Chapter 5 Love me

CHAPTER 5

POINT OF VIEW : Miguel Hernandez

For the past half hour, I can't stop scrolling through Angelica's photos. This woman is absolutely stunning-Jessica doesn't even come close, I swear. I thought I knew beauty, but this ? This is something else entirely. Since I started talking to her, it never even crossed my mind to look her up or research her life.

But yesterday... when I saw her in person, I couldn't stop admiring her. She was radiant, flawless. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. But then, when I saw the scar on her face, I got scared. I let my fear take over, and I treated her terribly.

As I scroll through the photos of the fire that killed her parents, I can't help but feel terrible for her. It's beyond tragic.

So, she was a top model before that fire, and she's incredibly wealthy. Since I got back from the restaurant, sleep has eluded me.

I should let things go, let them stay where they are, but I just can't.

I was cruel to her, and I regret every single word I said to her.

I can't stop thinking about her, about her face, her beauty-her strength. Yes, I care about physical beauty, but with Angelica, it's different.

When I close my eyes, I see her face. Her smile, the way her eyes light up when she talks.

I keep looking at her pictures over and over-she's mesmerizing.

I pull out my phone, my hand trembling slightly as I dial her number, but when I try to call, it tells me she's blocked me. I knew it.

I slam the phone down, angry at myself.

I have to see her. I have to apologize. I can't leave things like this.

I grab my phone and dial my private detective.

Yes, John, I need you to find Angelica Smith.

Alright, boss. What do you need ? he asks.

I need her address. Get it to me by tomorrow. It's urgent.

Don't worry, boss, I'll get it done.

I smile with relief. John is the best detective I know.

I thank him and hang up.

I sit back in my chair, massaging my temples. I can feel a headache forming. That's when the door to my office opens. Jessica walks in. Just seeing her irritates me. I don't know why, but I don't feel anything for her anymore. She doesn't even seem real to me.

My angel, how are you ? she asks, trying to sit on my lap.

She's clearly trying to make a move, but I stop her, and the shock in her eyes is unmistakable.

What's going on, baby ? she asks, clearly confused.

I close my eyes, trying to calm myself, then open them with a sigh.

I'm not in the mood, please, I say, pulling away from her.

What's your problem ? Miguel, it's been months since we've been intimate, since we've talked. What's happening with you ? she demands, her voice rising.

Oh for God's sake, Jessica, stop shouting ! Lower your voice when you talk to me. I'm not your equal ! I yell back.

Her eyes fill with tears, and I can't stand it. I've never been one for women crying, and especially not because of me.

Jessica, please. Go home. We'll talk later, I say, my voice softening slightly.

But she slams her hand down on my desk in frustration, making the sound echo through the office.

No, we're going to talk now. Miguel, are you seeing another woman ? Miguel, you know you can't betray me, because this is going to end badly for you, you understand ? Is there another woman ? she shouts, her voice full of anger and hurt.

I've had enough of hearing her accusations. I grab her arm and drag her out of my office, slamming the door behind me. She starts banging on the door, and the sound grates on my nerves.

Each hit grows louder, and I can feel the anger rising in me. I can't take it anymore.

I call the security team, instructing them to get her away from the door.

If anyone had told me I'd be doing this to Jessica, I would've laughed in their face. But here I am, standing outside, hearing her sobs through the door.

POINT OF VIEW : Jessica Lopez

Let me go ! Let me go ! Miguel, you're going to regret this, I swear ! I shout, but my cries fall on deaf ears as the security guards drag me out of the building.

Miguel is cheating on me. I can't believe it. This man is seeing someone else. How could he do this to me ?

If he thinks he can just throw me away like this, he's terribly mistaken.

Once I'm outside, he slams the gate in my face. The cold metal barrier feels like a knife to my heart. I'm crushed. I've never felt so humiliated and heartbroken in my entire life.

I stand there, trembling, tears streaming down my face. The thought of him not wanting me anymore fills me with dread.

With shaking hands, I pull out my phone and call his mother. I need to talk to her, to figure out what's going on. Maybe she can talk some sense into him.

I'll never give up on him. Whether he wants me or not, Miguel and I are meant to be.

She answers on the third ring, and I ask if she's home. She says she is.

Without hesitation, I get in my car and drive to the airport.

Miguel belongs to me, and I'm not going to lose him. Not to any other woman, not to anything. I will fight for him, no matter what.

Once I'm at the airport, I board the flight to Mexico. As I sit in the back of the taxi on the way to the airport, I can't stop crying. Every time I think of him, I feel like I'm losing a part of myself.

When I looked into his eyes earlier, there was nothing there. No spark, no love, just emptiness.

I didn't see the warmth in his eyes, the affection I used to see. Now I'm terrified. If I lose him, what will I do ? What will become of me ?

I called his mother today, hoping to talk about marriage-something I've been waiting for years to hear from him.

I'm convinced that another woman is behind this-whoever she is, she better watch out. I will not let her take what is mine.

For Miguel Hernandez, I'll do anything. I'll go to any lengths. I will fight for him, no matter what it takes.