I Want You Back

Angel Leffman

Does she hate the idea of having a baby with that much money? I thought we were moving forward, but just seeing her expression when they told her about the baby hurt me. It seems like she can't imagine having a baby with me. When we arrived back in the country, her father took her to her apartment while I went to mine.

I called Harry to catch up with the company and see how the preparation of the latest car model was going. Despite what happened with Sofia, I dedicated myself to work, and on the third day that we were back in the country, I decided to visit Elisa. "Angel, are you here to hurt me again?"

"Hurt you by telling you the truth? You told me that I took your virginity while I was drunk; did you know the guilt that ate me inside? How stupid I was for falling for that. You have no idea how much of a bastard I felt every time I saw you for not remembering the night that was supposed to be the most important night for a woman. No, of course not, because you preferred to take advantage of it."

"Angel, we spent the night together, believe it or not." She insisted, and I barked out a laugh.

"Mm, was that before or after you slept with Kevin? And don't you dare deny it because Kevin confirmed it along with others who saw you? Don't tell me they all lied."

Elisa nodded in desperation. "Yes, everyone lies, and you believed them."

I looked at her with utter disgust. "Is your boyfriend a lie too? Did he also lie when he said you told him you were raped?"

"You didn't let me explain myself, Angel, and now everyone judges me without knowing the truth! I'm sure Patricia told you all that because Sofia bought her, but you believed her."

I massaged my temple, and I couldn't believe how she was trying to twist the truth. "Elisa, I didn't come here for your explanations. Save it for someone who cares. Visit Job nib.com to read the complete chapters for free. If you are not reading this novel on Job nib.-com, some sentences are incomplete. I believed you when you told me that we slept together; I believed you when you cried to me even though what they said about you in college was true; I believed you when you told me that I was the only man in your life. You were so convincing that I believed everything; I even foolishly believed you about the trap that Sofia set up for the wedding and that she was responsible for your abortion."

"It's because that's what she did!"

I hit the table, and she shut up. "Stop lying anymore! I have evidence! I have witnesses, and it can't be that everyone is lying except you! The saint that everyone wants to hurt! I will no longer let you make a fool out of myself! I told you, didn't I? I'm not the same guy from the university that you played with, Elisa. I've changed; you mess with me and you paid the price, or you haven't realized it yet?"

"Are you the one who disclosed all that information to the media, even discrediting the professors for a lie?" She cried, and it made me uncomfortable to see a woman cry.

"Elisa, I came for one thing: who helped you take those photos? Am I the father of that child or not? How did you lose it? And don't even think about lying to me or saying that it was Sofia because what you experienced so far is not going to compare with what I am going to do to you if I find out that you are lying to me. Now, speak!"

She looked everywhere while looking scared, and it's good that she knows that I'm not lying when I say that I will make her suffer.

"I don't know what you want me to tell you if you're not going to believe me anyway."

"My patience is running out, Elisa, and it won't be good for you when I lose it."

"That baby was yours! I didn't lie to you about the way I lost it either! If you don't believe me, then I can't do anything about it!"

"Then why did you lie to me when you told me that you didn't see Dr. Denice and that you had never been to that clinic?" I asked, and she was pale. "You made a fool out of me again when you told me that you do not allow any other doctor to check you. Your parents didn't even know about your pregnancy! Are you going to tell me that they lied? If they knew everything, then what happened in the restaurant was praise-worthy."

"My parents are strict, Angel; if they found out about my pregnancy, they would have been angry and even disowned me." She tried to reason it out.

"Ah, but it was so easy to lie to me? What did you gain from that? You invented things because you knew I would take responsibility. What did you gain after going through so much trouble just to separate Sofia and me?"

"Because I love you, Angel! I love you, and I have never deceived you! But you are the one who doesn't want to believe me." She shouted and covered her face while sobbing.

But I remained unfazed. "Elisa, I'm serious. My patience is at its limit; don't make me angrier than I already am. Tell me the truth."

"I already told you the truth; if you want to believe Sofia, then I can't do anything about it!" After saying that, she runs away, leaving me in the middle of the room to calm myself. Right as she leaves, David comes in.

"Angel," he calmly called me, and I looked at Elisa going upstairs. "Better leave her alone for now. What she is experiencing is not easy."

"David, you don't know the damage your sister has done. I'm not talking about the Arabic or her friends or what she did back in the university. I'm talking about what she did to me and Sofia. If I find out that your sister lied to me about the baby, there will be no place to hide from me because I will destroy her."

I left her house with no information and wasted time. She just gave me a headache to the point of nausea.

The days went by, and I talked to Sofia about the company. She is from one place to another with the upcoming presentation, in the workshop, or, I guess, in Lee Andrew's. We had lunch or dinner on occasion, but she barely talked; she is distant, and I don't know how to make it up to her. "Hello," I greeted her and entered her office.

"Hello, is there something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to know what you were going to do today and if you could spare me some time for dinner."

