RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension

chapter 11

"You are soon to be my wife and this is what I catch you doing with another man?!" Jack said in a lewd tone, as if he meant to seduce Victoria there and then.

"I am not 'another man' and Victoria is still my wife!" Saint retorted, trying to contain his anger.

Jack's face contorted into a deep frown at the sound of Saint's voice. He stepped closer toward them, staring Saint dead in the eye.

"I have no idea how you survived but let me make it clear to you that Victoria is my 'wife' she will be married to me again in just a few days after she has divorced you!" Jack uttered in anger.

Saint's gaze fell on Victoria at Jack's last words. His eyes seemed to ask if Victoria actually wanted to go on with the divorce but instead of saying anything, she let out a loud sigh and let her eyes drop slowly to the floor.

The hurt that coursed through her at that point prevented her from meeting Saint's gaze and she couldn't walk away from him either.

Saint, sensing the way Victoria felt, placed his fingers under her chin and tried to make her look into his face but instead, she pulled his hand away from her face gently.

"I'm really sorry, Saint. I'm really sorry about everything. I hope that you find the one for you someday, someone that would love you more than the way I have loved you." Victoria let out as tears began to steam down her flushed cheeks.

"No woman can ever love me the way you do, Victoria. You do not have to do this, you don't have to give in to their...."

"My family is not making me do this, Saint. It is my decision!" Victoria cut in abruptly, more tears running down her cheeks.

All the while, Jack Sparrow stood behind them smiling from ear to ear.

"I believe you have heard enough now, Saint. We will be leaving now." Jack said in a mocking tone before he gently pushed Victoria to the side and bridged the distance between himself and Saint.

He led his mouth to Saint's ears and whispered the word: "Stay away from her or you'll be a dead man for real this time."

He withdrew gently from him and basked in the expression of anger on Saint's face. From the look on his face, he could tell that Saint was restraining himself from lashing out on him.

Jack reached for Victoria's hand and surprisingly, she obliged silently to let him take her away from there.

Saint watched in anguish as Victoria walked away from him with the man she had once vowed never to get married to.

He wanted to go after her but quickly accepted his fate that Victoria didn't want him anymore.

"Why does she have to bend so much to her family's puppetry, can't she see that her family is clearly controlling her own life?!" Saint said rather too Loudly to the hearing of the people passing by him.

He curled his fingers into a fist. He wanted to punch them into Jack's face so bad, it would maim him for life. 

Saint knew that Victoria's decision to divorce him did not come from her, rather, it was what the family wanted. She had stood her ground against them all the while they were married, why couldn't she do it for a little more while.

Now that Saint had recovered his memory and reclaimed his clan, his desire to crown her as his queen had been shattered.

The skin on Saint's face turned red the moment he saw Jack circling his hand around Victoria's waist while they continued walking—they had not gotten out of sight yet.

He wanted to launch himself forward and pounce on Jack but the fact that Victoria made no attempt to take his hands off her weakened him and kept him rooted to the spot.

He stood there until Victoria and Jack both disappeared from his sight—that was when his first tear ran down his left cheek.

She was actually going to get married to Jack!

"No, No. I'm not going to let that happen!" Saint intoned outwardly and was about to make a move when he heard his name.

He had to pause and turn around. It was the lady he had run into when he made his way in here.

"Is...is she gone already?" Saint was about to ask who she was talking about but quickly got the hint that she was talking about Victoria.

"Yes she is!" Saint replied with his shoulders drooped    

"Oh!" The lady said simply.

"I'm afraid, I will have to leave too." Saint said to her.

"Hold on, let me help you get the coffee stains out of your shirt, I thought she had...you know, wiped them off already."

Saint knew better than to object, he was too weak to even argue, after the humiliation Victoria had just served him herself. As if the one at the wedding had not been enough, she had followed him down here and when he thought she was about to tell him that she wasn't serous about divorcing him, Jack shows up and ruins everything.

Saint looked down and watched as the lady gently rubbed his shirt with the handkerchief she held in her hand.

He stood still and couldn't wait till she was done. The air in the bar had thickened, making it hard for Saint to breathe.

Saint suddenly felt a surge of energy gush through him which caused him to shiver slightly. He looked down to see that the lady was encircling his chest area with her fingers.

He held her hand firmly in place. "I think that's enough now!" Saint said in a calm manner.

"But...but, I'm not done yet, there's still some more stains on your shirt." She tried to protest but Saint gave her no chance to.

"I'm sorry but I have to leave now!" He let out before he walked out briskly.