Camilia

I hate him and I'm killing him too. How could he be so cruel? He is no difference from the heartless merlo. It's raining too. Why was my life so miserable? Couldn't I have reincarnated into someone else who has no one but herself?

I should divorce Tex and just stay with Lucy's father. He'd do anything for me. Why didn't I think about that? I don't need Tex anymore.

My feet moved from the spot where I stood and just as I intended to start running to take cover, I heard a loud honk behind me.

At first, I intended to ignore who it was, but not when the tinted window glass was drawn down.

"Get in", his cold voice muttered. Tex. I pulled a frown and ignored him again. I also have my pride. He kicked me out and now wants me back. How pathetic.

I kept walking but suddenly felt an umbrella over my head, the rain was no longer touching me, and he was right next to me, his breath heavy, and when I turned to look at him, my heart skipped.

"Get in the car" he repeated, and I fought so hard to hold back my tears.

"Why? "Are you scared that my father will serve me your head on a platter of gold?" I snapped with so much pride in my voice while I chested out.

"I don't know what is wrong with you, Lucy, but that memory of yours must return" he muttered, gawping at me. I was cold, there was no cab, and I'd probably get washed away somehow because the rain kept increasing.

I leaned my face closer to his, glaring at him.

"It will surely come back, and I'm putting you in my death note for sure". I bragged, still pissed off, that he didn't murder merlo when he had the chance.

I swallowed my pride, dragged the umbrella from him and catwalked back to the car.

This time around, I'll be driving. I waited for him to attempt opening the door before driving away. I stuck out my middle out the window, and I was certain he saw it.

Now he would get washed away by the rain. I'm done being a good girl.

I arrived at his mansion, weary and still mad. First, I took a warm bath, where I could just bask in my thoughts of the day. Once I was done, I got into something comfortable for the night and then moved to the kitchen to prepare coffee.

Once I was done, I paced to the dining room table with my mug of coffee and a phone to look up at Tex. I haven't done that, and I was just busy digging up the body I was stuck with.

I searched his name on the web and I could see why Merlo claims he is a fan. He was the second top billionaire after Lucy's father and I guess Lucy's father tagged him along because he served as a watchdog to him.

That's based on Lucy's memory. His profile was neat, with no crimes attached to it or dramas. If I'm not mistaken, merlo has always wished to work with the blackwood company and sighting Tex, he'd want to cease the opportunity to become a part of the group to rise to more fame and popularity.

I don't need to kill him now. I could make him dance to my tone and when he is vulnerable, I strike back.

A devious smile left my lips and I ended up staring at Tex's picture. I wasn't even eating the coffee again. Why isn't he back? I widened my eyes, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in my chest.

It must be because of the body I'm in. Her emotions were lurking in her, and I didn't want that. Why am I worried?

Hastily, I stood up and almost ran towards the door with the car keys when I heard the door chimes. He is back.

I quickly sat limply on a couch close by, pretending to look at my phone. My heart thudded loudly, and my blood drained into my body. I dared not look at him because even his aura was burning.

He'd hit me, and I was ready for the impact. To be sincere, I wasn't breathing. I took a glimpse at him, and he was glaring at me, his veins tightening as if he was wet.

The shirt on him exposed his torso more. His muscles, his falling hair and everything about him was begging for a touch in that state.

He suddenly walked past me and I heaved a sigh still shivering where I sat. I'm living with a murderer. I might find myself dead in the morning because of my actions earlier.

I quickly stood up to return to the dining table, but he took my mug of coffee and paced towards the curved stairway. Please say something, it's better I hear him speak than he is silent.

"Aren't you saying anything?" I asked in between my teeth as he had begun climbing the stairway. I was tensed because he made me feel that way with his silence.

"Say something Tex", I pressed on, following him like a leach, but he was quiet. Each step he took left a trail of water.

He was drinking the coffee and then paused when he had gotten to the door of his room. I almost rammed my back on him but fortunately, I held myself and stepped back.

"Tex, you deserve what happened. ""You can't leave a lady in the middle of the road at night, she could have been robbed, raped or abducted," I assert, trying to justify my actions even though I don't know why I'm doing this.

He turned around to face me and I almost passed out. His eyes rolled to and fro. Tex took my hand and placed the empty mug on it.

I was baffled by his actions and lost in his eyes not until he opened his door and got in. Then he pointed his middle finger at my face and slammed the door.

I scoffed unbelievably at him as I clasped my palms around the mug and then burst into a giddy laughter.

That's insane and cute. However, that smile faded away when reality struck me. I'm about to face another death by the man called my husband even likes Lucy.

That call, I was sure it related to her and the best thing to do was get her father involved.