"If you can't see it, I'm busy. I'm solving some problems with the company and some defects with the system programming, which is strange."

*Systems? Programs? "I asked in confusion.

"Yes, uh, I'm referring to the fashion company. There are a lot of orders from everywhere, and the shipping program is a bit annoying, but nothing that can't be solved." "Okay." I don't know why I feel like there's more, but I have to trust her. "But don't stress yourself out too much, or you will end up in the hospital again."

"Don't worry, I'm eating well-too much to be honest and I'm sleeping for hours; in fact, I'm sleepier than normal." As if proving what she said, she yawned. "Perhaps your body is still tired from what happened in France, and we barely arrived, but you have been busy with the presentation of the new models to the board." "Maybe."

"We can have dinner here, and I'll help you with the company since I'm prohibited from seeing the designs," I offered, but she was quick to deny.

"No! That is not necessary. In fact, I was just about to go home," she said in an excuse that proved that she was avoiding me again.

"Sofia, did I do something wrong?" I asked, and she looked at me with a frown. "Is that why you have been avoiding any contact with me for days? I invited you out a few times, and you always have excuses." "Angel, it's not that; I'm just really busy. When you're the one who's busy or goes out, you don't hear anything from me. Just because you're idle doesn't mean that I have to stop doing my things as well." "I'm not asking you to stop doing your things; I just want to have dinner or spend some time with my wife. Is that too much to ask?"

She looked at me before sighing. "Yes, Angel. After five years, that is a lot to ask. I am busy and stressed, and I want to solve this so I don't have time for dinners. What's more, I have to go now. See you later." "Then when?" I asked dejectedly.

She stopped before she opened the door but did not look back. "I don't know." With that, she left her office and left me standing there.

Her behavior pains me, and I know I deserve it, but damn, my patience is not unlimited.

I went to the workshop without Autos-Let to see if drawing would calm me down a little. A while later, I am one with the tools, grease, and metal.

"It must be serious for you to be getting this dirty." I hear Harry's teasing voice from the other side of the room.

I wheeled out from under the car and sat up. "I was bored, and I wanted to fix something."

"The car is looking good, and I'm sure it will be a sensation, but I don't understand why you only release a model instead of several," he commented as I wiped myself.

"I already told you that it is an exclusive model."

"Yes, but models are made to be shown off, especially if it is a car," Harry insisted, and I threw my gloves at him.

"They will be. At the right time."

"Tell me, what's wrong with you? Are you still feeling unwell?" He asked because he knew about the absurd discomforts I've been feeling between nausea and dizziness. "Sometimes, but I already went to the doctor, and he said I'm fine. So it's probably stress."

"What have you stressed, Sofia or Elisa?"

I groaned when he made me remember that woman. "Elisa is the least important thing. She is falling, and she doesn't give me information, the doctor will. They told me that she is currently in a conference, but she's coming back in a few days." "Then the person responsible for you being in the oil and dirt, in addition to that vinegar-soaked chicken, is Sofia," he pointed out, and I laughed.

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"Like the one you have now, a frown, looking so depressed and lifeless."

"Isn't that a dead chicken?"

"No, but it could be similar. What did Sofia do to you?"

My mood switched, and I sighed. "I don't know what's wrong with her. I think she's making me pay for all these years. I tried to invite her out to eat, but she always had an excuse, like her work, Amelia, or her family. I easily get irritated, and my patience is running out." "Well, you're my friend, but you deserve that, and don't give up. Remember, she did that for years, and you haven't even made it to a year." I gave him a look, and he held up his hands.

"I know, but if I want to win her back, how do I do that if she doesn't even give me the opportunity to? Sometimes, I feel like she's avoiding me, that it bothers her to have me around, and it's frustrating."

"Now you know how she felt when you were the one who behaved like that."

I glared at Harry. "Will you help me or not?"

"Angel, use the old way, like when you liked a woman and wanted her to go out with you. Start with courting her with flowers and letters," he suggested, and I gave her a blank look.

"I think Sofia and I have already passed that stage."

"You didn't even get to that stage. When you decided to tell Sofia that you liked her, she went through everything with Kevin, then Elisa, then the arranged marriage, and all this mess. Then one day, you let yourselves be carried away by kisses, and I understand. Our bodies are weak, but think about this: I think the only date you had was the one in France and the occasional lunch or dinner at the office or home, but where is the courtship? Every woman needs to be worshipped, man."

I thought about what he said, and I nodded my head. "You're right, I think I have to start from scratch with flowers and letters, but Sofia won't make it easy for me. She's been acting weird these days. Something's bothering her. I asked her, and she told me that it was about Lee Andrew's, but I don't know why I felt like she was lying to me."

"There you go with your doubts again."

"I can't help it, because that's her attitude and the way she makes me feel. It's as if she speaks without thinking, and then she realizes what she says and tries to fix it. It's strange like she's hiding something from me."

