The Revenge Of Julius Sabbath

Chapter Three: The Change of Fate

Shamelessly, Julius placed the pack of condoms on the floor as they wanted and closed the door behind him as he left the room.

There was nothing he could do. He was the guy with the cute face but no strong arm like Alexander Reed. Moreover, everybody knew Alexander Reed to be the spoiled brat on campus. He easily got any lady he wanted because of his riches and also because of his broad chest and muscled arm.

Even if Julius had not thought about how influential Alexander’s family was and had not blindly raised his arm into a punch on his face, he knew it was certain for him to be beaten into a pulp by Alexander while Olivia would mock him even further.

“Olivia, why?” Julius unconsciously said her name again, letting out a heavy sigh as he continued to walk through the hotel grand corridor. After that, he began to reflect on how Olivia had treated him like trash. Thus, he muttered, “How can she do this to me?”

Being broken like a jar that fell from a skyscraper was an understatement for how Julius felt right now. And again and again, he continued to look back towards the room door. Perhaps some miracle might happen, and Olivia could call it a prank.

However, if that happened, it was a lie. At this moment, Julius began to hear some loud moans and groans from the same room 306 he just left, which spoke volumes to him immediately.

Instantly, he crumbled into an even greater heartbreak than before. The thought that someone was currently f**king his girlfriend catapulted him into a larger despair, and he did not know when a drop of tears fell from his eyes like an itchy eye affected by bacteria. 

He looked back at once for the second time and the third time, staring at the hotel room door for a moment, like a shattered masterpiece left abandoned in a dim gallery of broken dreams.

Getting into the elevator was like entering the sanctuary of their memories together as he remembered all the sacrifices he had made for her.

The day he had to risk it all and challenge a bully and his pack who were harassing her publicly, but they instead beat him to a pulp like a ragdoll caught in the merciless hands of fate.

The day he had to give her all his wages just so that she could eat because her pocket money was stolen, and now this? “Is this how Olivia chose to pay me back?” he suddenly exclaimed again.

And as if nature were also against him, the sky, previously adorned with dark clouds, began to pour out the heavy rain like a relentless downpour of sympathy, adding to his already troubled state. Yet, it did not mean Julius was ready to wait behind in that environment where the love of his life was being happily f**ked like a hooker. 

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“Hmmm” he let out a heavy deep sigh as he stepped into the rain, walking towards his bicycle parked outside of the hotel like a defeated warrior who had failed woefully in battle. As the rain continued to pour, he climbed on his bicycle and began to apply pressure to the pedal as the bicycle started to move forward.

Reaching his one-room apartment, he was soaked to the bone. Without changing his clothes, he fell flat on his meager mattress and stared up at the leaking roof, which then ushered him into the aisle of another of the memories he shared with Olivia.

“I deprived myself of using my money for better things because I wanted to satisfy every one of her needs, and now what?” He muttered lowly beneath his breath as he took another deep sigh, as if a mountain were upon his chest, and all he wanted was to find peace.

As he muttered, his eyes gently peered at the walls of his room. How its paint was peeling and faded. He also peered at his floor and saw how it was marked with worn-out spots that carried the weight of his financial constraints, and he expressed a deep sigh once again.

“I have lived for her, and she betrayed me just like this?” he said again as he rose to sit on his poor mattress, which was vividly torn largely at the center. He then brought out the fake Rolex wristwatch he had bought from the low-budget store and stared at it for a while, as if he were examining it like an experienced wristwatch reviewer.

Not knowing fully well what to do with it, he kept it back in his pocket and only concluded about returning it to the low-budget store the following morning. 

“At least I won’t have to worry about completing the payment for this wristwatch anymore,” Julius remarked, his voice filled with a little bit of hope that comforted him in the midst of his shattered heart.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed from his pocket like a restless hummingbird seeking attention. Julius, being the type of man who does not receive many calls from people except from his boss and Olivia, wondered who the caller could be.

“It can’t be Olivia, can it?"

“Or is it my boss calling, asking me to deliver more orders in this heavy rain?”

He ignored the call, but the phone ring persisted like an insistent drumbeat, refusing to fade into the background, and he angrily pulled the phone out of his pocket.

“Wait!” he sounded. 

“It's an unknown number,” Julius mused at once as he stared at his phone screen.

The number was strange to him like a man seeing an unknown face smiling at him, and, at the same time, the number was familiar to him, like old friends meeting again after centuries of being apart.

If he guessed right, his instinct was already telling him who the caller was. But he couldn't be too sure. It had been ages since they last spoke or wrote to each other.

As he finally picked up the call, “My son, your poverty training is over. Now, you can claim your rightful place as the only heir to our great family. Go to the right place and claim all your assets, which I have transferred to you. I trust you, son; you will make me proud,” a deep, gruff voice said immediately.