Chapter 64
Please give me another chance
Carter’s POV
I wasn’t sure if she got the flowers or not. Even if she did, who’s to say she didn’t just toss them in a bin somewhere or crush them under her feet?
Dammit, if I was going to do this I needed to see if it was working. At least I would know if I should change strategy.
I remained in my car, watching as she walked into her office. I waited for her to be done before grabbing the gift. Veronica was a fan of Jewelry. While I wasn’t sure if she would like this, I made sure to shop for her favourite jewellery store.
The owner, of course, wasn’t pleased to see me. She had that usual scowl on her face the few times I came to pick Veronica up.
I couldn’t say anything since I wasn’t sure if Veronica told her about me or she was just disgusted by the news she saw on TV. I was disgusted at myself too and if I could turn back the hands of time, I would.
Shaking off the thought, I stealthily walked to her car and fixed it in her windshield. This time, I was going to wait in my car and see her reaction. No matter how long it takes.
I got back to my car and I relaxed in my seat. I was painfully aware that it was pri
to take hours. Thankfully, I packed some food with me. I was sitting comfortably in the backseat, watching her car when my phone rang.
“What’s up, man?” I answered.
Tm cool bro, where are you at?” He asked.
I couldn’t tell him I was stalking my ex–wife, could I?
“Somewhere. If you’re looking to see me, come tomorrow,” I said.
“Damn! You’re not even at the office? I could stop by.” he pressed on.
“No. man. Is there a problem?” I asked. He sounded a little desperate which was why I felt the need to ask him about it.
“Not really. I just wanted to talk to you about something important,” he said and a frown immediately settled on my face. I had a feeling I already knew what he wanted to talk about.
“Is this about Meghan?” I asked. His silence confirmed it. “Forget it, man. I don’t want anything to do with her anymore.”
“Come on, man. She is carrying your child…”
“I don’t fucking care!” I snapped. “Alright? You of all people should know that she is the devil’s mistress!”
“Carter, please calm down. I know she acted impulsively and…”
“Impulsively? I went to freaking jail, man! She framed me and told the world I was an abuser! And you want me to take her back? I don’t care if she is carrying the Messiah but I don’t want her in my life! I might have fallen into her clutches once but I swear to god that will never happen. again!” I bellowed.
“I know you are angry, Carter. Frankly, I am too but I really wished you. would put the anger aside and listen to her. She is really sorry,” he pleaded.
What is wrong with this guy? I slept in jail for days for something I didn’t do and I wouldn’t even be able to get out if it weren’t for Veronica and
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he’s standing there, telling me to take Meghan back?
“Bro, if you want her, then you can have her. I don’t really care but stop trying to defend her like she’s your sister or something. I’m sick of it,” I hissed and hung up.
My entire mood was ruined already.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and exhaled heavily. I had no business. letting that conversation get to me, but it did.
Meghan
Even hearing her name made my blood boil. She had ruined everything, yet people like Ryan, still thought I should be the bigger person and forgive her. No one understood how much I had lost because of her lies. Myrriage, my reputation, and the respect of people who once admired
one. And now she had the audacity to say she was sorry?
med my fist against the steering wheel, releasing a guttural sigh.
No. I couldn’t let her ruin this moment. I was here for Veronica. She was the only person who mattered right now, the one person who saw through everything and believed me when no one else did. She was my anchor, and I had let her slip away because of my own stupidity.
Never again.
After what seemed like forever, I glanced at my watch. Nearly three hours had passed. She should be coming out any minute now.
I spotted her from a distance, walking toward her car with exhaustion. written all over her face.. She looked as stunning as ever, even in her plain work clothes. Her hair caught the sunlight, glinting like a halo. She was beautiful.
My heart thudded painfully in my chest as she approached her car. This
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was it.
She paused when she saw the small velvet box tucked under the windshield wiper. My breath hitched as I watched her expression shift. Surprise. Hesitation. Curiosity.
She glanced around, her eyes scanning the parking lot. I slouched lower in my seat, my pulse racing.
Veronica carefully plucked the box from the windshield and opened it. She stared at it, and I wondered if she contemplating whether to open it or
not.
For a moment, I thought she might smile and maybe open it. But she read the note I attached to it instead and then looked around once more. Her gaze lingered, almost as if she knew I was watching.
And then, with a movement so swift it caught me off guard, she tossed the
Into the nearest trash can.
My stomach dropped.
Veronica didn’t even glance back. She slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and drove off, leaving me frozen in place, staring at the trash. bin where my gift now lay.
I sat there, numb, as the reality of her actions hit me. She hadn’t hesitated. She hadn’t opened it. She hadn’t even given it a second thought.
For a moment, anger bubbled up. How could she dismiss me so easily? Like I didn’t matter to her? Like I didn’t exist! But just as quickly, the anger sizzled out, replaced by something heavier, regret.
I had done this. I had pushed her to this point, where even the sight of a gesture from me was met with disdain. She wasn’t wrong to feel this way. I had earned it.
But dammit, it still hurt.
I forced myself to breathe, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I tried to think. What now? Was this it? Was I just supposed to give up?
No.
Veronica might hate me now, but I wasn’t going to stop. Not until she understood how sorry I was. Not until she knew that I would do anything to make things right.
If she wanted to toss my gift away, fine. I’d keep trying.
Even if it killed me.