"I think you're just exaggerating things, Angel. You better stop thinking about nonsense if you don't want Sofia to send you to hell for real."

"Okay. I won't doubt her."

He clapped my shoulder and gripped it. "That's it! I'll leave you now to continue getting dirty."

He left me pondering about some things. Sofia and I never had a dating relationship. We didn't even get past the stage of getting to know each other, dating, and sharing. We went straight to marriage.

The next day, I left a beautiful bouquet of roses in her office with a note saying, 'Beautiful roses for a queen to brighten your day. I love you. So she will remember me every time she sees it.

Noon arrived, and I passed by her office. Sara was not there, and I took the opportunity to enter without knocking, only to find her laughing with a stranger. Who the hell is this?

"Good afternoon," I interrupted them.

They both turned to me, and I saw how surprised Sofia was. "Good afternoon." They both greeted me.

"Am I interrupting something? I didn't know you were in a meeting," I asked, my question directed to Sofia. "Oh, don't worry, we were just sharing anecdotes." The guy responds instead as if I were talking to him. "Angel, meet Dominik, and Dominik, meet Angel." Sofia introduced us, and he extended his hand to me. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

I took his hand in a firm handshake, my face remaining emotionless. "How did you know each other?"

"Germany. Sofia went a few weeks ago to close a contract, and we shared a lot of things. She is a charming woman, and she knows how to dance very well." The bastard replied, and the veins on my neck almost popped out.

"Did you know?" I asked sarcastically. "My wife is indeed very charming and sociable with clients." I then looked at Sofia. "And I wasn't aware she dances very well. When did you arrive in the country, Dominik?" "Some days ago."

"Is this your first time in the country?"

"No, I've been here before, but not to this city. I liked it this time, and I can't deny that it is beautiful."

"Yes, we have enviable places."

"Sofia has made sure that I know that." The jerk boasted, and I looked at her, and she avoided my gaze. Ah, now I see where her free time goes. "She is a great guide."

"She is the best, especially when she doesn't have time because of so much work."

"A promise must be kept, and I told Dominik that when he came here, I would be a guide in return for all the hospitality he gave me in Germany, so I made time." "Mm, I see. And when does he leave?"

"In a few days, once we finish resolving some business matters., I can't leave without Sofia making me dinner."

Does he want me to kill him, or is he just an idiot? I looked at Sofia, and she was surprised by what he said, and I thought of an idea.

"Then why don't we invite you to dinner at the house tonight?" I invited him, and Sofia's head snapped at me, looking more surprised than she was before. "The house?"

"Yes, love. The one you like so much. Where we've lived together for five years." I mocked her before turning to the German fool. "Are you free tonight?"

"Of course, it will be a pleasure for me." He got up and gave Sofia a hug and a kiss, while I resisted the urge to break his arms. "Angel, it was a pleasure to meet you." ""Likewise,"

If you hadn't ogled my wife, I would have believed you.

""Goodbye, for now, Sofia. See you later."

"I'll send you the address," Sofia told him, and he left the office, and she hit me on the arm. "Why did you invite him to eat at that horrible house?"

"That house is our house; there's no way I'd invite him to my apartment, much less yours, or do you already know him that much?"

"Be careful what you say, Leffman," Sofia warned me with a serious look on her face, but I didn't back down, too hurt to stay calm.

"What I'm saying? is that you're a guide touring the country with a guy you met in Germany, while you supposedly don't have time because you're solving company problems! Besides, he has the nerve to say that you dance well in front of me." "Don't you snap at me! I already told you that." She then stopped herself and shook her head. "I don't have to give you an explanation. I can go out and walk with whoever I want."

"Why don't you have to give me explanations? You are my wife."

"I have been one for five years, and you have never asked me for explanations about who I have dinner with, dance with, walk with, or whatever, and there's no way I'm going to tell you that I can't dance when you know that's not the case." "Do you want to make me feel like shit? You have time to go out around the country with that guy, but you can't even spare an hour for me."

"Oh, no, Angel! You don't get to act that way to me! And thanks to you, I now have to make dinner!" She snaps at me before picking up her things.

"Where are you going?"

"To the supermarket to see what I can buy for a dinner you forced me to."

"Carmen can do that, Sofia."

"She can, but I want to do it myself because I told him I would cook for him."

"Ah, you told him you would cook for him, but why the hell would you cook for him?"

"Because he makes me want to cook for him."

"Well, aren't you so kind and helpful? What, do you like him? Do you want to impress him?" I angrily taunted her.

"If that's the case, what is the problem? He is a handsome and intelligent man."

"Don't you really see the problem?"

"No. I'm leaving because I'm not going to continue arguing with a narrow-minded man like you. Bye."

"I am not narrow-minded!"

"You sure do act like it!" She threw back before leaving me yet again.

Incredible! Here I was trying so hard to impress her and win her over, while she was walking with a foreign a*****e. Where did this idiot even come from?