning brought Sarah's excited announcement about our long-awaited college reunion the following Saturday.
Initially reluctant, Sarah's assurance of Samuel's certain absence convinced me. The universe, it seemed, had other plans.
Walking into that banquet hall felt like stepping into some cosmic joke - there stood Samuel with Emily draped on his arm, schmoozing with our old professors.
Our storybook college romance, culminating in that fairytale graduation wedding everyone remembered? He was rewriting the ending publicly, with Emily as his leading lady.
She kept shooting me these smug,挑衅 looks. Former classmates materialized with faux sympathy:
"Who'd have thought Samuel would do this to you? That boy was obsessed back in college - had every girl on campus green with envy."
"Gave him your best years, and this is the thanks you get?"
Their "comfort" was still buzzing when Matthew - perpetually late, perpetually gorgeous Matthew - finally arrived.
The former campus god wrapped an arm around me with easy familiarity, murmuring apologies about traffic. Our shared smile sparked immediate whispers.
"Wait - are you two... together now?" someone called out loudly enough for the whole room to hear.
We exchanged a glance, then simultaneously looked down with matching sheepish smiles - a perfect pantomime that answered everything without words.
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