Why did Debra Lie to me about such an important thing?
Carlos speculated that Debra’s motives were rooted in greed. “I believe
Debra must have been driven by a desire for personal gain. She likely knew about your true identity and was unwilling to relinquish the chance to alter her life easily. Thus, she resorted to deceiving you.”
In the heat of the moment, I unleashed a barrage of scathing words and insults at Debra. However, as I gradually regained my composure, a nagging feeling of unease began to gnaw at me, suggesting that something might not be quite right. Debra’s reaction to my outburst further fueled my doubts and suspicions. Recalling Debra’s profound sadness just now, I questioned whether her sorrow stemmed solely from the exposure of her deceit.
“Caleb, it might be best for you to stop dwelling on it.” Noticing the depths of my despair, Carlos reached out and pulled me up.
Angela’s Library
“Come on, let’s go. I’ll take you to the bar to unwind and find some solace.”
As we entered the bar, a vibrant atmosphere enveloped us. The kaleidoscope of colorful lights illuminated the scene, while an array of enticing wines awaited our selection. Beautiful women moved gracefully on the dance floor, creating a stark contrast to the world outside-a realm distinct and separate from the ordinary.
Despite the lively ambiance surrounding me, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I remained disconnected from it all.
Usually, when I found myself in a gloomy state of mind, visiting the bar provided a welcome respite and relaxation. However, on this particular occasion, the usual remedy seemed ineffective, failing to alleviate the weight of my emotions. No matter how hard I tried to escape the distressing thoughts, closing my eyes only intensified the vivid image of Debra’s tear-streaked face in my mind. Each tear seemed to carry an accusing weight, reminding me of the pain I had caused her.
Feeling increasingly agitated, I impatiently loosened the collar of my shirt, seeking relief from the growing unease. With mounting frustration, I resorted to consuming glass after glass of alcohol in an attempt to numb my troubled thoughts.
At that moment, a striking she-wolf approached, her allure evident in her gaze and voice. “Handsome, care to have some fun?”
Casting a deliberate glance in my direction, Carlos chimed in, “Oh, come on. This handsome fellow here just experienced a heartbreak.”
The beauty’s eyes sparkled with intrigue and interest as they fell upon me.
“Could someone as handsome as you be hurt in Love?” She picked up a glass and settled herself next to me, drawing closer.
“Which girl is foolish enough not to appreciate you
I turned to her, my gaze distant and lost, as if seeing Debra’s face in a trance-like state.
“Don’t confine yourself to just one girl. Only when you free yourself from a relationship can you explore new possibilities. Join me for a drink, and let’s unwind together.” The beauty leaned in closely, almost clinging to me. However, her overpowering smell of perfume overwhelmed my senses, creating discomfort that Lingered within me.
No, she wasn’t Debra.
Debra’s scent was distinctly different from what I was experiencing at that moment.
I shook my head, a gesture that helped me regain some clarity and sobriety amidst the swirling emotions
“No, thank you. I was just leaving,” I refused politely and stood up to pay the bill.
Suddenly, without warning, someone approached me and delivered a forceful punch, catching me off guard with its intensity.
Deserve Debra
Caleb’s POV:
Caught completely off guard by the suddenness of her punch, I stumbled backward, taking a few steps to regain my balance.
