Ryan felt the fury rising from his gut. For each and everything that Arwen suffered, he wanted to avenge her. He wanted to make Delyth suffer —make her realize all the wrongs she has done to Arwen.
His jaws clenched as he glowered at Delyth, taking his steps intimidatingly forward. "Do you think I would let you go for harming her? She is my fiancée Delyth."
"No, she is not," Delyth retorted almost imdiately as if those words repulsed her gut in the worst way. "Arwen is no longer your fiancée, Ryan. You need to accept that now. Arwen has given up on you and has long moved on. She married soone else the sa day you two were supposed to get married. Did you forget the highlight post she has made online?"
Ryan's fingers which were already clenched, tightened more. His expression darkened. When Delyth saw his expression shifting like that, she chuckled. "Ryan, it's too late to understand your feelings for her. Haven't you heard a late realization is cheaper than grass? Arwen has walked away and now has soone else."
"Do you think so?" Ryan asked squinting his eyes at her.
That gaze of his made Delyth falter a bit. She was staying at the hospital for far too long and wasn't very aware of what was going around. Did sothing happen that she didn't see coming? Did Arwen and Ryan get back together?
The possibility of making Delyth's stomach churn. Viciousness beca evident on her face as she countered, her tone laced with uncertainty now. "Ryan, don't fool yourself. Everyone knows Arwen has married soone else now. Even if you want you can't bring her back in your life. Her husband wouldn't allow it?"
"Do you think an old man could stop ?" Ryan raised an amused brow at her, making her brows furrow in confusion. "Or do you think Arwen would choose an old man over ?"
"What do you an?" Confusion beca more and more palpable on her face.
Ryan felt satisfied for so reason. Maybe because Delyth's dubiety gave him the confidence to believe sothing he was dying to believe —that no sane woman would choose an old man —especially over him. Arwen wouldn't choose anyone else but him —and only him.
"What I an is that you were right, Delyth? Right to think that Arwen has married soone just to get back at . She did marry an old man, just to get revenge on . But don't worry, I will make ands. And this ti, not in the way you suggested, but rather in the way she truly deserves. And once that happens, you know she won't have any reason other than to co back to ," Ryan said, his voice gaining the confidence that Delyth has lost.
Delyth shook her head, not ready to believe that yet. "No, Ryan. That won't happen. Arwen is married. Do you hear ? She is married. She won't co back to you, not today, not ever." She has tried hard to make the two break up. There could be no way her success will be such short-lived.
Ryan nodded, feeling the urge to make sure that not just Delyth but everyone else knew that Arwen would return back to him."Married to an old man. Do you think it's sothing permanent?"
"Old man?" Delyth paused at that. That news hit her like a rock. Her mind racing with the possibilities. If Arwen truly married an old man then Ryan was right. She wouldn't care to stay with her husband as long as Ryan wants her back. After all, Ryan was not just rich, but also young and handso.
If Arwen returns to Ryan, wouldn't that an that she would lose it all? As she realized that, her expression grew a shade paler. Glancing up at Ryan, she quickly reached to hold his hand, refusing to take the loss. "No, Ryan. You can't ask her to co back. She is married already. Why do you even care for her? Why not just let her go? Didn't you say you hate her?"
"I can't hate her, Delyth because I love her," Ryan confessed, this ti without letting anything hold him back. "I love her and that's why I won't let her go. Not when I have a chance to win her back."
"No, Ryan, you don't love her. You can't love her. You love ," Delyth said, revisiting the sa old narration she had weaved in her thoughts. "Yes, Ryan, you love . I am prettier than Arwen. You said I am gentler and more understanding than her, always. I suit you better than her. You should choose ."
As she said her, she tried to pull him to her, but Ryan stood rigid in his stance, not moving even a step. When she couldn't move him, she tried to move herself. Having enough of it, Ryan shook her hold off him, rudely.
"Enough Delyth!" His voice raised a tone sharper. "You knew it since day one that I never had any such feelings for you. I might not have confessed my feelings for Arwen to you, but I made sure that you know that you are nothing more than a sister to —Zeke's sister to ."
"But I loved you, Ryan," Delyth accepted, tearing up with emotions. "From day one, I loved you as a man. I treated you nothing less than mine."
At this ti, Ryan felt nothing but pure indifference towards Delyth. None of her words stuck the chords of his feelings, not even the emotions that he usually carried for her. He was only thinking of the harm she brought to Arwen.
"Delyth, you crossed all the limits in your viciousness. You tried to harm Arwen again and again. I might not have done anything in the past but now that I know I won't let it slip away. You will have to take the consequences of the actions," he said, already taking out his phone, and dialling the number without any hesitation.
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