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02. A Backstabbing Lover
Author: Kayysemiu023
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The loud bang at the door startled the couple on the bed. The man quickly hid his bare body underneath the blanket, and the women, behind her partner.

"Who the hell are you? And how dare you barge into m bedroom without any form of curtsey?" He demanded in an angry tone.

“You promised to wait for me. You said you would wait for fifteen years, and yet you do this… and in such a little time too.” Van clenched his fists so tightly that his nails tore through the skin of his palm. He felt his blood boil and his nerves were consumed with rage.

“Van?” Bianca exclaimed in disbelief. He looked nothing like the Van that was arrested five years ago. He was much smaller, and paler.“You’re back? How?!”

Van's lips curled upward into a bitter smile as he recognized the man that was in bed with his wife. "Really Bianca? You're with this a*shole? After what he did to you?"

Moses seemed to regain his composure when he realized that it was Van and not some intruder that had broken in. He sat up straight and with a mocking smile on his face , he said. "Oh would you look at that? It's the ex convict.

What, are you surprised to see your fiancee in bed with me?

Look around you loser, I'm rich, powerful, and what's more, I'm handsome. Any woman in her right mind would fall for me."

Acting like Moses wasn't even existing, Van kept his eyes locked on Bianca. "You know what the funny thing is? The second I got out of prison, I came running to you because I wanted to give you my all.

On the way, I kept thinking about the best ways I could make you happy. The things I could do for you. And with what I just achieved, it was finally possible.

But what do I find? The woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with sleeping with the very same b*stard who tried to hurt you those years ago!

Fine. Let's say you lied to me about waiting, how could you be so shameless enough to be with him?"

Bianca rose up from the bed and put on a robe to cover her body. She eyed Van with a look of disgust, like he was a dirty beggar or something from the sewers. "You're quiet delirious Van. You wanted to give me your all? Please don't make me laugh.

What on earth does a lowlife like you have to offer me?

You're so worthless that I'm sure you could never afford just one piece of accessory Moses owns. In just a day, Moses spends more than a hundred thousand on me, but could you ever do that?"

After she had finished her ranting, she sat next to Moses on the bed and crossed her legs. "If I ever settled down with someone like you, that means I'd be spending the rest of my life suffering. With Moses by my side, I'm going to live a peaceful and luxurious life, something that a beggar like you can never offer me." She paused and took out a cigarette from the bedstand. She lit it up and took a long puff before going on with her story. "So, Mr Everest, you can go to hell for al I care."

"Did you hear that Mr Everest? She said to go to hell, and I second that." Moses said, laughing hysterically. "Listen up buddy, I don't care about the history you two might have had. I think she said you dated for four years? Well we've beat your record.

Didn't you ever wonder how I got into your apartment all those years ago?"

Van's eyes widened in shock as he realized what Moses was trying to say. That night, he didn't even bother to think of the possibility that Bianca might have willingly let Moses in. And that he wasn't trying to take advantage of her, rather they were having a nice time together.

The anger he felt rose to the brim and Van couldn't stop himself from reacting. He landed a hard slap on Moses's face.

"Are you crazy?!" Moses yelled, caressing his cheek.

In response, Van slapped him a second time, this time harder than the first.

"Do you want me to send you back to prison?! It seems like you haven't learnt your–" his threat was interrupted by another hit from Van. This time he punch him right on his face, and Moses's broke his nose from the impact.

Bianca, who was startled by Van's reaction rushed to Moses and held his arm. "Are you alright?"

Seeing her care for him left Van with a bitter feeling in his heart. In that moment, he realized that the woman he had been dreaming of spending the rest of his life with was nothing more than a gold digger.

He gritted his teeth, and said. "Get the hell out! Both of you!"

Rising up to her feet, Bianca scowled at him. "In your dreams Van. What were you thinking? That you could get away with almost killing Moses with just your sentence? Of course not! Compensation had to be paid.

But since I'm so generous, I will be willing to sell the house back to you at just half the price I bought it. I mean, it's not like I'll be living here for much longer anyway."

She took a moment to let her words sink into Van's mind before she went on. "After all, it's only normal for a bride to move into her husband's home after the wedding.

So what do you say? Wanna buy it back? Though I highly doubt you can afford it at even half the price."

In an icy tone, Van replied. "Why the hell would I want to live in a place that a dog like you already stayed?"

“How dare you…” Bianca raised her hand to hit Van but he stopped her easily. He pushed her back and she almost tripped but was caught by Moses.

He stood up straight, staring Van in the eyes, but fear kept him from moving any further. His red cheeks and broken nose reminded him of what Van could do when he was angry, and he didn't want to get beaten up for nothing.

“What about my mother?” Van demanded angrily.

“Your mother? Now why the hell should I care about that old hag? Last I heard, she lives in an old house somewhere in the ghetto." The mockery in Bianca's voice could be heard by even a deaf person.

"I remember how much she begged me when I threw out her stuff, she kept on whining about how she had nowhere else to go. Pathetic woman, well I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree."

Van couldn't stand the way she talked about his mother, but he knew that if he did anything stupid, the Wilson family would definitely made sure he went back to prison, and that was probably what they were playing at.

"Just so you know, Moses and I will be having our wedding at the Zion hotel. I'm officially inviting you, and not to worry, I know you're dirt poor so I'm not expecting any wedding gift from you.

Just consider it as an opportunity for you and your pathetic mother to eat expensive food for the first time in your miserable lives."

Moses laughed like an idiot when she said that and Bianca joined in too.

With an icy look in his eyes, Van said, "You're going to regret this." He turned and walked out of the house without sparing either of them a second glance.

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