The Amazing Marcus Puth

Welcome back, God King!!!

Owen's fury boiled over as he watched the scene unfold before him. How dare they crash his car? This was not what he needed right now. He had been having some business issues lately, and he didn't have the money to fix this car. He had just bought it with the last of his savings, and although his father was rich, he  wouldn't be willing to buy him another one. 

Owen strode over to the SUV, banging on the window with all his might, but he got no reply, which piqued his anger.

"Hey!" he yelled. "Open up!" The window rolled down, and the person inside was revealed. Owen was struck dumb. 

The woman's emerald eyes glinted with amusement. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The woman finally broke the silence, her voice cool and collected. 

"May I help you?" she asked, her voice cold.

"I just wanted to make sure you're alright," he lied, trying to impress the woman. She looked at him, her face still cool and calm. There was no trace of panic, even though she had just crashed a car. 

She stepped out of the car, she glanced at his car and raised an eyebrow.

 "You don't have to pay for compensation," He said, when he noticed her gaze was fixed at his damaged car. "It's not your fault," he said, trying to look generous. He flashed a smile, hoping to win her over.

Amayah ground her teeth in frustration. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Owen was shamelessly flirting with another woman, right in front of her. He had no regard for her, no respect. 

This was not something Marcus would have ever done. Despite being handsome and popular, Marcus had always given her his full attention. She felt like slapping Owen, but she knew that would only make things worse.

The beautiful lady sneered, she took a glance at Owen, her  face twisted in disgust as she looked at Owen. 

"Your ugly face disgusts me," she sneered, her voice sharp and cutting. Owen's face darkened with anger, but she just gave him a sly smile. Then, she turned to Marcus. 

Katherine wrapped her arms around Marcus and whispered, "Welcome back, God King."

 Marcus smiled and said, "Katherine, you're still as reckless as ever." They released each other from their embrace and Katherine chuckled. 

"You can't blame me," she said with a mischievous grin.

Amayah's anger flared as she watched the interaction between her ex-husband and the mysterious woman. She couldn't help but wonder what their relationship was. 

“What the heck is going on between you two,” she asked, her voice piqued with curiosity. Her eyes darted from Marcus to Katherine, but they both remained silent, refusing to answer her question. 

"Hello!" she yelled, her voice shrill with frustration. "I'm asking a question!" When she got no response, she continued speaking.

"Wow, Marcus," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "So you were cheating on me? I should have known." Marcus's eyes blazed with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. 

"Don't," he warned. "Don't even go there." Amayah was unfazed. 

"I was right," she said, her voice cold and hard. "You were cheating on me."

 Marcus roared, "You filed for divorce! You were the one who ended things!" 

Amayah raised her chin defiantly. 

"I might have filed for divorce, but I was expecting you to beg me to stay!” She yelled back.

"You can do better than this, Amayah," Marcus said, his voice laced with anger. "When I asked you if you really wanted a divorce, what did you say? When I asked you if you hated me, what was your answer? Even if you were joking about those things, what about Owen? Was he a joke too?"

 Amayah's eyes darted away from him, her mind racing for a better response. But she knew deep down that there was no justification for her actions. She hated defeat, she was trying to look for a way to attack Marcus.

Katherine shot Amayah a smug smile, feigning concern. 

"Darling, don't stress yourself. We're just friends." Amayah let out a sigh of relief, believing the lie. 

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Amayah asked. Katherine's smile widened. 

"Just one minute," she said, and snapped her fingers. A sleek black car pulled up, the engine purring softly. 

The door opened, and Amayah's eyes widened in surprise. A servant  emerged, carrying several shopping bags. Inside were shoes, clothes, and jewelry. Katherine's smile broadened. 

"I brought all of these for Marcus' wife," she announced. Amayah's eyes widened in disbelief as she approached the servant and touched one of the bags.

 "Oh my gosh," she whispered. "These are real."

"Yes, baby girl," Katherine said in a mockingly sweet voice, but Amayah didn't notice. 

She was too absorbed in the bags and their contents. Her eyes darted from one item to the next, her mind racing with excitement. She couldn't believe the items were real, or how expensive they must be. 

Meanwhile, Marcus watched her, his expression a mixture of irritation and amusement. He shook his head and kept silent, choosing not to engage in her moment of excitement.

"Are all these for me?" Amayah asked, her eyes wide with wonder. Katherine smiled condescendingly. 

"That's the problem," she said.

“What?” Amayah asked.

 “All these belong to Marcus's wife, unfortunately you are no longer  Marcus's wife anymore.”

“What!” Amayah's jaw dropped, and she stared at Katherine in disbelief. "You can't be serious," she said. 

“Do I look like a joker?” 

“Wha….What will happen to all these gifts?” Amayah asked, gaze lingering over the gifts.

"Watch and see," Katherine said with a sly smile. 

She turned and walked to her car, returning with a lighter in her hand. She flicked it on, the flame dancing in her fingers. Amayah watched, a sense of dread rising in her chest. 

"No," she whispered. "You wouldn't." 

Katherine's smile broadened, and she held the lighter to the first bag. Amayah's heart was in her throat. "Stop!" she cried, her voice shaking.

 But it was too late. The bag was already engulfed in flames.