The Return of Don Denver

CHAPTER 02

BAM~!

It was a super-solid punch. Denver’s head twisted more than ninety degrees.

“And who did you call a clown?” Stephen snorted, cracking his knuckles. “Know your place, big guy. You’re not someone who even deserves to be around a beauty like her. Just being big isn’t enough. You need class, too.”

He was experienced enough in boxing, so even though Denver had a bigger build than him, he was confident in winning this fight.

Denver turned his head back toward them when Diane put her hand on Stephen’s shoulder.

Denver looked angrily and disappointedly at the woman who did something unimaginable to him.

“Let me show you what real class looks like!” Stephen began to shuffle his feet like a boxer and got into his hunting stance.

As Denver took a step forward, Stephen swiveled and crafted a powerful back kick, which he thought would secure him a sure victory because back kicks were so powerful.

However, Denver caught Stephen’s left foot that was thrusting toward him and almost instantly twisted it with such force that Stephen’s whole body twisted and spun once before he pathetically crashed on the floor.

Stephen cringed in pain because his ankle hurt. He was very good at implementing his back kick, but it was countered so easily, which caused him to lose a big chunk of his confidence.

“Stephen!” Diane stooped down and checked his condition. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

Denver, on the other hand, seemed surprised with himself that he was able to react the way he did. He didn’t remember having such fighting skill. Did Stephen’s punch set his muscle memory straight?

Seeing her precious Stephen in pain, Diane glared up at Denver, further slicing his heart with her needle-like gaze. “How could you do this to him?”

“Diane, do you even realize what you’re saying now? What am I to you?” Denver felt like crying from the swelling pain in his chest, but he controlled himself.

He was bleeding from the corner of his lip, but she didn’t show any concern about his well being; however, she was visibly worried about Stephen’s sprained ankle.

“And who the hell is he? Is he more important to you than me—your fiance?” Denver’s voice cracked in his throat.

“You…” Stephen bore the pain and glared at Denver as he got up. He could still fight if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to take that risk now. “You’re going to pay dearly for this. Do you even know who I am? I’m the great—”

Denver angrily stepped toward Stephen.

Stephen didn’t have the confidence in fighting Denver anymore, so he kept stepping backward. “W-Wait…”

Denver walked past Diane, keeping his focus solely on Stephen.

“I don’t care who you are. You ruined my marriage,” the sound of his fist tightening was loud enough to send a shiver down Stephen’s spine. “I won’t be satisfied even if I break all the bones in your body. Don’t think you’ll leave this house without paying for messing with my woman!”

BAM~~!!

Just then, Denver felt a sharp, stinging pain in the back of his head. He slowly turned back, only to see Diane standing there, holding a broken table lamp.

It turned out that she had viciously smashed it on him.

The table lamp was custom-made by a designer and was far more expensive than what he could afford, but he still bought it for her because she liked it and told him that all the people who come into their house would be awed by seeing this table lamp first.

Now, as Denver felt blood leaking on the back of his head, he felt his breath turning heavy.

“D-Diane…” Even though he had seen it with his own eyes, he still couldn’t believe she would hit him like that. He just didn’t know what to say. His heart hurt just as much as his head did if not more.

The fact that she was still holding the table lamp raised wasn’t bad enough, what hurt Denver even more was that he did not see the Diane he knew before. There was no warmth or care in her face now.

Denver’s eyes teared up once again as his heart shook and felt squeezed from every angle. He was hoping to spend the rest of his life with this woman, but now, she cracked his skull and broke his heart to boot.

“Diane… put that thing down…” Denver’s voice grew thicker, his eyes a placard of many emotions.

Diane, meanwhile, muttered under her breath. “Why is he still standing?” The sound of the lamp breaking made her think that he would definitely faint, but he was still very much awake.

Denver took a step toward her and raised his hand to grab the lamp.

“L-Leave my house, Denver!” Diane blurted and waved the lamp once again.

Denver’s hand froze in midair. The broken lamp pierced his arm and made him bleed, but he stood there like a statue.  “Your… house?”

“Y-Yeah. Leave right now, or I’ll call the police for trespassing my property,” Diane barked.

Denver’s face was filled with such pain his nose twitched.

Trespassing? In his own house?

He saved the money so they could buy this house. Now, she was telling him to get out of his own house.

“Diane… didn’t you say you love me?” Denver’s heart swelled with pain. “You said I was the best thing that happened in your life.”

“Huh, you wish,” Diane raised her voice some more, bringing out all the frustration she had been keeping down in the depths of her heart. “My dad’s the one who arranged the engagement without knowing my true intentions.”

“True intentions?”

“You can’t give me what I want,” Diane coldly blurted. “That’s a fact. You somehow managed to buy this house, but I’m sure you took loans here and there to buy this building.”

“I bought this house FOR BOTH OF US, Diane,” the veins in Denver’s throat stretched thin.

“So what? Just buying this one house already drained you. I want a nice car AND luxury clothes and many more. Can you buy me those? Do you have any penny left in your pockets?”

Her words cut through Denver’s heart, but she wasn’t done just yet.

“I hate living a poor life, and Stephen is someone who will make me experience that richness which you never could, nor you ever can,” she spoke confidently.  “ I don’t need someone like you in my life. Just fucking leave… while I’m being nice!” she pointed her finger toward the main door.

“If I leave now, it is over between us,” Denver said in a pain-filled, angry voice. “I will never look back again.”

“You don’t have to look back, because your life has always made you look back!” she gave him the stink eye. “I’m tired of standing in queues and buying products on sale with you. If I’m with you, a mediocre man, I’d get the mediocre disease as well. I’m calling our engagement off.”

Denver’s eyes broadened.

Diane dropped the table lamp, then removed her pre-engagement ring and threw it in Denver’s face.